My inner critic is called Spiky Blanket - she tries to protect but overdoes things, I think. Looking back at my teenage years, when I was good at music but paralysed by a terrible fear of not being perfect, and so did not want to perform, I realise that I paid her too much attention.

Now I am enjoying experimenting with art. This is something I have never expected to be any good at, so Spiky Blanket is not so involved - but she does try to make sure I don’t make a fool of myself and really does not want me to try sketching in public!