7 things about little old me

Thank you so much to the lovely ladies at Made with Love and Chez Sophie for the Beautiful Blogger Award.   I'd like to pass it onto every blog I follow because they are all truly beautiful and I can't possibly pick just a few.

So here we go, 7 things about me ...

ONE   I LOVE the rain.  I do.  I think it's romantic.  Maybe that and the fact that it always reminds me of home (Ireland). I don't mind getting wet but obviously I prefer to be indoors, curled up on the sofa, listening to it beating against the window pane. I also think movies like Dirty Dancing and The Notebook make it even more appealing.

TWO  I can't leave my house without a notebook in my bag for sketching or writing down ideas.

THREE  I'm writing a book.  In fact I'm writing two. 

FOUR  I can't abide it when I go for coffee with someone and they order a cappuccino as it inevitably leads to them stirring the said cappuccino and then drawing the spoon to their mouth and licking the full length of it right in front of me euggghhhhh it is just the most horrible thing ever.  I would rather watch somebody on the loo - seriously!  I think I have a little OCD in me. 

FIVE  I love music.  I have playlists for everything on my ipod - dinner, brunch, walking, romance, dancing, blogging (it's on here, just scroll down and press play). 

SIX  I have an appalling short term memory.  So much so that whilst I was in London I bought two copies of the same cd.  Seriously, it's that bad.  I also buy two copies of magazines sometimes, it's so annoying. 

SEVEN  I love travelling by train.  There's something incredibly romantic and exciting about it. I think Sophie Dahl summed it up beautifully in her programme last night as does this poem she read out ... 

AFTER THE LUNCH

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes

The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes

I wipe them away with a black woolly glove

And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love.


On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think

This is nothing. You’re high on the charm and the drink

But the juke-box inside me is playing a song

That says something different. And when was it wrong?


On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair

I am tempted to skip. You’re a fool. I don’t care

The head does its best but the heart is the boss –

I admit it before I am halfway across. 

  

                                                                              Wendy Cope

(poem was sourced from here)