These are my confessions...

For me summertime in London means more walking and running. More walking and running inevitably means more time thinking and more time thinking means more self revelations that I have an unhealthy urge to share with other people, anonymously of course.

Here are some realisations about myself I recalled today on a walk from Oxford Street to Shepherd's Bush, which I feel the need to confess to my readers.

1. The last time I did that journey was on a run on my way home from work near Bank...via a pit-stop at Marble Arch McDonalds for a cheeseburger en route.

2. I fancy girls. Particularly toned and tanned girls who run fast through Hyde Park.

3. I flirted outrageously with my friend's boyfriend this weekend.

4. I told said friend that her boyfriend wasn't an outrageous flirt at all.

5. I informed my new boss today that I had some great new clients to bring to the company. I don't.

6. I would estimate that over half of the presents I received for my last birthday are now in the fine charity shops of Shepherd's Bush.

7. Comments on this blog (good, bad or ugly) make me truly happy.

8. I have eaten the same £2 Tesco lunch deal (FYI prawn sandwich, salt and vinegar crisps and tropical juice) for the last three weeks every day that I've been at work and I will probably have it again tomorrow.

9. I am happier with NewMan than I have been with a man in many, many years. And I am scared shitless about that.

And I think you'd better sit down...

10. I don't actually live in W12. I have a W6 postcode. Yet I am less than 2 minutes walk away from the Green, can see the Empire from my lounge window and every night I fall asleep to the sound of the hustle, bustle and other odd noises of Shepherd's Bush). Talk about postcode lottery.