Kind Leslie has given me an I *heart* your blog award. In return, all I have to do is one tiny meme.
Where is your mobile phone? Until very recently I hadn’t got one. I don’t like them. Unfortunately, I was unable to hold out from work any longer. It’s sleeping in my handbag in the hall.
Where is your significant other? In bed asleep
Your hair colour? As my mother never tires of telling me “you have lost all your blonde hair” it is as P.G. Wodehouse once said of one of his heroines “a kind of glorious mouse”.
Your mother? A saint who reared “a family of racehorses”, a believer in infinite possibilities, an organic chemist, an outstanding organiser of children’s parties.
Your father? Kind, generous, excellent conversationalist only somewhat reactionary.
Your favourite thing? Possibly my nana’s engagement ring which she left to me; it was stolen over the summer.
Your dream last night? Can’t remember.
Your dream goal? Eh?
The room you’re in? The only room downstairs.
Your hobby? Blogging, reading, sleeping, talking.
Your fear? Failure.
Where do you want to be in 6 years? If Mr. Waffle makes his fortune, studying art history.
Where were you last night? At home having dinner with my husband and brother. I love that our families are so near and they come for just an evening every so often. A long weekend once a year can put a strain on everyone.
What you’re not? Quiet.
One of your wish-list items? Have far “too many of this world’s goods” (quote from mother) for tiny little house. Only want to give things away. I predict I will be impossible to buy for, for Christmas.
Where you grew up? Cork
The last thing you did? Went through old paperwork(found 500 euros worth of uncashed cheques – hurrah)
What are you wearing? Fleecy thing. House is quite chilly.
Your TV? Off.
Your pets? We had a lovely cat called Hodge when I was little. I am trying to wear down my husband to let us have a cat. I have said that it is either a cat or another baby. He is definitely weakening.
Your computer? A 2003 model that I would love to update (ok, I do want something) but it works absolutely fine. So that would be criminal, wouldn’t it?
Your mood? A bit tired.
Missing someone? Actually, rather annoyingly, having missed my family and friends in Ireland for five years, I am now missing my Belgian friends. A lot of them were English and I seem to have developed a real taste for that English cyncism that we just don’t have here.
Your car? Disastrous. We have two cars. One with the steering wheel on the wrong side which we failed to sell in Belgium. Must flog the one with the steering wheel on the correct side originally purchased in anticipation of a quick sale of the other one. Are you still with me?
Something you’re not wearing? Earrings
Favourite shop? Hodges Figgis on Dawson Street
Your summer? Spent moving with a quick trip to Sicily thrown in.
Love someone? Lots of people.
Your favourite colour? Blue
When is the last time you laughed? Before my loving spouse went to bed.
Last time you cried? I cry all the time. I think it was probably at the event yesterday when the gospel choir sang that thing “the higher you build your barricades”. A 1980s anthem for the new intercultural Ireland. I was overwhelmed. This is always happening to me. When Lassie was on the telly when I was little, I used to cry all through it. I had to hide behind the sofa when it was over until my face stopped being so blotchy. Even then, I knew it was uncool to cry at Lassie.
Art History departments must be full of women of a certain age having given up work because that’s exactly what I would study too if I ever became a lady of leisure.