Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Seven random facts...

The wonderful Potty Mummy has hunted me down and tagged me for Seven Random facts: Thank you for rescuing me!
She actually caught me in the middle of a flurry of paperwork as I frantically finished my self-assessment tax return before the deadline. I always promise myself that I will not be caught out again but invariably I am and as deadline approaches things get more desperate. All that paperwork I meant to file in July has to be sorted out and the receipts and bills I stuffed in drawers, files and shoe boxes have to be pout into date order so I can work out what I did spend and try to tally that with the bank account – how I wish sometimes that I made life easier for myself and either a) gave up my job or b) got an accountant or maybe even c) got myself a really efficient secretary….
This year I have been totally swamped and now as I look round my office in the aftermath there is not a single spare surface not covered in piles of paper and there is no point even suggesting I look for the carpet. Suffice to say I do know it’s there…

Seven Random Facts….

I only have 24 teeth….
Now you’re all using your tongue to count how many teeth you have some will have about 28 and others maybe even 32 I think with Wisdom teeth you’re meant to have 32 but although as friends and family will attest I have a perfectly large enough mouth there just wasn’t enough room for all my teeth so the dentist removed some. Problem was no one told me he’d be doing it! It came as an awful shock one school holiday and I am afraid I still haven’t really forgiven my mother….
I am NOT organised….
See above
I have lived and/or visited 11% of the countries of the world
Would I have had it any different growing up and travelling all over the place as a camp follower – I doubt it. What a privileged life I have led! And what places I have lived! From the tiny state of Brunei to the far-flung reaches of the arctic. The only shame of it is I cannot possibly take my boys to all these wonderful places…
As a child I read Dodie Smith’s 101 Dalmatians 41 times
I loved this book quite literally to pieces and even though I must have known the story virtually by heart it was still a new story every time I read it. Even now there are certain books I can just read and read and read. They are not necessarily classics nor are they necessarily high blown literature just books that can help me when I feel down or lonely, sad or just tired. Reading has been my escape and my solace. Heaven would be a library of everything I ever wanted to read and all those books that I would enjoy just at the time I needed them.
I sleep with my whippet in bed (and I always will)
It’s a dreadful habit, quite probably extremely unhealthy but I can’t see myself giving it up. I’m afraid and I will come clean or dirty whichever way you’d like to interpret it but she sleeps under the covers in a little ball either at my feet or even right beside me. Dear Charlie sleeps with my whippet’s daughter - I do so like the corruption of individuals especially those who adamantly say they would never in a million years…even better when they agree it’s rather nice!
I still daydream that one day I when I am a grown up I will be famous but life keeps getting in the way…
Why do I do this I will never know. At 14 or 15 there was everything to play for and now at 40+, well to be honest it ain’t likely to happen now perhaps I do it to pretend I am still young for I don’t feel any older than I did then. And it is far more amusing than sorting out paperwork or doing my tax return!
My narrative is kept in the National archive…
Somewhere in the National Archive is a recording of me done for the Millennium. I believe hundreds, if not thousands, of people from all over the country were asked about their lives and what living in Britain in the 20th century meant to them. I think mine was a load of old rubbish. I was NOT in a good space at the time and very stressed out with preparations for getting married, no job, huge and mounting debts and on a massive come down following my trip to the Magnetic North Pole. Real life was just happening far too fast and not quite in the way I had envisaged….
There we are seven random fact for you delectation!

10 comments:

Cait O'Connor said...

Lovely and I don't think you are strange for sleeping with your dog, I would too given half the chance!

Potty Mummy said...

Wow. I mean, wow. You've been to the magnetic north pole? Tattie, that's incredible! (As are some of the other facts you mentioned, not least your husband letting the dogs into bed...). Thanks for doing that, it was really interesting and very enjoyable. Good luck with the tax return!

elizabethm said...

Love the travel and the dogs (not sure about the dogs in the bed, but what do I know, never having done it!). Great blog and sympathised acutely with the tax return bit.

WesterWitch/Headmistress said...

Oh I have dog in the bed envy now . . .and travel envy . . .Used to let Arnie in the bed when HS was working away . . .don't tell HS - he wouldn't approve then again he is the one that feeds the dogs at the table.

Potty Mummy said...

Here you go - you ARE famous. Well, I gave you an award, anyway - check it out on my latest post...

snailbeachshepherdess said...

you have had an interesting life haven't you?...there must me some tales fit to blog in there somewhere...would love to hear more ...when you have done the tax return of course. We dont have dogs on the bed ...but this morning he counted six cats all stretched out on the duvet on top of us ....I hope they were all ours!!

Expatmum said...

Come on - fame isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Look at poor Britney! Love the teeth story. My dentist takes my x-rays to conferences as I have three roots and five nerves in each of my largest molars. Made for a very complicated and painful root canal!

bodran... said...

No wonder hubby won't let you have any more dogs There'd be no room for him in the bed..x

Pondside said...

Where else would your dog sleep? Rosie starts out at the foot of the bed, but during the night migrates up the bed until she's between me and The Great Dane.
I'm with you on the need for a secretary - wouldn't that be the ultimate luxury?

Iota said...

I read 101 Dalmatians NINE times and thought that was a lot. Wow.

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