My other half, often seen noodling around Cannock on her Trek, has a fascinating panapoly of fears, phobias and is a straight refusenik on some random things.
For example;
1) Phobia of worms. This make anything remotely muddy a no go. I am talking a full screaming polly pissy pants if so much as the hint of wriggler is spotted
2) Fear of mud (may contain worms)
3) Fear of heights – ok this is a fair one
4) Fear of contained spaces – it’s the stairs or not at all
5) Fear of roads – so I sold the road bike I spent months building her
6) Refuses to drive the Land Rover or the Flaming Comet of Death
7) Will not eat anything “with a face” so that’s no duck, rabbit or basically anything that appears in a Disney movie.
8 ) Is suspicious of okra
But, she is willing to share a house with a loser like me so she has any number of redeeming point and is more than able to face down a skinhead when her cideer gets spilled at a Specials gig.
She is for sale though – spares or repair.