I have a thing with punctuality whereby I value it, but at the same time, I hate it if someone shows up early and I don't like leaving the house without having done everything I need to have done first. I had a good time last year when I was home alone for seven days but had to go to hospital one day. I didn't have to wait for my mother, so I got up, put some washing in the machine and the bins out, had breakfast, had a shave and shower and brushed my teeth, put the washing out and left. When I came home, I brought in all the washing. I hated it when we went on a road trip with another couple, and the man's routine was a cigarette, throwing on the clothes he'd worn the day before, splashing water on his face, wetting his hair and running a comb through it and kicking his tyres, and then saying that he was ready, when I wanted to have breakfast, have a shower and clean my teeth, and do a few other tasks first.

I have settled on a set diet, as I have coeliac disease, lactose intolerance and irritable bowel syndrome, so I eat what I can.