Many thanks to Gail at The Writing Bug for passing this award to me.
Isn’t it pretty?
Now then, I have to reveal some interesting things about me – oh dear, this will be a short post then.
Drums fingers on desk.
I’ve probably told you these things before – there is a very shallow file of interesting things about me I’m afraid. Interesting things seem to happen to my family and friends.
1. Turns out the arthritis in my shoulder and neck aren’t my only problems. I don’t know whether to be proud of this or worried, but the main trouble with my shoulder is – ahem, a drum roll please – a sporting injury! Yep, that’s right, me, Mrs Couch Potato herself has a sporting injury. The musculoskeletal specialist I saw says the impingement is almost certainly a result of my swimming. I’ve had a steroid shot into the offending (offensive!) shoulder and have to do exercises involving just me, a door and a gigantic rubber band. I’ve cut the swimming down to just once a week and have resigned myself to the fact that I will probably never now realise my lifelong ambition to swim the channel.
2. When I was an Elf (in the Brownies, not a real elf obviously, although I probably have the ears for it) we were playing outside on the Barrack field when suddenly Brown Owl and Tawny Owl ushered us into the Brownie hut. As we were bundled in the door I heard someone say Goldie, the golden eagle that had escaped from London Zoo had landed on the field. I vividly remember looking over my shoulder and catching a glimpse of a large, hunched, sad looking creature at the edge of the field as I went in. They wouldn’t let us look out of the windows and told us to stay at the back of the hut in case he should attack! I just felt sorry for him, poor old thing. I remember this with absolute clarity, but when I Google it now there is no mention of Goldie ever making it out of London – so did I dream it? I am 99% sure it happened.
3. My mum wouldn’t let me have ballet lessons because she said I was too tall and tall girls are never ballerinas. I’m 5’ 2”.
4. Many years ago in very icy weather I woke up and “saw” a motorcyclist wearing a white helmet come off his bike at a roundabout and slide down the road on his back. I saw this as vividly as I saw the eagle. I was so upset that my beloved left his motorbike at home (I had had premonitions before) and trudged to work through snow and ice and as he crossed the roundabout, a motorcyclist came off his bike and slid down the road on his back – just as I’d described. And he was wearing a white helmet. There have been lots of other things, but I shan’t go on as you probably already think I am too far away with the fairies as it is.
5. I can’t do that “Live long and prosper” thing with my fingers, but I can turn my tongue upside down.