Of Furtive Friday Fumblings October 17, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackWell, whey hey and all that. But there aren’t really any fumblings, furtive or otherwise. Sorry about that.
Lovely Karen and equally lovely Leigh have given me this purdy award and asked me to witter about things. And who am I to decline? Churlish is a good word but not a good trait. So here you are.
1. Where is your mobile? On my desk in front of me, waiting for the alarm to go off at 6.30.
2. Where is your significant other? Hiding in his study because it’s too early to listen to the words coming out of my mouth. Apparently.
3. Your hair colour? Dark, chocolately brown, according to t’box
4. Your mother? Asleep, I should think. Or moaning. Or worrying.
5. Your father? Noisy nutjob.
6. Your favorite thing? Wine. Of course. And Siu Mai (prawn dumplings) from Marks and Spencer. Addicted. I load my trolley up every Sat with a pack for each night and don’t bother with proper food. Nom nom nom.
7. Your dream last night? No idea. I dreamt about Smithy from The Bill the night before though.
8. Your dream/goal? To live happily ever after.
9. The room you’re in? My study. Close to the kitchen where the oven is doing things to a baguette for No. 2 son’s lunch. Plus it’s freeeeeezing in the conservatory. Brrrrrr.
10. Your hobby? Tootling the flute in a chamber orchestra
11. Your fear? To end up knowing that I didn’t try hard enough.
12. Where do you want to be in six years? Earning a living as a writer and searching for a house in France.
13. Where were you last night? At home, watching The Bill and The Restaurant and Never Mind the Buzzcocks and not at a rehearsal with the Orchestra of the Undead, which is where I was supposed to be. Shhhhhh. I don’t think they noticed.
14. What you’re not? A pantomime horse.
15. One of your wish-list items? Um… nothing really. I don’t crave ’stuff’. Less messy children?
16. Where you grew up? Jersey. The rock off the coast of France, not that newfangled one in those there Americas.
17. The last thing you did? Made a cuppa and asked lovely bf if he did want to kiss me very much.
18. What are you wearing? Brown jim-jams, pale blue dressing gown and Fit Flops. Vee stylish, I think you’ll agree.
19. Your TV? In the sitting room. Off.
20. Your pets? Dog, looking smug after killing spree last night. The evidence? A seriously big spider, splatted spread-eagled on the sitting room skirting board. He’s a gonna-be writer’s dog. He only kills alliteratively. Good, eh?
21. Your computer? Mac and Maccy-lappy. I can’t work them properly but I can at least pretend to be a bit cool.
22. Your mood? Slightly don’t-want-to-walk-the-dog-in-the-woods-in-the-morning-dark-ish.
23. Missing someone? No - honestly, I haven’t misplaced the children since they were little.
24. Your car? Covered in mud, inside and out. Dog and rugby-brute Son No. 1. Not a combo cut out for cleanliness.
25. Something you’re not wearing? A bowler hat with a red carnation sellotaped to it.
26. Favourite shop? One that sells food. I hate any other sort of shopping. I have tolerance of 10 mins, 3 shops and then I want to go for lunch.
27. Your summer? During the summertime, which I often find is the best time to have it due to the weather.
28. Love someone? Of course, what sort of hard-hearted beast do you take me for?
29. Your favorite color? Green. What a boring question. I seem to quite like wearing purple at the mo but that makes me sound a bit Prince so best I don’t mention it.
30. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday. I’m always guffawing like a crazy person at things I don’t understand.
31. Last time you cried? Oh, not for days. But I’m always bawling like a crazy person etc etc etc. Full moon. Things. Cryingness. You know how it is.
Well, I’m sure that has guaranteed me a slot of Jonathan Ross’ sofa sometime.
I shall pass this on to Lucy (cos her blog is truly beautiful), Hullaballoooooo (cos she’s so tartanly scrumptious) and Thursday (because she’s clever and arty and I’m just a little bit in awe of her).
Right, time to attend to the dressing gown situation, methinks.
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Awww tartanly scrumptious (blush). Who me? Shucks! I want to get the chance to guffaw loudly with you and drink silly amounts of wine.
I will have a go at these questions of the next few days, thanks honey {{{Spiralskies}}]
“A bowler hat with a red carnation sellotaped to it.” But it does so suit you. I think you should consider wearing it much more often.
She very is tartanly scrumptious, very … oh yes indeedy!
Only fourth this time. Bah!
\why weren’t you wearing the hat???
Great answers.
I wish your dog would come and teach mine kill spiders (whether aliterally or not).
I used to dream about Mike Reid when he played Frank Butcher in ‘Enders. Most odd.
Sooper answers. Have visions of you laughing and crying simultaneously, while coaxing a tune from your flute (matron.)
EVERYONE’s wearing fit-flops. Except the dog, obviously. Dimpled thighs will soon be consigned to the past.
I want Fit-Flops, I should have made them my wish list item instead of a boring old boiler!
Well done me darlin. All the best people are getting that award (she says, preening her feathers)!
I’d rather have a prawn dumpling than a Fit Flop.
I so want a prawn dumpling now. Lots in fact.
There’s an Award for you on my blog.
Congratulations!
(I see you’ve already got it but it just means you’re extra special ;))
Oh, I can see why you don’t sellotape the carnation to your hat; superglue is so much better.
Congrats on your award, Jen! And if I may just ask why are wittering about things and not doing your OU? Cor blimey I’m one to talk … I’m so behind!!!! HELP!
Hullabeeee - You know, I don’t doubt for a moment that we will get together in Real Life for vino and natters.
JJ - Thanks. I shall. But the balaclava is so much more flattering, especially when worn back to front.
McBobo - It’s unanimous then
Cap’n Black - You really must try harder.
Liz - People just don’t understand the nature of the bowler hat. You can’t just wear it willy-nilly you know.
Debs - I shall pack up the hound and send him round forthwith.
Karen - Glad I didn’t get the version where one has to answer in one word. That is sooooo against my religion.
Helen - I wear Fit Flops because I fear I may be turning into an old boiler.
B - Gosh, we are totally in the cool club.
Lane - Mmmmmm. Dumplings. I’ll email you some.
Paige - Why thank you. Extra special eh? Hmmmm…
Leigh - But when I superglued my hat to my head, life became embarrassingly tricky.
Amanda - OU? Oh. Bugger. Lawks, I am soooo behind that I even mentioned the ‘D’ word yesterday. Defer to next year? Pfffffffff. Now get thee to your books.
Hehehe….I got the one word version….and in my current jet lagged state it was about all I could manage!!
What happened in The Restaurant?? I got a bit hooked when we were over….
C x
Why madam, thank you - both for the award and your kind words. I confess I had to click on the link to double-check you were talking about me. Arty? Clever? Blimey. I shall attend to this very soon.
No. 12: me too, shall we be neighbours?
Defer? Defer? not allowed. GET WORKING! :o)
Carol - Ooh, I love The Restaurant… think I might have nodded off before the end last night as I can’t quite seem to remember who did what. I shall keep you informed.
Thursday - You are very arty and very clever and I am most jealous indeedy.
Ms Cyclamen - I do think my life would be much improved if we were neighbours.
B - Ok, I’ll just have another little cry then try to get on with it.
I say, you’re the second one to niminate me for this (I meant nominate and that’s a typo, but I like the way it looks so I’m leaving it…). In fact you’re probably the first but I’m just slack and only just got here, plus your feed still doesn’t work for me.
You’d be quite clever to be a pantomime horse on your own, I think, and does your dad read this, or does he know he’s a noisy nutjob anyway?
Trouble is with these memes, the person who did them before me has always done it better than I can. But I’ll give it a go.
I think I would cry if I heard you were to be on Jonathon Woss’s sofa, as I’d love to see you but can’t bring myself to watch him at any price.