I love secrets and mystery and I provoke that in my son - he doesn’t tell me everything. I can’t even go into people’s bags. When people ask me to get their keys from the bags, I can’t. I expect the same from my friends. Sometimes I trust too much, I just leave letters lying about and think nobody will read them. If I see a postcard for someone else I won’t read it. I’m brainwashed !

Blah Blah Blah, december 1996