Oh, it’s always nice to be appreciated. I have been tagged for the extremely prestigious and important Reader Appreciation Award by Anna Tims, that most adventurous of middle-aged matrons. I imagine that this is in recognition of all the trite erudite comments that I have clogged-up her comments box with over the last year. Really, Anna, there was no need to thank me.
Instead of an acceptance speech awardees must answer these questions and then, if I have got the right end of the stick, pay the award forward to readers who they themselves appreciate. Rather nice really. Here goes:
Where do you do most of your writing/blogging?
Funnily enough it was almost exactly this time last year that I was blogging on this very subject. Oh how the winter nights fly by Chez Bibsey. I do it by the stove in the kitchen. There is nothing like hot fat and flying chicken bits to keep your MacBook Pro in tip top condition.
Here is Jill no doubt begging for a pony from her mother who is clearly hiding the money behind her back *
What books were your childhood favourites?
It was Ruby Ferguson and the ‘Jill’ books that really got me into reading. I started with a copy of Jill’s Gymkhana, that I found at my Granny’s and had actually belonged to my aunt Jill, and was absolutely hooked. And here’s a weird little factoid: Pony Jobs for Jill (1960) was later republished as Challenges for Jill. Would you Adam and Eve it, eh?
Before that I was sneak reading after lights out The Bullerby Children by Astrid Lindgren (quite tricky to get hold of now) and before that Enid Blyton’s Faraway Tree.
Who is your favourite fictional character?
I can think of no one cooler than Madam Professor Minerva McGonagall. She’s firm but fair and has great wand skillz.
What is your favourite time of day and why?
Nap time. Hands down. I hardly dare mention in print, for fear of jinxing it, that Bibsey still naps for a solid and blissful two hours in the afternoon, but there it is. I’ve been known to celebrate with a thimble of Cava and blog binging. If anything happens to the nap, as a result of this post, I shall be holding a certain vicar’s wife to account.
Have you ever Googled yourself and been surprised at what you’ve found?
I have a very distinctive name. Perhaps unique. So, no one else is ranking for my name. Therefore, when you Gschmoogle me you get a very detailed and boring account of the online me. No surprises, just my Facebook account, Twitter account, LinkedIn, employment history for the last decade, some dodgy head shots, every event I ever worked on, every fart in the bath… it goes on and on. Dreadful. I had to move to Spain and change my name to Bibsey Mama to make it stop.
Who would play me in a movie of my life?
I have had to turn quite a few people down for this part on account of them not being idiotic enough.
One material possession I could not live without.
MacBook Pro.
Have you ever been naked in public?
Erm, no, not exactly. But I did once stand on my bikini tie to find myself naked from the bikini top down in front of my sister, her friend and two teenage boys on the the beach in Italy one summer holiday. I guess that I would have been a budding 13 year old at the time. I did what any girl would do. I pulled up my bottoms and carried on. I had almost blocked this out… thanks for the reminder.
What is your dream car?
My car, minus all its scratches and with one other minor alteration: I would never need to fill it up with petrol ever again.
What/who/where was your first proper kiss?
I am going to say this quickly, to get it over and done with, like ripping off a plaster: myfriendkatysbrotherchrisattheschooldisconotsomuchakissasaclamp.
NEXT!
Oh, that’s it. And now the same questions to…
Older Mum, Scribbler in Seville, Helloitsgemma, JBMumofOne, A Bavarian Sojourn, Mañana Mama, Very Bored in Catalunya, Bod for Tea and Asturian Diary who will all probably be on someone else’s list already, but I don’t care. I always appreciate their comments here on Bibsey. I also happen to totally love their work.
Ladies, please feel free to carry the torch onwards or just bob a curtsey and say no more about it.
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*Image credit: Original line drawings for the ‘Jill’ books by Caney
