I think there’s some sort of Doctor Who monster thingy living in my car.
Some days I think I know how celebrities feel – all those people following them around…
Sometimes I wonder if my toothbrush holder is afraid of me.
Is this grater happy to be out of the pantry, or just waiting for me to grate my fingers into the cheese?
I can’t even leave my home without people watching me. So I crossed the road to look. Just to make sure I wasn’t imagining it… Ooookaaay.
Don’t look now, but I think my sink is watching me. Perhaps I’m too paranoid?
Another Monday face. Because in the post-weekend paranoia, we think people are watching us in the shower. Or maybe that’s just me.