A week or so ago, Sararose, a teenage friend of mine, left this comment on my blog: “Hi Sue! I have tagged you on my blog - please do it!” I hopped over to Sararose’s blog and found out she’d kindly passed on a Versatile Blogger Award to me.
“- please do it!” How can I resist?? So here I am accepting the award with gratitude. Thank you, Sararose. I feel honoured you read my blog and think it worthy of an award.
In order to accept this award I have to tell everyone 7 random facts about myself. Is there anything I haven’t yet revealed? I seem to do an awful lot of talking about myself while writing my blog posts.
I have been sitting here thinking and thinking… and this is what I’ve come up with:
1. When I was a child I dreamed of having a maid. I used to watch The Brady Bunch and I thought it would be rather nice to have an Alice of my own to look after my house. We were talking about this the other night. Looking back, I can’t understand why Mrs Brady needed a maid: She didn’t have any little children, she didn’t work outside the home and she wasn’t even homeschooling. I am trying to remember what she did with her days. Anyway, I never got an Alice of my own but I have got lots of very helpful children, which is even better.
2. Would you have guessed I am a fussy hair person? Every morning I wash and blow dry my hair until every strand is in place. If it rains, I panic. I hate that wet-hair-clinging-to-my-head feeling. I don’t enjoy swimming much, partly because I'm not a strong swimmer, but mainly because it involves getting wet. When we go away on holiday, I'd rather stay in a motel than camp out, because tents don’t have an outlet for my hairdryer. Actually I’m trying to be more relaxed about my hair. Sometimes when I’m feeling especially adventurous and want my children to think I am a fun mum, I suggest a walk in the rain.
3. After I left school, I lived in Wales for three years. I completed a science degree at the University of Wales, Aberystwyth. Aberystwyth is a small seaside town on the west coast of Wales. During my first year there, I lived in a university hall opposite the sea. The hall was huge and old with a maze of rooms. One room was boarded up and never used because it was said to be haunted by a ghost. On wild nights the sea water would sweep in huge waves up over the promenade and pound against the hall’s shuttered windows.
4. I'm not a hot weather person. The heat makes me feel heavy-headed and lethargic. When I was a child I lived in Brisbane where the summers were very hot and humid, and the winters were never really cold. I didn’t seem to notice the heat in those days. I ran around in the sun and collected so many freckles on my fair skin that I was teased: “One day you’ll turn into one huge freckle.” I try and avoid the sun these days and so my freckles have faded. Did you know that the Welsh word for ‘freckles’ can be translated as ‘sun kisses’. Isn’t that beautiful? My face was kissed by the sun. So much nicer than having a freckled face.
5. I’m not a cold weather person either. The coldest winter I can remember occured when I was living in Wales. The snow was falling heavily as I travelled by train back to Aberystwyth, after the Christmas holidays. That was the last train that made it into the town for the next few days. Snow piled up on the train tracks. It also piled up in the streets. The snow ploughs scooped it all up and deposited it in huge piles on the beach creating an eerie scene. The temperatures fell so low the salt water in the harbour froze. With no train and boat access, fresh supplies of food couldn’t be transported into town. I had a coin-operated electricity meter in my room, which needed feeding with 50p coins, if I wanted to use my little 2 bar heater. Most times I wore three jumpers and sat under my feather quilt in order to stay warm.
6. Years ago I used to be a breastfeeding counsellor. I went to meetings, counselled mothers, rose through the ranks and ended up training other counsellors. I felt important. I felt needed. It was a hard decision to resign, when I realised I didn’t have enough spare time to continue, after our fifth child was born. But after a day or two of being 'only' a homeschooling mother, I forgot all about counselling. I was too busy with my children. I still felt important. I still felt needed. But I also felt loved. There’s no better job than being a mother.
7. My favourite place in all the world is my bed. Now it’s not a very comfortable bed. It has a hard mattress which we never seem to get around to replacing. My pillow is hard as well. But every night when I climb under my quilt, I think how fortunate I am to have a warm place to close my eyes and rest, and recover from the busyness of the day. Wouldn’t it be sad to be homeless, out on the streets with only a cardboard box for a bed? I thank God and drift off to sleep knowing I am safe. And once I have posted this, that's where I'm heading: off to my bed.
So what do you think, Sararose? Will my seven random facts do? I hope so! Here is my award:
Before I finish, here's an extra fact:
That's me in the photo. A beach ball manufacturer saw that photo and wanted to use it in an advertising campaign. My grandmother said, "You can use it but that's not one of your balls." Sadly the manufacturer lost interest in my photo. Me and my ball weren't made into a poster. I didn't become 'the beach ball girl' and I never became famous.
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