|The forbidden zone of the abandoned Varosha in Northern Cyprus, where I first paddled in the warm sea, prior to 1974.|
First you have to divulge 11 things about yourself.
Then you answer some questions.
Then you fling some out to the universe to get others to join in.
You're not supposed to tag anyone who's been tagged, but I'm not sure I know enough bloggers to take part - so if you do fancy it, consider yourself tagged.......
1. I ate so many biscuits in my first term of university, put on so much weight I went up a shoe size (in real life) we no longer keep biscuits in the house. Ever.
2. When I was young I wanted to be an accountant or a lawyer, so I tootled off to uni (and ate biscuits), don't hate me. And I still love a good balance sheet.
3. In this house we have a communal sock basket. I don't ever wear one matching pair of socks. Life's too short to match up socks.
4. I learnt to cook in pubs, theatre restaurants, hotels and once ran my own (small) kitchen, had a B&B and at one time a wee cafe......none for very long as I've a short attention span! The shifts are a killer, but people always want to eat.
5. I followed my families footstepts into gardening due to a lack of fresh veggies in the local island shop. No one should eat bendy carrots or slimey lettuce. And, so my love of growing vegetables was born.
|Cyprus 2012, so many beautiful flowers.|
7. I spent 2 weeks on a tropical botany field trip for my MSc in Belize, alot of it in a tent in the jungle. It wasn't glamourous, studying with scorpions flinging themselves at you is not fun. I still itch and shudder at the thought of plain rice and beans....and continue to have no interest in tropical botany. Or bugs.
|Plant collecting in Belize, Central America. Me with Lisa and Mark, pressing specimens in the field, not nearly as glamourous as it sounds.|
9. I hate cake, chocolate And dried fruit. It's all evil the whole lot of it.
|Highland Cows are very lovely to cuddle.......um not really. But they look bonnie|
11. I was diagnosed with dyslexia half way through my phd in my 40's hadn't a clue before. Tutor described me as a 'leaky dyke', which made me giggle.
11a. This week I fell into a refuse skip. Well I dangled. Best not ask. I'm all about the glamour.
Now for Robyn's questions:
Where in the world would I like to be? - ? Too hard to choose.....inside the border of the forbidden zone of Varosha in Famagusta, just to look around the abandoned city. This is a close as we got, call me old fashioned but I don't go passed men with guns on the beach.........(yes really)
|The fence through the beach towards the forbidden zone of Varosha in Famagusta. Its a ghost town since being invaded in 1974.|
|Haggis the Cairn Terrier, has personal space issues.|
Street food or restaurant? Both. I love to eat.
Childhood friend? Jacqui from Nottingham, oldest person I know. She's not old you understand, just the longest I've known anyone when I lived in Nottingham, well near Toton village to be precise.
Perfect Sunday? Pottering at home or in garden, then a walk and a lovely supper with the guys.
How many homes have you had? 32 or so probably more if you count university accomodation? Seriously. That's quite silly. My dad was in the army.....but my wanderlust continues as an adult. I get bored easily.
Size of feet? 3 or a 4 depending on the biscuits.....
Favourite childhood book - the family at number one end street.
What do I want to find in a biscuit tin? No biscuits....! Probably seeds.
Next questions for pondering... Answer if you dare and link back to me.
Fruit or vegetables?
Coffee or tea?
Wellies or heels?
Best place to eat ever?
Home or away for holidays?
Favourite adventure and why?
Independence or the union (Scotland?)
If you were a flower what would you be?
Radio or TV?
Have you ever been arrested?
Me? Vegetables, Coffee, Wellies, Pass it On, The Peat Inn, Both, Cyprus,Undecided,Daisy,Radio, Nearly, well only for a little while....and they didn't press charges.
And some of the other participants that I do know......find out some random things about them!
A cheerful living adventure
Wittgensteins watering can