Do you have any quirks? I do. Lots of them. I love to wear my pyjamas inside out, to spread butter on the edges of my toast and to create spreadsheets for everything.  But probably my most remarkable one is the way I do shopping.

I really have a fixation with shopping organisation, starting from where and where not to park in the supermarket. Because of course, more than a 30 seconds walk from the car until the sliding door is far too long to be walked. I always pick a trolley, it doesn't matter if I only need a bag of crisps, I have to pick it just in case. If I've managed to park near one of those trolleys in the car park, I can't pick any of them. It needs to be one right next to the supermarket door and of course, I would never ever pick one with rubbish, a ticket or someone else's shopping list.

Gorgonzola Cheese, Pear and Basil Macaroni

Being sporty is not easy. No matter how addictive it could be and how well you feel afterwards. It is easy to be persuaded by your lazy side and surrender to the charms of a luscious millionaire shortbread.

And my lazy side can be stunningly persuading.

This I why I have decided to seek some help and professional advice. And I have joined a boot camp. Well, I haven’t joined it yet, but I have gone to two “taster sessions” encouraged for picture of those American camps, where a well-built ex-military yells without an iota of compassion to a flock of fleshy people sweating and asking for more.

What a disappointment.