Rita tagged me! Being tagged is fun!
A-Z All About Me
A – Attached or Single: Attached. Very. In fact, excuse me for a moment – I simply must go and fling my arms around H’s ankles.
B – Best Friend(s): Dear sweet V, who H and I have both known since we were all 19; E, the one man prepared to talk solid Renaissance Drama with me for four hours without drawing breath, and who has been doing this unflaggingly for the past 11 years; My Internet Nutcases – they know who they are.
C – Cake or Pie: Pie. Pecan pie, lemon meringue pie, Mississippi mud pie, Banoffee pie, the baked cheese-cake pie thing my mother makes… mmmm. Pie. Also, pie comes in Steak and Guinness flavour as well. Try doing that to cake.
D – Day of Choice: Friday. Because it’s just the one more day of work, and we all go a little nutso by lunch-time, and then I have a G&T when I get home. I look forward to it all week. Rituals are grand.
E- Essential Item: a book. I panic if I find I have left the house without one, and, in dire cases, I will have to stop and buy a whole new one. Why yes, we do run out of bookshelves every six months or so. However did you guess?
F – Favorite Color(s): Red. I got married in scarlet. I heart red that much.
G – Gummy Bears or Worms: Urgh. Neither. Sweets have to taste of liquorice, chocolate, or peppermint to get me even vaguely interested.
H – Hometown: The Great Wen, also affectionately known as Nodnol, the capital of this Sceptred Isle, smells faintly of chip-fat at all times.
I – Indulgence(s): Chocolate. Ice cream. Pie. Knitting yarn. Books. Seven library cards, which I defend by pointing at the books thing.
J – January or July: January. I am as happy as a clam with woolly socks, mittens, sweater, hat, scarf and nose-warmer on. In summer, I melt, and can’t sleep, and am disagreeable, and get hay fever, and am even more disagreeable.
K – Kids: To make a hollow laughing. Gravida 1 Para 0 was not exactly top of the list of things I wanted written on my medical record.
L – Life is incomplete without: Books. The books thing is now officially out of hand.
M – Marriage Date: March 2005 (but we’d been sharing the bathroom sink since 1997).
N- Number of Siblings: Eight. Yes. And my Mum was one of seven and my Dad was one of eleven. I am the family mutant freak.
O – Oranges or Apples: Cherries. It’s all about me so I get to be awkward.
P- Phobias or Fears: Slugs. Heights. Enclosed spaces. Pot-holing would probably kill me.
Q- Quote: ‘Who would write, who had anything better to do?’ – Byron.
R- Ring size: Wha? Why, are you planning to buy me jewellry? In that case, British size M. Which I think translates as smallish but in no way minute.
S- Season: Spring. I get a little Wordsworth about snowdrops and daffodils and birds’ nests and catkins and such.
T- Tag 3 Friends: Ooh, I get to tag people! You’re it! Hee hee! Seriously? How could I choose? Don’t make me choose. Three of you, for God’s sake, do this meme and say I tagged you.
U – Unknown fact about me: What, dear reader, could you possibly not know about me? You even know how many ovaries I do not have. You know about my cervix. *Thinks madly*. What would you like to know about me?
V – Very favorite stores: Book shops! Yay!
W – Worst Habit: I have bazillions. I bite my nails. I am the most untidy humanoid on this planet. I am a maddening know-it-all who talks incessantly through documentaries on TV. I am addicted to caffeine (this last month sucked a little in that regard. Cold Turkey! Comin’ atcha!). I leave my shed hair on the side of the bath. I leave knitting projects, complete with needles sticking out at all angles, in strange secretive places like ninja porcupine guerillas, poised to attack the unwary. I talk too much. I procrastinate. I write poetry. Did I mention I talk too much? I clearly type too much too.
X-ray or Ultrasound: I am getting very good indeed at ultrasounds. Very very practiced.
Y – Your Favorite Food(s): Lasagne. Tiramisu. Sashimi. Cherries. Not tripe or brains (yes, I have, and yes, it’s horrid). Everything else.
Z – Zodiac: Gemini