I’ve been tagged by chiefbiscuit so have to write down eight random facts about myself. After that I will tag eight more people who will have to do the same.
First of all here are the rules.
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts. 2. Each participant posts eight random facts about themselves. 3. Tagees should write a blogpost of eight random facts about themselves. 4. At the end of the post, eight more bloggers are tagged (named and shamed). 5. Go to their blog, leave a comment telling them they’re tagged (cut and run).
I was born in a village called Timperley in the north of England in on a beautiful June day (so I’m told although I don’t actually remember). I was delivered at home by a midwife who came on her bicycle. I’m also told that I was a beautiful baby but the photographs tell a different story. I was fat with a shock of black hair.
My only brother was also born at home, nine years later in London. He was delivered by my maternal grandmother and I remember crying into the net curtains in the kitchen because I wanted a sister or maybe it was because everyone was too busy to remember my existence. My dad was busy pulling pints in the pub downstairs which my parents managed.
When I went to school I asked my mother why she hadn’t called me ‘Marian’ to which she replied that it wasn’t a name she’d even thought of. She thought she had given me an unusual name but there were three of us in my class at school.
I hate being short especially now that I’m getting older and fatter. I seem to have been trying to lose weight for the last twenty years. Yesterday, I bought new digital scales so maybe. The trouble is that I do like eating.
I thought that none of my children were ever going to get married. I also thought that this was possibly my fault as I wasn’t very good at it myself. My mother says I’m no good at choosing or rather she said that before she started to suffer from dementia. It came as a big surprise when my eldest son not only got married but presented me with a grandson. My daughter-in-law is Taiwanese and my son describes her as completely bonkers.
I’ve nearly always had a cat. After a long line of females, I now have Jack who is eight. My youngest son brought him home saying that he was to keep my company when he left home to go to University. He’s now got a cat of his own named Herman. I don’t do very well with dogs. I once had a lovely border collie puppy called Kip who got out one day and was last seen licking the bride’s face at a wedding. Our last dog called Sadie was knocked down by a car.
I regard myself as a Townie but I’ve lived in the country for the last thirty-one years. I know how long it is because we moved to the new Forest when my daughter, who is thirty-one, was four months old.
I’ve always wanted to write but have decided that I don’t have the stamina to keep trying to be published so I’ve settled for blogging.
I’ll tag jan, red and i beatrice then I’ll have to look around some people who have ben here and haven’t been tagged.