Now, I have to tell you 10 things about myself that you don't know. Which is hard and I've done it twice so far (you'd think I'd remember) and my computer HAS CRASHED! Which it never does. So, if I get through, I'll publish BEFORE I award 10 of my favourite bloggers too! Ok?
1: My middle name is Fiona and I was named after the female character in Brigadoon. Mum and Dad went to see the play when Mum was preggers. Dad still calls me Fiona sometimes (in cards) and my Uncle used to call me Robyne-Ona, or the alternative, Fleas-Onna.
2: When I was 15-16 I went to Melbourne College of Textiles for a one year course, but because I started part way through the year I missed the embroidery component.
3: I still bit my fingernails at age 52 years and 11/12ths.
4: My friend Marion and I went for a drive (hitch-hike) up in the Dandenong Ranges one day (1973-4) and got a lift with Brian Cadd, a well known Pop musician of the day. We sat in the back and put our bare feet up on his leather and wood old-Jag upholstery and he didn't hassle us at all. We were too cool for school because he was a bit daggy, but we cooly bragged about it later.
5: I worked for five years as a gardener here at Cloudehill, doing paving and hedge-clipping and all manner of proper gardener slog, even though I'd not had a garden since I was a wee thing. It's not what you know, it's Who You Know.
6: I hate mushrooms, crab and oysters. I'm ashamed to admit that, but it's true. I hate them.7: I named my daughter Lucy before I knew that my Grandmother's middle name was Lucy, my great-grandmother's name was Lucy, my great-great grandmother's name was Lucy and my great-great-great grandmother's name was Lucy.
8: In all my family history, I have not found a single convict.
9: I got a 3 day old goat as a pet when I was 12. Dad said she was lucky to learn to walk becaue I never let her down. So cute.
10: My teenage friend and I tried really, really hard, and I mean really truly sincerely honestly hard to send a psychic message to someone, then went around to see if he'd been at least thinking of us at all, even vaguely. And he hadn't.