...Queen of Quirkiness, it seems.
I was tagged by Liz and asked to list six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about myself. It's taken me nearly a week to think of any. But once I started...
Number one, I don't care for the letter V, never have. It's the letter most likely to give you a poke. And it's right there at the front of some nasty words - vicious, violent, vexing. But where we would be without it? No love, no vegetables.
I do like the letter s, and the sound of sh. Hush. Plush. Seashore. Which takes me to quirk number two. When I get in the bath, I like to stand for a few minutes splashing my feet in the water, pretending that I'm paddling in the sea.
Number three. I am fastidious about few things, but I do like to look after my shoes. I have a collection of shoe trees and boot trees. I have suede protector and saddle soap and a box full of proper polish, and I use it.
Number four - I like to feel the earth between my fingers. I only wear gardening gloves when I'm dealing with manure, which explains my unbeautiful, arthritic hands.
Quirk number five - numbers patterns (John reminded me of this). I get excited (moderately) when the mileometer has a nice number pattern or the time is in double figures on a digital clock.
But despite this attention to digital timepieces, I have trouble actually arriving on time. This is because - quirk number six - I do not like being early. I don't plan to be late, but I like get to a place on time, exactly on time, not early or late. Not easy.
So there we are. The pictures used to illustrate these idiosyncrasies, come from the alphabet scrapbook I made for my son when he was a wain. Looking back at it after all these years, I can see that the poor boy was propagandised with the things that I liked, even then. The same things that turn up here. I may have a quirk or two but I'm consistent, at least.
PS I'm supposed to tag five other people, but I'm not sure that I'm up to that. Over to you.