Feeble Sunshine

Sahdandproud, Random Pearls of Wisdom and The Voice of Sarah Miles have bestowed upon me the February Sunshine Award. I don't like sunshine in February; I like snow, and I have to say that as memes go this one is pretty daft. But it's impolite to ignore a kindly tag, especially from a man like Sahdandproud who can craft Margaret Beckett out of a potato. Before I can claim the honour, I have to answer the following probing questions. Hopefully the revelations therein will bring sunshine into your chill, dank February.

Favourite colour: Depends, doesn't it. In a herbaceous border, blue, obviously. In my wardrobe, green. Or sludge.

Favourite animal: Cat. Or it was until my tabby weed on the guest room duvet. Seal then. My collection of fluffy toy seals won me my place at university.

Favourite non-alcoholic drink: Er, water.

Facebook or Twitter: Twitter. Gossip in 140 characters is a still-evolving art form.

Favourite number: 54. That's the age at which, by means as yet unidentified, I mean to become rich and leisured.

Favourite day of the week: Monday. It's the Vicar's day off and the day on which we make ourselves queasy with a pub ploughmans and the Daily Mail.

Getting or giving presents: You have to say giving, don't you, to boost your blog stats - but it's my birthday next week....

Favourite pattern - For Heaven's sake, who devised this meme? Bare branches sketched against a night sky.

Favourite flower: deadly monkshood. Because it's blue (see above).

Now I have to pass this ordeal onto a handful of others who irradiate the blogosphere. So, get soul-searching:

http://millsandboonwannabe.blogspot.com/
http://www.victoriawallop.wordpress.com
http://kateonthinice.wordpress.com/
http://mothersalwaysright.wordpress.com/

Can I go now?

Comments

  1. Random Pearls Of Wisdom11 February 2012 at 18:36

    Our blooming cat also peed on a duvet lol

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  2. @SAHDandproud11 February 2012 at 18:54

    Thanks for doing this. Sorry it was such an ordeal
    *Writes down 'NEVER ASK AM TO DO ANOTHER MEME'* In marker pen. On arm. ;-)
    Wuv woo.

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  3. A Little Light Work12 February 2012 at 17:00

    Am so far ahead of myself that I've done my Sunshine post even before replying to this, and thanking you for the tag...

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  4. Bibsey Mama12 February 2012 at 19:06

    Your birthday isn't on valentine's day is it? Just asking. LOVE new look of blog.

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  5. Him Up North12 February 2012 at 21:19

    Whoa, you've had a makeover! Loving it.

    I was touting for meme victims this afternoon. You missed it. Doh.

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  6. MaidInYorkshire12 February 2012 at 22:31

    Nice makeover!

    I was going to be rich and leisured by 30. Hmm.

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