A Party You Can Attend In Your Snugly Pyjamas

pjs.jpgAfter a long day of working, and then panicking because I realized the supermarket was closing early, and I had no food in my cupboards after being away for a week with my family, I am ready to relax and rest up.

My plans for the next few hours are to finish my ironing, have a shower and put on some cosy pyjamas and then put earplugs in my ears so that I can block out the noise of fireworks and have an early night’s sleep. I have big plans for tomorrow so I need my sleep tonight.

You may be one of the many who are heading out to a party tonight, or maybe you are opting for a more peaceful and sedate way of saying Sayonara  Monday 2018, Bienvenue Tuesday 2019.

However, I am a party girl and so I could not resist dropping by this party! Did you know you are invited too? Head on over and say hello and remember to include a link to your blog or a favourite post. Don’t be shy. It is a wonderful way to meet new bloggers (and so far it’s been like visiting a party with complete strangers – a bunch of bloggers who I have never come across before are being super friendly).


If you are opting for a cosy evening and a great sleep before you face January 2019 – why not say hello at this blogging party?

Even more fun than a Minion’s party! Well…maybe I am exaggerating. What could be more fun than a Minion’s party?

Letting Go Is Hard


Everyone seems to be saying their goodbyes to 2018 and declaring their ambitions and aspirations for the year ahead. I am not.

I said one of the biggest goodbyes of my life on Tuesday 11th December 2018. I have not yet contemplated any big plans for my future except to press on in my goal of returning to my home and career as an international volunteer.

In Adelaide, Australia…I believe it is about midnight now. I wonder what Goldfinch is doing and who he is with. So long as he is happy. That’s all I want for him – this year, next year – every day of every year of forever.

I shall look back on 2018 as a very beautiful year made very special by a gorgeous Goldfinch who flew into my life and flew out again. No matter what happens in the future, I will always have a part of me clinging to the myriad of exquisite memories I have.

Nut-orious Questions From A Questionable Nut

In recent weeks, there are many posts that I have started but not been able to complete. They are lingering in my drafts folder. One of them is a list of slightly nutty questions from one of my favourite nutty bloggers, Rory, the creator of A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip!


Here is my attempt at answering both nutty and nice questions from Rory:

Are you a Night Ninja or a Day Pirate?

I guess I am a Day Pirate on the whole.

Everything has changed since I received head injuries. I really need to be asleep at night. Three nights a week I have a very late night because of projects I am involved in. I am back at the little nest after midnight at the earliest.

It’s not good for me. It makes me suffer I have to admit.

What was the programme on TV that you watched as a youngster that would have you dancing around like a lunatic when it aired?

Dancing around as a lunatic…oooh. Let me think about that. I loved the outdoors, but I know I had a favourite TV show as a kid. I would keep asking my mum what the time was while I was playing outside because I wanted to make sure I was inside for the start of my favourite show. We did get up and sing and dance to the theme tune. In fact for years and years after we would sing the theme tune at the top of our voices in back of the car. I still know the words to the theme tune off by heart.

We loved it! Absolutely loved it. It was epic. It still makes Central and South America incredibly exciting to me. I wonder how many other bloggers will recognize it?

Do you believe that insects come back as ghosts to haunt the houses that caused their demise?

Er… No!

I like insects by the way – a lot. Fascinated by them actually. Not as much as a great friend of mine, Bev, who is literally an expert in everything creep-crawly.

What are  three things you like about being an adult?

Do you mean besides “the obvious”?  😉

  • Being allowed to choose what to have for my own dinner – although to be fair once I was ten years old I started cooking dinner for me and my sisters (Mum had started work when Milly, the youngest started school).
  • Being able to book a holiday and travel to wherever I want.
  • I also loved driving (although I have not driven since my head injuries)

What were three things that you liked when you were a kid?

  • A big gang of us going out to play together, climbing trees and having races and playing hide and seek in the woods.
  • Being allowed to wear shorts all the time without anyone assuming I just want to show off my legs to men.
  • People buying me sweets so often.

So are you a messy so and so, or a tidy freak?

I can cope with a certain matter of clutter. I keep things very clean though and once a week I have a really good tidy and put everything back where it should be. Then I can cope with things being out of place until the following week when I do the big tidy up again.

I keep life simple. I don’t have that much stuff, so it is relatively easy to keep things clean. Clean as you go!

What is your favourite colour if you took blue out of it?

Why is blue not an option? I am guessing because so many of us would choose blue? Well, if I can’t choose blue, I suppose I would choose green…bluey green especially. Everything at that end of the rainbow.

I like a little pink, a little yellow, a little purple…but I am not so keen on orange, red, or terracotta.

You can name any number between 1 and 10, as long as it isn’t 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10, what is your favourite number and why does it make you who you are?

Oh…my first impulse was to say 6. The number 6 does not have any special significance though. It’s not exactly my favourite number. But you have only left us with 4, 6, 8 and 9.

  • I was six years old when I became a vegetarian.
  • I was six years old when I finally won my five metre certificate in swimming. I was so thrilled to finally be able to swim on my own, nothing could stop me after that point. A year later I had swam an entire mile.
  • I have six siblings.
  • I like the sixth month of the year – June – except that was when I was attacked – so that is a bad connotation.

I can’t think of anything else to say about the number six Rory. Except it is one of the only words that you could change the vowel for another and it would make another word…sax (saxophone), sex, six, sox (like the Red Sox) and sux or sucks. Hmm…moving on….

Do you like the feel of silk on your body?

I don’t mind it. I have a silk knit twinset. It is so pretty. It has a gorgeous scent to it. More so than the feel of it, I like the scent especially after you clean silk with special silk cleaning products.

I think I prefer silk to satin. But silk does require a lot of care. I don’t usually choose silk items. But I have had pretty silk blouses…and a very pretty silk dress which I am scared to wear in case it is damaged.

What is the nuttiest present you have ever received?

Well…recently Kristian gave me a gift that frightened the wits out of me! I should stop mentioning that though. I have already gifted him with a tea display box and a luxury tea treat to recompense for my ingratitude.

There are two gifts that came into my mind, but both of the givers know about this blogsite, so I am reluctant to mention them as I don’t want to hurt the givers! I was quite taken aback by the bizarre gifts they gave me. I didn’t keep them.

I guess that literally the nuttiest gift I ever received several times from both my sister and friends after their trips to the Middle East is jars or bags of pistachio nuts.

What is the nuttiest present you have ever given?

I have given a lot of pecan, hazelnut, macadamia, almond bakes to friends!

Not so literally nutty, but perhaps a bit of an odd gift was to a guy who I met when I was 17. I had a brief romance with him years later and then some time after that he moved to the town I was living in, and then after a few months of following me round like a lost puppy, asked me to marry him. Now when I first met him, he used to have panic attacks and had some other difficulties with interacting socially. I believe he had ADHD, but I am not sure. He was diagnosed with something, and was prescribed some kind of medication to try to help him with his concentration. He was phwwwwoarrrh kind of gorgeous. He was always tanned because he loved the outdoors. He knew everything about nature, birds, animals, trees, plants, rock formations. He only had one of his nuts, if you catch my meaning. He was always losing things – his wallet, his keys, his bosses keys for work, he lost a brand new camera on a train – never got it back of course.

When I first knew him he was a bit shy and awkward around girls. We teased him ruthlessly. He admitted he had never kissed anyone. I would have been more than happy to help him out in that regard, but instead I travelled all the way to Blackpool on a Saturday afternoon to buy him a “Kiss Me Quick” hat. (I also had a very close friendship which brewed into a courtship with my teenage sweetheart James, so kissing other boys was not on the cards.)

I said “no” by the way, in case you were wondering – but I will save that story for another post. It is not a sensational story, just a moment of madness from him, and a sensible decision from me. I am sure he is in agreement that I gave him the right answer. I have been there for him many a time before and after he popped the question, I will always be someone he can call on when he needs a shoulder to cry on, but marriage would have been a nightmare. Without being cruel to him…he and I would have clashed on too many subjects. But before we came to that point of no going back, we had some nice times together 😉

A New Dawn, A New Day, A New Life

I have been trying to guess what the theme would be for Helen Vahdati’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY. However, all my guesses were wrong!

The theme is: NEW as you can see from Helen’s post below:


Ten songs about New York popped into my head, but I wanted to go down a different route. New as in fresh, exciting, starting over, new dawn, news day, new life.

Whatever your plans for the new year, I hope you enjoy this anthem to new beginnings!

Birds flyin’ high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me
Yeah, it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, ooooooooh
And I’m feelin’ good

Fish in the sea, you know how I feel
River runnin’ free, you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me
And I’m feelin’ good

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don’t you know
Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done: that’s what I mean
And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me

Stars when you shine, you know how I feel
Scent of the pine, you know how I feel
Oh, freedom is mine, and I know how I feel
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me

And I’m feelin’… good


SONGWRITERS: Anthony Newley and Leslie Bruicusse

Is Once A Week Enough To Satisfy Him And Me?

How often is too often? Is once a week enough? It’s nowhere near enough for me. But I am worried that even just once a week might be too much for him. I don’t want him to feel I am demanding! But I could easily be at it every evening as soon as I came home from work, if only he would not become weary of me. What do you think?

World, Satellite, Love, Heart, Continent

How many e-mails can I really send to Goldfinch without becoming annoying? Because I really really don’t him to find me annoying!

I would more than happily send him a long e-mail every day or several shorter ones. But I don’t think he wants that. I think it would quickly become a chore to him to read my messages.

I already know he is going to be an abysmal penpal – I made him promise that at least once every six months he will send me a line to let me know he is alive! But in truth, I am longing to hear from him more often. Longing! Longing to hear a little about his time with his parents and siblings during the holidays, his move back into his house – which he will have to share with some of his tenants – and his new job.

I also want to know about how he his spending his Australian summer. Is he out walking along the Sturt Gorge? Is he taking photographs? Will he send me some pictures so I can picture him?

Is he visiting all the places near home that he loves? Is he glad to be back with the familiar? Is he glad to be back with Australian shops and flavours? Does he miss England at all? Well, not the weather of course. Does he love not having to put on lots of layers of clothing?

Is he soaking up the sunshine? Does he go down to the beach? If he does, who does he go with? Is he wearing his thongs – which is what he calls flip-flops – that always made me giggle. He packed his thongs in his hand luggage don’t you know!

Did his extra suitcase that he had to send via freight arrive safely? Is he meeting up with other gamers (board games not gambling)? Is he spending lots of time with his son? Did ever I mention Goldfinch has a son? It is his son’s birthday soon. Is he catching up with friends?

Is he meeting pretty women and inviting them out for a drink? Has he heard from other friends in England as often or more often as he is hearing from me? Does he have a car yet? Did he buy crystal for his sister as a Christmas gift? Did she give him cheese?

Does he have any idea how much I miss him? Is there an address where I can post a hand-written letter or send him a gift?

I have been asked out by a Doctor I used to work with. I told him it was much too soon. How does Goldfinch feel? When will it feel like the right time? Sooner for him than for me I am sure.

I have also been asked by my ex if I will meet him for lunch after the holidays (a short and sweet relationship that did not work because he lives for money and all it buys and I don’t…he only liked me for physical reasons and I was not happy, he made me very uncomfortable actually). I think I might go for lunch with him, because I know nothing is going to stir up any feelings for him within me. He is the polar opposite of the kind of man who makes me feel nice inside. But he has always been fairly good with practical advice. He has a very sharp mind.

When I was in North Wales, I was chatting to a lovely bloke who sadly lost his wife to illness around four years ago. I have not seen him for around six years. But we chatted together for a couple of hours and he asked for my number. I want to talk to Goldfinch and ask his advice on everything.

But I don’t want to be a burden to him – ever. That’s one of the reasons why I didn’t beg him to stay. Because I would have become a burden to him with my head injuries.

I love him don’t you know! Does he really have any idea how much I love him? I don’t feel once enough is ever going to be enough to satisfy me. But I am worried, I don’t want it to be too often for him.

Whatever You Do, Don’t Say Peppa

I made a mistake on Monday evening. A big mistake! I asked my brother-in-law if he would pass me the salt and pepper. Somebody’s ears picked up on the word “pepper”. My sister and her husband groaned!

Bedtime that night was quite a battle. For I had inadvertently reminded my twenty month old niece of her favourite cartoon – Peppa Pig! She did not want a bath. She did not want a clean nappy. She did not want her pyjamas. She did not want to go to sleep.

Again and again and again and again and again she said: “Peppa”. It was a very late night! We tried so hard to distract her.  Poor baby! It was almost midnight by the time she finally closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

It was not my goal to upset the bedtime routine and make my niece distraught! It meant that we had to watch a lot of Peppa Pig on Tuesday before we went to meet the family. We watched more on Wednesday before heading out. We even watched more of Peppa Pig on Thursday before we drove up to Cheshire.

I need to remember not to say Peppa or pepper again in front of my niece. Well, at least until she has a new favourite!

For now – all that matters is Peppa!

I had such a wonderful time in Wales though. The internet signal is abysmal in that part of Snowdonia! I took some photos and will share some more of my wonderful family with you and our antics over the past few days. The adventure is not over quite yet. Much more love, laughter and living ahead!

So sorry if I have missed some posts. I tried to catch up each evening. The internet in Cheshire is so much better. Less mountains on the Cheshire Plains. I kept trying to type comments and they would disappear. I am blaming the internet connection in North Wales!

Heading out for more fun, food and frolics this evening. Love and warmest greetings to all!





Misunderstanding And Misinterpreting

break upAfter five years of belonging to a man I adored, between the ages of nineteen and twenty-four – we had peacefully decided to bring the romance part of our friendship to an end – we both had good reasons and felt right about the decision. We have remained friends ever since. I will tell you about my teenage sweetheart sometime. His name was James, everyone called him Jamie as a child. He struggled to say that and told everyone his name was Jammy. So that’s the name that stuck. My teenage sweetheart was called Jammy.

What a rare bonus to be able to look back and have no regrets. Years after our decision to cool our friendship down we found we were living just ten minutes away from each other and saw each frequently. Overall, I just have very very fond memories of those five years but it’s better us being just friends. It was the right decision, painful at the time, but oh so right.  Even today, I love him like a brother, I can’t think of him in a romantic way.

He was the man that I should never have got together with, but when two teenagers are like best friends, well…I don’t believe in platonic friendships.  Hormones distort everything.  Of course we were going to find our familiarity after a couple of years of close friendship and constant communication turned to attraction.  In a way I am glad he was the one who I was besotted with during the bloom of my youth.  He was safe, smart, lovely and wholesome.  But something changed his personality and emotionally we became like chalk and cheese.  I don’t mean that to sound critical.  But there were differences that meant we could not continue our romantic relationship.  That is an entirely different story…perhaps I will write that novel one day…all about my first love and what a friend he has been to me throughout my life.

Anyway, this story is nothing about that. I mentioned it only because the situation below occurred shortly after the “let’s cool it” decision we made. For five years I had an easyI Belong To Him card to play in my interactions with men. I belonged to another man. What a protection. I have realized that already being in a relationship makes life immensely more simple when you are interacting with other grown men. It means it’s easier to engage is other human interaction whether it be professional or social or any other area of life.

There are of course some men who don’t find that significant and think it is alright to flirt and whatever else with a woman already spoken for. I won’t express my opinion on other people’s choices. But to make it clear where I stood I learnt that if a man was not listening and getting the point, I would just keep talking about how wonderful my man was and eventually a persistent male would tire out and back off.

Now back in the realms of being single and legitimately “available” I would have to switch my senses back on again. But in this particular case it turned out that my sensors or senses did not work well and I probably embarrassed myself yet again.

at workWithin the company I had been employed by for some time, I had remained within the same role. I was aware that after such a long stint in the same role I had become very proficient at my work. I didn’t need anyone to tell me. I knew the job inside and out. I was writing the manual on my job because nobody else seemed to understand the role like I did. I knew I was consistently performing well and achieving time after time. All that job was to me was a means to earn “my bread and butter” but it was nice to be in a job that was such a walk in the park. It almost frightened me that someone else might notice how incredibly comfortable I had become in my role. (That’s when others try to make crazy decisions for you like transferring you, giving you more responsibility etc which I would always like to avoid…being  great believer that stress tends to bring on premature ageing.)

goreous business manSo…there was a man in the office. He was senior in age and responsibility to me. He was a handsome man, sparkly teeth, always smart, eloquent if not charming and in receipt of a generous salary (and apparently fairly well-off it was reported). I had learnt not to be over-awed by things that are not that substantial. So I was not nervous in his presence. I appreciated though that he was well-mannered and gallant – with everyone.

Anyway, I am going to try to trim down this account because it developed over time and details about the little conversations we had and the occasions he bought me a coffee are irrelevant. What is relevant is that my sensors/senses completely misguided me. After some months, he asked if I might have an evening free when I could make myself available to discuss some matters over dinner.

The way he asked me was very open and clear and respectful. But inside my head – well let’s just say my feelings and hopes were very pleased and excited about this invitation. Now that just grew when the details of where and when we would be dining landed in my inbox. At that stage I didn’t realize that a swish restaurant may be more of an indicator that a man has a very comfortable bank balance (or even that there is a possibility that the company are paying for this dinner) than any sign that he is particularly impressed by you and is wanting to show you a distinction. Not realizing this, my emotions became even more excited.

navy dressSo excited was I, that I picked out my most flattering midnight blue dress, my sleekest jewellery, battled with my hair until it looked as sensational as I knew how (which in reality is not that special), doused myself with my most expensive perfume.  When he saw me his words were along the lines of “may I say – you do scrub up well” which because I was so excited, I was very pleased with and flattered by.

On the way into the restaurant I passed a friend who was just leaving. She said hello to him and then turned to me for a brief chat, during which, she happened to mention she was a friend of his wife and that their children went to the same school. Why don’t all married men wear wedding rings?  Why had nobody ever mentioned him being married or having children?  Had I ever asked anyone else if he was married???

OK…so now I was uncomfortable, really uncomfortable! While we were sitting at the table my eyes were seeing the menu I was buried in but my brain was not registering the words. My feelings were disturbed. The result was that during that meal I embarrassed myself before I had heard a word about the subjects he had hoped to discuss. Very early on I proceeded to include within our conversation that I would not consider becoming involved with a married man. I was actually very restrained and managed to infer this in a relatively gracious manner which is my only saving grace.

Now that man, that kind man, as soon as he became aware that I had jumped to some very incorrect conclusions dealt with the situation very kindly. He commended me for my views and said it is a shame that loyalty etc were becoming so rare. He quickly moved onto to business which was of course the only reason we were there in the view of dozens of other fellow diners.

It turned out that I had been noticed because I was soappraisals comfortable in my current role. I had already received positive feedback time and time again whilst at work and very direct comments during my appraisals indicating the training opportunities and roles I was being encouraged to apply for.

No, the issue that had been discussed amongst him and some other senior members of staff that I was becoming rather stubborn and difficult with regards to career development although I had no other obvious commitments and responsibilities outside of my working life.

constructionI think that my lack of enthusiasm in appraisals about promotions or broadening my uses to the company had made me appear rather disrespectful.  (He and other senior personnel did not seem aware of other projects outside of work I was involved in.)  I don’t think they could understand that my heart was in the work I was doing as a volunteer.  Working for money was just a necessary evil.  I just wanted a part time job – I would fulfil all the requirements of that job exactly, but I did not want to let that job encroach on my life. He was there to sweet talk me…the company wanted hard-working, committed individuals to step up etc etc…I won’t bore you.

I know that I can be an asset to any employer.  I am there to work, not mess about.  But my life is outside of work.  Whilst at work, I am not reachable by those who are central to my life. My mobile phone stays in the handbag until my lunch break.  At work, I work, and I work diligently and industriously.  I am organised, perhaps hyper-organised, I have a quick mind and have no difficulties whatsoever with communicating in various forms. vowI know this. It doesn’t necessarily mean I am going to remain at the same company. I don’t view my contract with my employer in the same as way as I would view a marriage vow.  I have a very healthy appreciation of the importance of striking the right work / life balance….I am not a farm animal….work is work and life is well, life outside of work is frankly quite wonderful.  Only if you don’t have a great life can I see any reason why you would want to bury your soul in work.

Within a few years, I had completely jumped ship anyway and was self-employed. Freedom! A decision that was not influenced by the embarrassment I had caused myself on that occasion.

Lessons learnt: most men are not only after one thing (although some of them might be). And it is better not to presume there is a romantic motivation from a man who is kind to you until he makes it very very clear.  And the majority of men I have dealt with know how to make it clear if they are feeling any kind of romantic leaning to you. I needed to keep an eye on myself. I had totally misinterpreted his conduct I had let my feelings race way ahead of me and jumped to conclusions. I must hold myself back and learn to keep a cool head…if i don’t want to make an utter fool of myself and embarrass someone else.

It’s Oh So Quiet

As far as I see it, I am being paid at a pretty good hourly rate to drink tea and keep myself from falling asleep today.

I had to work on Sunday and I have to work today before I catch the train to Wales. Normally Sundays are very busy. Normally Monday mornings are very busy. My colleagues who normally work those shifts have already flown overseas for the holidays. I am here and drinking one cup of tea after another and eating carrot sticks (yes – still have carrot sticks to finish off before I go away).

Well…I am not complaining. It is so nice to have some peace after a hectic week. The next few days will be noisy and fun with my family.

I will be in Snowdonia in a few hours time – yippee!! The only place I would rather be is Adelaide with gorgeous Goldfinch. But truth be told, I would rather he were with me and meeting my wonderful wonderful family.

As Long As The Seasons Need To Follow Their Plan

IMG_1345How long will I love you? How long will I love Goldfinch? Aaaah sigh! The answer my friend is best answered with the delicious melodic tones in Kristina Train’s voice.

Helen Vahdati, the creator of This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time has chosen the theme SEASON for this week’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY.

Take a look at her original post below and please do feel free to create a post of your own and join in:


“How Long Will I Love You?”

How long will I love you?
As long as there are stars above you
And longer if I can

How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan

How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand

How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far

How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you
As long as you are

How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say

How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I may

Written by Mike Scott
Originally performed by The Waterboys

Travelling With Teresa

I really liked the look of Teresa’s questions for today, so I have thrown a post together quickly with my answers. I have to sleep now – another long day of work tomorrow and I need to pack my little suitcase before I travel to Wales.

Here is the original post with Teresa’s questions for today:


Where is one place you love to go walking?

Oooooh, lots of places, so hard to choose one…here is a favourite I don’t think I have mentioned before.

Eskdale in the Lake District – I would head to Wastwater and climb Skafell Pike or Great Gable.

I love Eskdale…many camping trips and a lot of fell-walking with friends and family for many years.

Would you rather walk around: Disneyland, a city park, an art museum, or a natural landscape?

Probably I would say a natural landscape.

I am not sure why I even used the word “probably”! I would prefer to walk around a natural landscape over any of the other options, without a doubt.

I have never been to Disney land. There are some very nice parks here in London, St James Park is pretty, Hyde Park, Primrose Hill, Regents Park, Richmond Park, Hampstead Heath. I could walk round an art museum so long as it was not modern or abstract art, but if there were landscape paintings, I would enjoy it.

What is one thing you like to do that is within an hour’s drive of you?

Within one hour’s drive…

I like to visit Virginia Water to see the Punch bowl explode with colourful flowers.

The time to catch it is late spring.

You are taking off for a driving day trip…where do you go and what do you do?

Goldfinch has picked me up from Coventry Railway Station and driven me to various locations – usually National Trust Estates. Wonderful romantic days, walking hand in hand. We have either had a picnic in the summer or sought warmth inside and had some warmer food in a restaurant.

What songs are on your driving playlist?

I have never had my own car, so it is never my driving playlist. Most of my friends have fairly good music taste. Normally something like an acoustic album with various artists. Something easy going.

You have a plane ticket for anywhere in the world…where do you go?

Adelaide, Australia of course!

Did somebody just ask why?

Your flight is 22 hours…how do you pass the time?

I might check out the movie options to see if there is anything I would enjoy. There might be one.

The rest of the time I would probably be reading and writing. I often find myself chatting to fellow passengers. I can chat to almost anyone.

I am sure I would spend a while staring out of the window daydreaming as well.

If you could pick anyone to be your seat partner (in a car or on a plane), who would it be?

IMG_20180722_123051 (2)I apologise if my answers are becoming rather predictable, but surely it is fairly obvious who I would like to be sitting next to.

None other than the Goldfinch!

It breaks my heart to think I might never be sitting next to him again.

Where would you like to take a cruise to?

Anywhere I could go to see whales.

It is a dream of mine to build a boat and to study and research whales.

Apparently, one of the best places to see whales is the coast of Australia. So I could hop over there, build a boat along with Goldfinch and then we could set sail to see the whales.

You’re stranded in a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean…will you survive?

I am not going to put any money on it!

It depends how long I was out there doesn’t it. Does anyone know that the ship (I am presuming I was originally on a ship) has sunk and have they started a search party? Are there any food supplies in the boat?

You are picked to go to the ISS for a year. Do you accept?

I think the International Space Station must have happened sometime during the ten years I did not have a television and I was busy travelling in connection with various volunteer projects. I only heard of it around a year ago.

What have I done wrong for them to want to stick me up on there far away from everyone I love and the planet I love? I would never choose to go there.

Is it annoying that so much money is spent on outer space rather than helping people who are malnourished and struggling just to feed their families each day and provide clean water? Hmm. I better not get all hoity-toity with my opinions

You would rather: stay home, travel with the Doctor, go home with ET, or get Lost in Space?

Staying home sounds rather appealing. Well, not stuck indoors all day, But home as in, my home planet Earth, I would love to explore every inch of it!

I am not keen on Doctors (with the exception of our lovely Dr Tanya of course!) We have too many in the family (some who are rather arrogant, others more down to earth) and I have had to spend way too much time with Doctors these past three and a half years.

I can’t comment on the other two options because I don’t know what they would involve, except that I would prefer not to go into outer space which seems barren of life, when my home planet is teaming with colourful and fantastic life in millions of forms.

Lost in Space vs. Star Trek…who travelled the stars better?

I don’t think I have ever seen “Lost In Space”.

Years ago, when I was a teenager, I had a couple of friends who really liked Star Trek and I remember watching some episode at their home. They were very big fans. I just had a crush on Joel who was a vegetarian and a big Star Trek fan.

However, something rather disturbing put me off Joel…but that is another story.