Completely Cuckoo.

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Most the time I go through life thinking that I'm relatively normal. I do normal things, I behave normally. I'm pretty sure I look fairly normal too. But then it'll occur to me that some of my behaviours, interests and habits are just a little....well....weird.

For example;

I like number plates. On cars......Yes, you read right.......number plates. I actually, um, memorise them. So, if you are someone I see on a regular basis it is quite likely that I have noted and memorised the number plate of your car. I promise it's not because I'm freaky and I'm trying to stalk you. I just like letters and numbers. Honestly.

I read the dictionary....and the thesaurus....for fun. I love words and I love discovering new words, unusual words, strange words and then learning to spell them. It's my inner geek desperately scrambling to get out.

I name things. Inanimate things. Things that don't move, or speak, or even have feelings. For instance my car has a name (what is it with me and cars?) Harriet. I've also named Hubby's car (Rudolph) the house (Ethel) and my, ahem, food processor (Freddie) I am a little in love with the food processor so as far as I'm concerned naming it is acceptable. I could carry on a little with all the things I've named but I'm getting worried you'll start thinking I'm bonkers.....or is it a little too late for that?

Coat hangers. I have a 'thing' about coat hangers. They MUST be all the same colour and they MUST all face the same direction. It's a matter of life or death really it is, considering that I'm quite slovenly with the rest of the housekeeping this habit of mine is definitely passing strange.

I'm scared of the Bogey man...still. I've been afraid of the dark as long as I remember so we always sleep with a light on somewhere in the house. I say it's for the children, but really it's for me. I also have to check under beds before we all go to sleep, in the cupboards, behind doors and anywhere else that the Bogey man may be hiding. I also sleep closest to the door....just in case I need to make a quick getaway.

So, there you have it. I've shared it all, spilled my soul, confessed to my perpetual weirdness. Please, please pretty please feel free to share any 'habits' of your own....just so I feel a little better.