1. I cannot roll my ‘r’s. I’ve tried and tried but to no avail, and it has greatly reduced the number of foreign languages I feel competent to learn.
2. I cannot bear the thought of oysters, I don’t fancy caviare and I can’t drink champagne. I don’t have a taste for rich food, nor do I particularly like very creamy dishes. Let’s face it; I’m a cheap date.
3. I adore my girlfriends. I have a small number of very close female friends who I would be completely lost without. I so love talking to women; you can tell them anything without disconcerting them, and you can even revisit a topic several times without their surreptitiously checking a watch or sliding a newspaper nearer.
4. I’d love to run a business. A small bookshop is probably the likeliest venture, if it ever happened. But if I came into money I’d love to do something philanthropic, like managing a set of studio spaces where artists could come to work. I’m right behind Virginia Woolf in thinking that a room of one’s own is essential to creativity.
5. My husband and I have recently begun to learn the tango. Figuring out a man’s decisions from almost imperceptible movements of his chest is something all wives have a lot of practice in. Dancing backwards whilst wearing heels, now that’s difficult.
6. When I was a child I coveted a Porsche car, and it was a moment of surprising maturity for me when, several years ago, I realised that although I probably had the means to buy one, I never would. It turns out I’m not at all motivated by material things; I don’t want a big house or a flash car or designer labels. But whenever I’ve thought I was doing a bad job at something, I’ve been terribly upset.
7. If a co-worker enters the building bad-tempered and terse, I assume it’s my fault. If a friend falls out of touch, I feel sure I must have offended them in some way. It’s a bad habit but I find it hard to relinquish the vigilance.
8. For years as a small child I was sick every Christmas Eve with excitement and would end up in tears at some point on Boxing Day at the prospect of another 364 days to wait. Yup, I was a Christmas nightmare.
I’m not at all sure who hasn’t done this now, as far as tagging goes. If I notice anyone hasn’t, I’ll tag them in their comments!