Apart from one boyfriend in my distant past – I don’t think I’ve met anyone who truly believes they are perfect.
In fact anyone who even thinks this way is obviously so self-obsessed that it counts them out anyway.
So while I may rant on here about poor journalism, bad grammar or apostrophe abuse (three of my pet hates) I thought I would share some examples of my own foibles.
Probably my worst was my understanding of the word anxiety.