Welcome to my Sunday sesh.

No, it’s not a laid back afternoon with jugs of beer, a live band and some dickhead wearing an ironic Legionnaires cap. It’s me, sitting with my laptop, a weekend’s worth of regret and a thirst to prove myself… as witty young woman with interesting tales to tell.

Unfortunately I spent my entire Sunday afternoon making an underwhelming pot of barley risotto (once I get it to a god place, you better believe I’m cashing in a Sunday post with a nice, lazy recipe, so get keen for that). On Saturday night, I met a mate for an early dinner of chicken burgers and stayed up late… finishing a book. So I have no worldly tales to tell you. And I didn’t have the time to make something up. So I asked my sister to interview me via text.

She kindly took time out from her precious Sunday and sent me a photo of questions she’d written down in a notebook.

Here are a few of them:

What is your go-to breakfast: It used to be boiled eggs, but after moving to a place with an electric stove rather than a gas one I opted for a more instantaneous way to fill my digestive void of a morning. So now I’m a cereal girl (I was going to say I’m a bran man, but that would be an anatomical lie).

I go with bran with a bit of yoghurt, fruit and a cup of tea. I actually really enjoy the taste of bran. I know bran is like the crocs with socks of the cereal world, but good golly does it keep you regular. And I don’t care dull of a person “bran is my favourite cereal” makes me sound. Because there are plenty of things duller than bran: like death from colon cancer.

Before bran was my favourite cereal, it was Sultana Bran. And before that, it was either Cornflakes, Rice Bubbles or Cocoa Pops with sultanas. The common thread is sultanas – without them, I never would have jumped to Sultana Bran and accepted bran so warmly into my heart. So I guess sultanas were the gateway drug to duller, more sensible cereals.

You’re allowed to have one treat this week – do you choose a six-pack of Krispy Kreme glazed doughnuts or free reign to have as many hot chip sangas as you want? Well this is a tough one. Part of me wants to say not to the chippie sangs because I don’t want to have too many of them and for them to eventually loose their appeal to me. I would hate to be the person who becomes sick of such a thing.

Maybe I’d go with the box of doughnuts. You know, for the greater good.

Cricket or tennis? Depends if I’m watching it live or not. If I’m in the lounge room, tennis gets my vote. There’s more action.

But if I’m at the venue, I’m going cricket because there’s nothing I love more than being obnoxious while day drinking. And that’s what test cricket is about to me.  A test match is the kind of place where people can wear KFC buckets on their heads and be deemed socially acceptable. I like that kind of freedom. Apart from the whole “knowing the scoring system of cricket” thing, I feel like cricket people are more my kind of people than the tennis crowd.

What is your favourite smell? I have many. Gravy. The timber area at hardware stores. Roast. Newsprint. Gingerbread. Phone books (perhaps this is why I’m still a staunch champion of print media). The Christmas smell. Lilies. Success. Rain on hot cement. Wounded boy. There are so many great scents out there. Too many to narrow down just one. I mean, it’s very hard to pick one single thing out of a broad and exciting category. Who can even do that? It’s impossible.

Who is/was your favourite person to interview? Myself. Clearly.