Irrational fears. We all have them, don't we? Sometimes they stem from very logical circumstances and reasons. Nevertheless, they culminate in irrationality. For example, I grew up in a house which had a garden that went all the way into the bank of a monitor-infested lake, where every afternoon.....

"When shall we meet again, in thunder, lightning or in rain?" Well, in rain anyway, because I have noticed that's when you run into your most hated male mistakes. Always when it's raining – he suddenly turns up with a brand-new shiny blonde on his arm, whose hair seems to just repel water.