The title really threw me as I became aware of the award at 5.30 am......nattily attired in an ancient tee shirt and an equally decrepit dressing gown.
In the style stakes, bag lady was beating Caroline Charles by a distance.....
I have a great deal for which to thank Ayak...not only does she write a great blog, ranging far and wide from her home in Turkey, but she has given me the confidence to take on the computer and, if I can't beat it into submission...three falls or a knockout to decide the contest....at least I now know that if I turn it off and on again there is a fair chance that it will see things my way.
It certainly beats my previous strategy of boiling my head and throwing heavy objects.
You'll see when you go to her blog that she encourages her readers to blog themselves...and she sets a fine example!
Thank you, Ayak!
I am...reading the small print....to reveal seven things about myself and to pass on the award to other bloggers.
So......to work.
Revelations conjures up notions of the exploits recorded by the hardy journalists of 'The News of the World' of my young day who were always most disappointingly making their excuses and leaving just as things hotted up...
Or Revelations as in the Biblical sense....which could outdo 'The News of the World' any day without any excuses being made whatsoever.
I can just imagine the NotW's journalists faced with the Whore of Babylon.... they'd get as far as the clothing, the jewels and the golden cup and then they would have made their excuses and left before getting to the abominations and filthiness of her fornication.
It is a great tribute to the insatiable curiosity of the British public that 'The News of the World' survived....its readers always hoping that ...just for once...its journalists would run out of excuses.
Mark you, the British public keeps on voting for political parties too....on the same grounds.
So, seven revelations....
Cricket.
A wonderful game made even better by the Test Match Special radio commentary on the BBC. I'd love to be able to watch it too....if Alastair Cook had been around when I was a young woman I think I'd have been a groupie.
Except that when I was a young woman the possibility of being a groupie was not something that had crossed my horizon and by the time it had the group would have had to have been visually impaired.
Gardening.
The gamble of planting a seed....the care of the young plant....and all to feed the blasted leaf cutter ants as soon as I plant it out. It really must be the triumph of hope over experience....
Dogs.
Can't resist a dog...don't even try.
Books.
Can't resist a book either...unless it's Harry Potter, that meretricious, illiterate offering to the ignorance of our times.
Food.
The habit of preserving food dies hard....I'm sure that I'll be like my old neighbour, Gaston, who preserves the fruit from his trees every year despite being a widower with no children on the grounds that it is a sin to let it go to waste....by the time I left France the Kilner jars had broken free from the pantry and had taken over two of the downstairs rooms of his house.
Travel.
I'll do it while I can....whether it's the bus to Nicaragua or the 'plane to Sri Lanka....I'm not turning down opportunities.
Friends.
Thank goodness for modern communications...letters are fine, but there is something about hearing someone's voice which is special and the existence of Skype has made moving to the other side of the world far less traumatic than it would have been previously.
Written descriptions are fine, but nothing beats sharing a cackle over the 'phone.
Passing on the award is more of a problem as there are so many blogs I enjoy.
However, when it comes to stylish some blogs come automatically to mind, thus
Dash's French Sampler, which never fails to enchant and delight
and
David Mcgrievey's an illustrated life
which is equally infallible but in no other way resembles the pope.
If you don't already know them then I hope you will enjoy discovering what they have to offer.
