Little Brown Dog (writer of one of the best blogs in the world) has tagged me to identify seven words which describe me. Mmm. Tricky. I thought of ringing my daughter and asking her advice as described by Fennie (another writer of great blogs) but that seemed a bit too copy cat. So here goes:
I like company. I like talk and laughter and people round the table with a glass of wine. I can talk to anyone about pretty much anything and love meeting new people and going to new places. I love jokes and funny stories and have had to train myself not to be the last to leave. I always assume that everyone I meet is a potential friend. However in order to be sociable I have to have large tracts of time when I am
I like being by myself and sometimes if I have had uninterrupted company for too long I find myself needing to run away and hide in a cupboard. I am quite happy to have days in a row where I don't see anyone and talk to no-one but the cats and the chickens. Too much company makes me harrassed and irritable. Too little makes me shut down and become grumpy and grunty.
I tend to think the best of everyone until they do something to make me think otherwise. I think things will turn out fine even when they seem to be a mess. I can usually find something to be cheerful about when things are going wrong. I must be a right pain to live with, always skipping about looking for the silver lining.
I have a wildly overactive imagination and can think myself into a disaster scenario at the drop of a hat. If Ian is half an hour late home when he is riding his motorbike I have respected his wishes for a non-religious funeral, tried my hand at running a bed and breakfast and moved to Devon to be nearer my ageing parents by the time he comes in through the door. So vivid has this been that while delighted to see him again sometimes I am almost surprised.
I like analysis. I like thinking my way through things and I can see a flaw in someone's argument at thirty paces, even, sadly, my own. I hate sentimentality and resent it when someone tries to manipulate my emotions. I am likely to be the person who doesn't cry at a sad film and who sits on the sidelines during any national outpouring of feeling being sceptical.
I had the best teacher as my mother is one of the kindest people I know. There is nothing more important than treating others with the kindness you would hope to meet. I think I am kind. I know I place kindness above other things which I greatly value such as intelligence.
I will do anything for you and happily put your interests before my own if I like you and want you to be happy. However I absolutely hate to be told what to do or what to think and if you try to make me do something I won't play.
I think so many people have been tagged to do this now that I won't pass this on to another seven people but if you haven't done it and would like to please consider yourself tagged. I would love to see the response from laurie at three dog blog, karen at an artist's garden and paula at locks park farm but only if you fancy doing it.