Something that became very clear yesterday was that people love to hate certain things. In my case I seem to love to hate things that are good for me.
Probably the only exception is my bad boyfriend. My bad boyfriend is called Gareth. I love him with all my heart and yet I know he's going to dump me and break my heart eventually. Anticipating when it's all going to go hideously wrong and I'll be left with nothing but memories of the good times and claims that I'll never love that way again is part of the appeal.
Anyway, that's beside the point. Things I love to hate -
finishing a quilt
cleaning things like the bunny pen, oven and blinds
having my hair cut
listening to radio phone-ins
getting out of bed
hearing my mother in law talk about the charity she works for (oh the drama!)
anything to do with being cold
the fact that I'm going to have "Love To Hate You" by Erasure in my head all day