Here’s how I waste many hours of my life… Evenings go by when I don’t speak to a soul, sometimes I can think of nothing else. My stash used to be carried round in a briefcase but it’s now spilled into bags, shelves and drawers.
My mum is sympathetic but the rest of my family can’t understand it. Friends want to have a go, and we’ve been known to stay up half the night, trying and testing various methods. It sickens me to think how much I’ve spent on my habit over the last few years.
This is what happens…