I've been tagged twice - once by The Dotterel and another time by Fat, Frumpy and Fifty. Each tag is slightly different so I'll go with the six tag factor from The Dotterel and I'll save FFF's seven "meme" (must look that word up) tag for the next post.
The Dotterel says that I must reveal six random things about myself:
1. Head in hands. "Where on earth do I start?" I ask myself. I reckon that I am a pretty unorganised sort of person. I thought I was organised until I had children and then it dawned on me that I had been labouring under that delusion for years. I often start jobs, pick something up, see something else and then start doing that job. I often have four or five jobs "on the go" e.g.:
I was in the bank today trying to arrange something.
I got out my debit card along with my address book and undertook the banking transaction and chatted to a few people and went to the supermarket and opened my wallet to pay and saw that the debit card was not there (and panicked) and at the same time I was chatting to a friend and was trying to give her my business card (and saw that someone had written their number on the back of it so I couldn't give it to her) and paid for the shopping in cash but queried an item that I had brought back: a tin of spaghetti (the flavour of sauce not quite to my Marie Antoinette daughter's liking) and tried to exchange it and then that had to be ratified by the manager of the store and meanwhile I was thinking "ten minutes to go" up the winding road by car to collect daughter from school and eventually the friend leaves as she is tired of waiting for me to get out business card sans scrawled number on the back and got tins exchanged whilst simultaneously trying to put the unflavoursome spaghetti back into my bag and then realised what I was doing and got it out again and went out to car and put shopping in car and rang another friend to ask her to pick up daughter from school (as it was now five minutes to go before pickup time) and rang school to arrange it and walked back to bank and asked if they have found my debit card and no they had not and they asked me: "Is it in your address book?" and I exclaimed: "Oh yes, here it is and do you fancy organising my life for me?" and how they chortled and then I saw the friend in the street again and gave her a clean business card (which had miraculously appeared from my scrawny wallet) and walked back to car and picked something up from our other house which we still must put on market to sell or to rent because it has been empty for 10 months now and we are still paying the mortgage on it and being credit CRUNCHED to within a millimetre of our Mrs. Pepperpot lives (!) and picked daughter up from my friend's house and had a restorative cuppa and went back home for tea.
2. I used to love drinking pints of Guinness when I was a student (I also used to serve up pints for Adrian Chiles, Uni President, at the College bar). Occasionally I stop and wonder why I have not had a Guinness for about ten years. (I must remember to keep the odd bottle in the cupboard for the odd sneaky slurp.)
3. I'm not a vegetarian but I'm very finicky when it comes to eating meat. I can eat beef in casseroles but not keen on roast beef but can eat steaks. I cannot abide lamb (absolutely hate the smell when it is cooking). Not much good with pork either. Who said man cannot live by chicken alone? I could. (Cue despairing husband.)
4. On my maternal side I come from a fish and chip shop dynasty. My great grandfather had a fish and chip shop...so did my aunties, uncles and my grandfather. I'm very proud of that. My grandfather is still alive and well into his nineties. Still watching Countdown, doing crosswords and occasionally beating Carol Vorderman. I should start eating fish like there is no tomorrow. He ate masses of coley and is still very much with us to tell many tales. Of how the cod used to be huge after the Second World War (as the waters had not been fished for years). Of being in the thick of the Burma War. If I can be anything like him in my latter years I will be chuffed to bits.
5. I can play the piano. At least I think I still can. I last played it when I was 18. We bought a piano five years ago but we have yet to install it in either of our houses. (Very long story.)
6. I was so smiley when I was a child that Brown Owl gave me a badge with "Champion Smiler" on it.
7. When I was about six or seven I wrote a paragraph-long story with no punctuation with lots of "ands" in it. My teacher was not impressed in the slightest.
8. You may have guessed that I am also not very good at obeying rules and :-)
Six other bloggees/bloggers/bloggites tagged to be "it"... Apologies if you have done this before. Maybe you can rustle up some more titbits?: Arthur Clewley's Diary, French Fancy, Tarte Tartan, Rural Villager, Ladybird World Mum, Dulwich Divorcee Over to you...(now who I am going to choose to be my next "tag" victims...)