|For no reason other than I like this, here's my and the boyfriend's feet|
The point of these posts are to give a bit of blog love and get some in return, but I won't be tagging anyone in these. If you like this post and want to do one like it, leave me a link in the comments. I don't want to exclude anyone or make them feel like they have to do it. I have to share seven things that you might not know about me. I'm not much of a sharer, so these seven factoids were hard to come up with. I hope you like them.
|At a family party, note my super-smooth face. Computers can do great things these days.|
1) My mother has had a formative influence on my life. She works part-time in a library, where she heads up the county book club. She's half the reason why I grew up in a house full of books. She taught me the value of a Burberry trench coat. I tell people who have never met her that she's a cross between Delia Smith and Audrey Hepburn, but I don't think that I've ever told her that. She makes excellent scones and pate and bread and butter pudding (but not together). She wants to go to India. She has a rail full of Diane Von Furstenburg dresses in her room. Anything she has, she'll give to one of her children without them having to ask. She is one of the most tolerant, gentle and considerate people I have ever felt the good fortune to meet and I love her to bits. Happy Mother's Day, Mom.
2) My mother is from England and I have a lot of relatives there, but she was born to Irish parents. Technically, I've got dual nationality and I do feel a bit British. It's a really hard identity to reconcile when you consider the fraught relationship that England and Ireland have had. Existential crises aside, I do enjoy a nice cream tea and an elaborate Royal Wedding.
3) My dream is to edit and publish my own magazine. I also want to write a novel, if only to prove to myself that I can do it. And I will do it. I will.
|Looking pensive and hoping for a tomorrow without nocturnal corner-shop visits|
4) My boyfriend is freakishly supportive. He goes to the shop in the middle of the night to get biscuits for my tea and sleeps on the couch when I'm sick (got strep throat at the moment). He's a very nice guy.
|Bumper prize to the person who can name the most books on this shelf...|
5) Of all the things I am proud of, I'm probably proudest of my bookshelf...
6) ...but in every other aspect, I'm a massive slob. In reality, my bedside drawer has this on it - plus five or six mugs, a pair of glasses, bottles of nail varnish and an even bigger pile of unfinished books.
7) There's no food I won't try. Bushtucker trials have got nothing on me.