I was tagged by Betty, for five things most people don't know about me. This is awfully difficult, as I am such a blabbermouth that anything not generally known is probably a dark and deep secret which I will not tell even you.
1. If I had been born a boy, I would have inherited a baronetcy. Yep, Sir Z. My grandfather was the heir of his uncle, and he and my father debated the matter. You do not inherit a title as a matter of course, you have to claim it. They agreed that they were not bothered about a pointless title and would only claim it if there were a further heir, my sister being an only child at the time.
2. I always eat the pith of oranges. I love it. I peel the peel, then I peel the pith, then I have, alternately, segments of orange and pieces of pith. I really don't know why. It's not exactly that it tastes good. I also love to eat the peel of lemons and of the various types of mandarin orange. I really hope that wax they put on to stop the fruit drying out is not carcinogenic or something, as I've taken in a fair bit over the years.
3. I am absolutely, if silently, evangelical about the importance of sex within marriage*. I am confident that it should become more important, as well as better*, the longer you are married. I was, some years ago, shocked speechless when a long-married friend, then probably about the age I am now, said confidentially and confidentally, that of course, at our age ('OUR'? - I am about ten years younger than her, and hadn't realised she thought of us as similarly aged), thank goodness we don't have to bother with that sort of thing any longer. I asked another mutual, and older friend what she thought and I'm glad to say that she, too, was open-mouthed with horror.
4. When I was a child, I was hopelessly in love with Bamber Gascoigne. University Challenge was my favourite programme and I played along and kept score.*** Jeremy Paxman is not the same at all.
5. Once, I saw a spectacularly striped snake swimming in our garden pond. It was multi-coloured and quite large, about three inches in diameter and maybe three feet long. It, and this is the odd thing, was several decades before I realised that I must have been dreaming as such a snake does not exist in this country.
*this is with a bow to Betty. I could not respond to a tag from her without mentioning sex.
**sorry everyone, I know you, knowing my age, are going 'ew'. Especially any of my family reading this.
***I feel quite embarrassed writing this - about the keeping score, that is.
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As a professional psychologist, I think I can explain the significance of No 5. and its direct relationship to number 3, and possibly Bamber saying "your starter for 10, no conferring".
Oh dear - now you've got me wondering how many things I've dreamt and thought were real.
And Z? My parents had sex - lots of it, so I am told - right until my father couldn't anymore because of his cancer....
I hope I keep bonking until I drop dead...assuming of course, that I do find a man at some point.
Murph, eminent as your qualifications are, may I mention that I was an innocent little girl at the time of the dream, ignorant even of the human male anatomy.
Wendz, the odd thing to me is that I accepted it as real for all those years. I must have seen, at one time, a picture of a coral snake.
Just be sure not to drop dead whilst bonking. It is the worst faux pas in the dating book.
Did you ever watch that film...Private Benjamin... with Goldie Hawn?
Yes, I see where your mind has headed. Wedding night too, as I remember.
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