by Sooz with the six weird things meme.
I seem to remember doing a meme like this before (I'm sure I've written about my bizarre but hugely useful internal compass before, and the eating of chips upside down [just bizarre, not the least useful]), but I'm too darn lazy to go look for it.
Anyway so six weirdo things, redux.
1. I can happily have several knitting projects on the go at once, but reading more than one book at a time stresses me immensely. I finished the Bill Bryson book this morning and am enormously relieved as I can now concentrate on The Book Thief and not feel compromised or strangely adulterous.
2. I like to cook sweet things but not savoury.
3. I have a rule regarding my blog wherein the only pictures are photographs I've taken. There are some bloggers I greatly admire who regularly include pictures of artworks from various galleries and museums, or products they've discovered and want to share. But it's not for me. (I don't download audio or visual clips either, but that's more to do with my technical ignorance than any kind of moral superiority thing).
4. I can wiggle my ears. My children find this very weird but distinctly funny.
5. I don't do blood. I cannot donate blood, have a blood test, or even talk about visceral matters without my knees starting to feel strange. My mother thinks this is not weird but pathetic and is something I should just overcome with positive thinking so I can go and donate blood like any responsible civic-minded citizen. But I just can't. When we were at the beach the other week with our friends, one of the children (NOT MINE PRAISE THE HEAVENS) hit his head on a rock while boogie boarding and ohmygodthebloodandgorepouringdownhisface was incredible. The wound turned out to be quite tiny but ohmygod do you know how much foreheads bleed, it was like a horror movie. Now I hasten to add that while the crisis was unfolding I was fine and I swung into action with the other adults, grabbing hankies and clean tissues and so on and herding the other children back onto dry land and stopping them gawking or making unhelpful comments to the poor boy regarding the amount of blood and so on, and generally being useful and grownup. But once the crisis was over I fell in a heap and sat on a rock with my head between my knees feeling really rather ridiculous, while the child himself giggled and talked about how it didn't really hurt at all (despite the fact that he looked like an axe murder victim) and the child's mother who is a nurse and midwife and so you know blood is an everyday occurrence and what's the big deal and for heaven's sakes why is Suse hunched on a rock looking pale and clammy how pathetic and god does this mean we now have two invalids we have to carry up the gazillion steps from beach to carpark oh great we've enough to carry what with six boogie boards and an esky and beach bags and towels and six children including one who is bleeding profusely ...
Okay, maybe not weird, more pathetic.
Just typing all that has made me feel woozy. I think I need a lie down.
6. Before I go, number six: I like to knit weird little things like these.
PS. Have just seen the comet and am greatly impressed. Go outside and have a look!
PPS. I am supposed to tag six people which I don't feel up to (lying down, and all). So, I tag the first six people who a) comment and b) want to do it.