Purple carpet

Well, Ashok has a finely developed sense of how best to take revenge: He has suggested me for Stylish Blogger Award – the one I made fun of the other day. Alongside Con and GM. Don’t say Ashok doesn’t know how to keep hell’s fires going.

Naturally, I am tickled pink. So pink, I am almost purple. I don’t want to be all churlish like some guys refusing to accept an OBE or whatever the empire sees fit to bestow on you. So, with teeth on the way to being ground to stumps already, I shall think of seven things about myself – as yet unknown – and name five bloggers.

Do you realise that it’s easier to think of 77 things about yourself than seven? Paring down is an art which eludes most. Even worse: Name five bloggers. Only four read this blog (apart from Con and GM) and I cannot let other people in my life into this my consortium’s guilty secret. I’d never live it down. Even decades ago, Ashok, when I was your and son’s age I had three distinct (distinctly different) circles of friends. They didn’t know each other, they didn’t know of each other and I made sure it stayed that way. Will reflect on this another time. Which reminds me: I wrote you mega considerably brain celled post on revenge which does not show. Please don’t think I short change you. I don’t. But technology and I are at loggerheads this minute.

Seven (incidentally my preferred number apart from three and five):

My favourite colour is yellow (as in sunflower).

I can’t help noticing people’s shoes and hands. In a non-judgmental way. Both will tell you all there is to know about a person.

I am locked in the closet of my imagination.

I find it impossible to forget.

Once you are part of my circle I’ll stick with you forever. Through sick, sin and simplifications.

There is a lot I don’t understand.

My mind is like a sponge – always dripping.

Is that it?

As to bloggers: Naturally there is BHB who doesn’t blog. Yet, so generous with herself.

Production Assistant, Jean, aka Cheerful Monk, definitely qualifies – if only to keep me on my toes with endless questions, prodding me with spikey elbows, keeping me on right level of (dis)stress.

Not sure about the rules, Ashok. Is it permissible to vote for you back to back?

Conrad will get my vote because he is theeeeeeeeeeeee most annoying, peeving me big time, person.

And then there is Daphne. Daphne doesn’t blog much, keeping himself to himself, but when he does you better put out the bird food (peanuts in sluggish grey grease precariously perched on branch of tree outside my den).

So well, thanks for that,  Ashok. Am exhausted now. Will not thank my parents. Obviously their not having aborted me resulted in my enjoying the world for what it is, and how else would that most wonderful person (my son) enrich my and others life? On the whole I try and not let on about my maternal anxieties because I hated it when my mother did. If yours does just give her a hug and tell her everything will be fine. It will be – just fine. Pull the other one. And don’t bang your head on tarmac.

By the way should you ever set foot out of the perimeters of your country’s boundaries let us know. You and apple of my eye would make fine combo at one of those headbanging long hair (optional) metal music events.

Yours,

U