“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.”
~ Elbert Hubbard
I think that one of the most important things about being friends is being able to know each other well, to be able to keep secrets together, and to understand not only who we are now, but a little about where we’ve come from.
So, in the spirit of friendship, here are ten things you might not know about me:
- When I was little I sucked my thumb, and my constant companion was a pink fluffy bunny named Bunny. I loved Bunny and hugged him so much that bit by bit all of his pink hair rubbed off, and then each ear came off and Mum had to sew a patch onto the top of his head. I still have him. He’s wrapped in tissue paper and he lives in a fancy silver shoe box. I still take him out sometimes and give him a little cuddle and make sure he is okay.
- At university I won an academic prize for my thesis. It was actually a pretty big deal. The prize was sponsored by a company who donated money to be used towards a research grant. The company’s only request was that the prize was named after them. During our graduation ceremony the prize was announced like this; ‘Nicole Cody has won the Spotless Catering Award for…’ No-one heard the rest, because they were all howling with laughter. Someone made me a crown with ‘Spotless Catering Queen’ written on in to wear at the formal dinner that night. I have never lived it down. And yes, I did wear that crown!
- I can’t ride a bicycle and I have atrocious balance. I also can’t do handstands or cartwheels, and never could, although I did try!
- I read every fiction book in the library at both primary and secondary school. I then had to wait each month for any new acquisitions, and sometimes had to resort to reading non-fiction. I also read the dictionary and bible cover to cover during primary school, because I wanted to broaden my education. Neither of them rate in my top ten books.
- I am scared of big cockroaches and have been known to avoid going into a room if one is lurking and Ben is not there to despatch it. This fear is because one flew into my hair when I was a child and its legs got stuck in my curls. When I tried to pull it out it bit me on the head. Harry Dog is a very good cockroach hunter though, and has saved me on many an occasion. I have also had a small lizard climb into my tangle of hair when I was at school, and then it got lost in there for hours. I could feel it climbing around, but could not catch it. It later fell out on my biology book during class.
Reading back over this I am wondering whether such disclosure was a good idea. But hey, we’re friends, so I’m sure it’s okay.
My holiday is going wonderfully well, but the internet connection is terrible, so you’ll have to wait for a more detailed post with travel photos. Sorry!
Hugs and love,