Award & 7 very interesting *cough* things about me

Thanks to the lovely Kathleen, I've got me an award. Now, it's been a while since I've had one of these, but I've written a little speech, if you'll excuse me...

I'd like to thank my parents for always being there, my sister for taking the piss out of me when we were children and the old lady in the sweet shop who was too blind to see me stealing that time.

Ok, maybe not.

Apparently, I now have to bore you all with 7 things about me. Oh, you lucky lot :p

I'm not going to tag anyone else. I've tagged dozens before and as everyone seems so busy right now, please join in only if you want to... but share the link if you do so I can be nosey :)

1. I HATE sport.

Really, I absolutely detest it. I am filled with nothing but dread with the craplympics coming up next year. Why did London have to 'get' it??? Eh??? All we have on TV/radio now is 'One year to go!' Not happy. *Grumpy face* Too much sport!

It's bad enough that The Boyfriend is the world's biggest Manchester City fan EVER. If I'd known that when I met him... well... who knows! I've had to compromise a bit. There are only so many times he can be sent down the garden to watch a match on his laptop in the rain.

2. I LOVE white chocolate, but it HAS to be Milky Bar.

If it's not, then don't bother bringing it near me!

3. I'm good at falling over in the snow.

Some years ago, my sister and I went for a walk in the snow. We were going to see my grandparents and check they were all right after a particularly heavy snowfall. I may add that we were around 15 and 16 years of age and still at that 'Oh my God, please don't let me fall over in front of other people' stage. Do I need to continue?

I got wrapped up. Very wrapped up: 2 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of tights, vest top, t-shirt, shirt, jeans, 2 jumpers, coat, boots, assorted scarves, gloves and a bobble hat. My sister wore (I find this hard to believe, even now) cotton trousers, a long-sleeved top, 1 pair of socks, a light-weight jacket and SHOES!

Now, I'll admit, I am a little bit bossy at times and I moaned and moaned at her to get wrapped up properly or she'd regret it, and I, as the eldest, certainly knew best.

Why wouldn't she listen to me? I did know best!

So I carried on moaning and telling her she was silly until I put my foot down in the snow and somehow lost my balance.

Because I was so very wrapped up, I didn't seem to bend very well and rather than trip and stumble like any normal person, I fell somewhat like a tree being cut down in its prime.

To add insult to injury I didn't manage to get my hands out of my pockets in time (well, hands will get cold, even with gloves on, so it's better to be safe than sorry) which meant I fell FACE FIRST into the snow.

Oh, how she laughed.

I don't know if there was anyone else to witness my embarrassment... I could hardly stand - what with the lack of bending I was able to do, so other people watching was the last of my worries.

When we got to our destination, my poxy sister told my grandparents, who laughed. And once we were home, she told my parents, who laughed. And then, forever more, she has delighted in telling EVERYONE she has met...but only when I've been there to laugh at. For some reason, people find it funny.

I'm sure I don't know why.

4. I have some great blogging friends.

I've met some wonderful people through blogging. I'm in touch with a few by email and I'm so glad I am. I'd never have met them otherwise and that would have been a shame. They'll know who they are if they read this post. Mind you, each is as mad as a box of frogs. *smiles sweetly*

5. I've recently joined a critique group.

Kathleen, the lovely lady who gave me this award, is a member and she is bloody amazing at critiquing. I'm now looking at my work, thinking: I hate passive sentences!

6. I LOVE Edward Monkton.

My sister bought me a card a few years ago and it rather sums us her up. It makes me laugh every time I read it. (I have it pinned to my pinboard for ease of laughingness.)

A serious face is needed for the last one...

7. I miss Edmund. But music helps.

If you read my last 2 posts, you'll know that I had to have my little dog put to sleep 2 weeks ago. I miss him terribly. He was such a barmpot and his character totally filled the house. Having Eric here is lovely though... but very quiet!

Once I knew that there would, indeed, be a 'final trip' in the car and that I'd be coming home On My Own, I made sure I had a pretty amazing CD in the car, ready. Otherwise the journey would have been unbearable on my own.

I chose a song in particular that was more uplifting than a gale-force wind. It did the trick. It filled me with positive thoughts about the wonderful life he'd had and also allowed me to have a good cry and a wail without disturbing anyone else. (Ok, so it was different at traffic lights. I apologise to those who pulled up beside me, music blaring - windows were closed but it was rather loud - to witness a 40 year old woman, 'singing' along to the song on repeat with mascara streaming down her face.)

I've found it on You Tube but I think I have to post it on it's own so I shall attempt to do so for the next post.

Volume up :)