I don’t often do this sort of thing – they sometimes reveal an interesting aside about someone, but I generally think of them as pseudo-content. However, in the absence of any REAL content around here, recently, and since I was actively tagged by Deb, here we go:
Three things that scare me:
- Fire, in the sense of burning buildings. Fire drills at school used to terrify me, and I’ll still do quite a lot to avoid being in a building while they’re testing the fire alarms. When I was about six, we were evacuated from Woolworth’s in Rochdale because the lighting display at the back of the shop had burst into flames. We were at the front of the shop, so all I knew was that an old man told my mum to get us out coz the was a fire, shortly before all the alarms went off. My sister was upset that she had to leave her un-paid-for polos behind. Mum took us to the toy shop at the opposite end of the high street, to get our minds off it. It clearly didn’t work, coz I’ve been mildly phobic ever since, though I’ve learned to manage it with age.
- Losing Kevin or Daisy.
- Being trapped somewhere – this relates to, but isn’t limited to the first one. I hate planes, boats bother me, and I’ve avoided going to the apparently fascinating Western Approaches museum, because it’s all underground. I need to know that I can get out whenever I want to.
Three people that make me laugh:
- My mum.
- My sister.
Three things I hate the most:
- Bullying – any form of attacking someone who’s already weaker than you.
- Most traffic legislation.
Three things I don’t understand:
- How aeroplanes stay up (and that’s not a cue for you to explain it to me, Kevin. It’s magic, that’s all there is to it. A bit like how you feel about knitting.).
- How we can have too many people in the country, at the same time as having too few. I mean, we can’t go around killing off the baby boomers because they’re too expensive to maintain in old age, so the only alternative is to have more people of working age to foot the bill. Isn’t it?
- How other people have such difficulty understanding the blindingly obvious. Does that sound terribly arrogant?
Three things I’m doing right now:
- Getting dressed… theoretically…
- Hoping the weather holds for a picnic in Delamere Forest later on
- Wondering why nail varnish never lasts more than 24 hours without chipping.
Things I want to do before I die:
- Feel like I’m a good Christian, rather than a rubbish, limping along sort of one (feeling like you’re doing it right is probably the first danger signal, however…).
- Learn Welsh – reconnect with my heritage.
- Do exercise regularly – so regularly as to make it come naturally, instead of being the mammoth effort of will it has always been up till now. Which is why it’s never happened regularly.
Three things I can do:
- Play viola by ear. Not violin, for odd, historical reasons, and not really from music because of not having tried in about 13 years.
- Write web pages, if I’ve not forgotten in the two years since I gave up work. I used to be pretty good at it, though. Maybe it’s like riding a bicycle?
- Run my house! This one definitely has it’s ups and downs, but it’s a long time since anyone around here completely ran out of underwear, and I’m not ashamed to let visitors into my living room, so yay!
Three ways to describe my personality:
- Fiercely, stupidly loyal.
- High maintenance.
- Practically Perfect In Every Way (oh, and humble…).
Three things I can’t do:
- Run – but why would you want to?
- Reach the top shelves in the kitchen.
- Stay up much past 10.30pm – that’s what turning thirty did for me.
Three things I think you should listen to:
- Your children.
- Your parents – you can ignore them afterwards (much as you can with your children) but you should listen. They’re not there forever.
Three things you should never listen to:
- The call of the chocolate doughnut.
- Sarah Kennedy in the morning (maybe she gets easier to swallow later in the day?).
- People who tell you climbing mountains is fun.
Three things I’d like to learn:
- Oh – I already said this – Welsh. My great great grandfather was a Welsh-speaker, but didn’t teach his children because he didn’t want them to be able to speak a language his wife didn’t understand. So Welsh died out in my family about 120 years ago.
- How to sew – that’s another form of magic, if you ask me.
- How to decide that a family tree is “finished”.
Three favourite foods:
- Pizza from Papa Johns at the top of the road.
- Cadbury’s Dairy Milk.
Beverages I drink regularly:
- Decaf coffee.
- Skimmed milk.
- Pink grapefruit cordial.
Three shows I watched as a kid:
- Captain Caveman.
- Saturday Superstore.
- Press Gang.
Three people I’m tagging to do this:
- Nope – sorry. I don’t know enough bloggers, I’m afraid.
And THAT’S why I don’t do these things – it took me an hour!