I've found this a very interesting thread to read even though, I must admit, I didn't think it would be. So, my turn:

I love total silence, even need silence for periods of time.

I'm a reader. If I don't have a book to read, then I'll read cereal packets, condiment bottles, phone book, whatever.

I used to love taking the family dog for a walk in my teens and twenties in total countryside darkness, as long as there was a moon of course.

I've overcome my fear of heights, modified my fear of rodents, but I'm still very claustrophobic. I get anxious if I'm confined by circumstances, I find even that claustrophobic.

I love boats and sailing but can't swim since I'm terrified of being in water; I just stop breathing and black out.

I love food. I don't eat much, I don't gorge myself, I just love the taste of all kinds of food. I'm inclined to say "Hmmmmmm" out loud, eyes closed, when I'm tasting something good, even in public.

I've been vegetarian for nearly 20 years and eat only tiny amounts of dairy.

I'm a creature of total constrasts. I'm capable of sacrificing comforts and even essentials to do something I've decided needs doing. And I'm capable of very hard physical work. I'm also a hedonist who loves luxury and laziness, revels in just lying on a sofa for hours with the late afternoon sun shining across me, surrounded by cats and with a mug of tea and some good chocolate. I always, but always, take time out to smell the roses, and the sweet peas, and the honeysuckle, and the mock orange, etc. etc.

I am far more likely to be patient with animals who are sick or needy than I am with people.

I have a passion for earrings though all other kinds of jewellery annoy me. I even decided not to have a wedding ring.