Sorry, I know I said I wouldn't, I just have nothing particular to say and I'm in a fallow period writing-wise.
What were you doing ten years ago?
My 1998 diary does not list anything specific for 25 November 1998, but on that week's spread I see notes re: birthdays of people who I can no longer identify, an email address for someone I can't remember but who appears to be Italian, a memo of band rehearsal, a meeting with 'Alice' - presumably not my niece Alice, but who? A meeting with Gary - presumably not Gary Barlow, but who? A few phone numbers... the note 'Ethics due', and I suppose they were, and also note that I was doing driving practice with my father.
What are 5 things on your to-do list today?
I did them. Put in notice re: a field trip I'm doing in a few weeks. A couple of emails I had to send and a meeting that needed to be set up. And so on. Nothing special.
What snacks do you enjoy?
I am quite into buja mix.
Things that you would do if you were a billionaire?
What would I have to live for? OK. Well I'd do research into how to make everyone a vegetarian and stop smoking, and the people who objected to my fascist preferences I would have killed by stuffing money in their mouths till they can't breathe.
Three of your bad habits?
Laziness crossed with obsessive work ethic
When I get told to lie on my bed I go scabbing for food in the kitchen... oh wait, that's Millie
Five places you have lived?
Five jobs you’ve had?
How did you name your blog?
It's my mother's name, I never knew her.