It’s Monday again and I’m linking up with Meet Me on Monday, hosted, as always by the lovely Java on Never Growing Old. Every week she posts five questions and us blog-hoppers answers these questions on our blogs and then link up to read everyone else’s answers!
1 What is your favourite way to eat potatoes?
Hmm…I love ’em baked or roasted, but I’d have to say my favourite is chips! Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, loads of salt and vinegar, and dripping in grease. Yum! Let’s hear it for cholesterol! When I was pregnant I had terrible cravings for chips, and couldn’t physically get past a chip-shop without stopping off for a bag. Or two. Or sometimes three… No wonder I’ve got such a lardy arse.
2. What was the last package delivered to your house?
That would have been a snazzy new set of tyres for Youngest’s bike. I say, snazzy because of the price-tag. They certainly don’t look anything special – black and circular with rubber tread stamped all over ’em. Just like any other old bicycle tyre, in fact. And they certainly don’t do anything special: they don’t hoover the carpet. Or make cups of tea. And they don’t mow the lawn, either. I suppose the box they arrived in, was quite nice – strong and firm and cardboardy, but apart from that, I really don’t know why they’re so snazzy. Or so bleedin’ expensive.
3.What is your favourite smell?
Hmm, I love the smell of petrol and I adore the scent of washing, dried on the line in the sunshine, but my favourite smell has to be coffee. It’s funny because I hardly ever drink the stuff – I’m a strong, brick-red cup of tea lover myself, but the smell of a hot, frothy cappuccino is mouth-wateringly gorgeous!
4. Do you smoke?
Erm…yes! It’s the one thing I regret in life. Over the years I’ve tried pretty much everything to help me quit: nicotine patches, inhalers, chewing gum, lozenges, herbal ciggies, hypnosis and even positive visualisation (don’t laugh; I was desperate!) At the beginning of the summer I was on these tablets that alter the chemistry of the brain, suppressing the desire to smoke. Well, they were fantastic – just one whiff of someone else’s cigarette and I was gagging. Trouble was, they turned me into Vicious Viper Woman and I had to stop the treatment early. I’d gone four months and I honestly thought I’d kicked it, but I was so upset at one of my 6 ft babies leaving home, I started smoking again! Well, duh!
5. Are your parents married or divorced?
My dad died when I was little, but my mum re-married and they’re still together some twenty-odd years later!
And that’s another glimpse into the life of Tiny!
Tomorrow I’ll be revealing which one of my statements was true and which four were enhanced and embellished! I would love to hear your guesses, so please have a go! I would also love to provide a link to the relevant post, but I’m so techno-crap, I’d probably just link you with Mars! The post is underneath this one! 🙂