10 things about me….

I thought I would post a bit of randomness, about me, Mother Of the Mad Cats and Babies (although, they aren’t babies anymore, but I don’t want to change the name of the blog, because we might add another baby, at some point 😉 )

So, 10 things about me, little snippets or facts, that I can share with you, to give you a bit of an idea of who I am..

• I was born in Africa, Malawi, to be exact. My parents were living there, my father was working out there. Sadly, I have no memories from our time there, but one day, I would like to go back and visit.
• I am left-handed, but the only things I actually do with my left hand are crack eggs, cast on to knit, and write. Everything else I can do with my right hand, so although I am not ambidextrous, I am probably not a true “leftie” either. I can actually write quite well with my right hand, too. Sadly, I was at school when being left-handed was still stigmatised, and my first school did not look kindly on my attempts to write with my left hand, I soon learned to adapt and write with both hands, so I was comfortable, but under their radar. Thankfully, times have changed!
• I LOVE Queen, all of their music, and cried for days, after Freddie died. I have all of their albums, bar a couple of their earlier ones that I cannot get hold of (if anyone wants to buy me them, feel free) and I was lucky enough to see them live. I watch all programmes about them, and “I Want to Break Free” is my ringtone on every phone I have ever owned, and my children know the words to a lot of their songs! When I was in emergency surgery, after Big Girl was born, the very kind anaesthetist found a Queen album for me, and played it, and lent me his headphones, to listen to, while I was being operated on (I was awake, but numbed to the neck)  and given a blood transfusion and we chatted about Queen and George Michael. I don’t remember a lot of the details of  Big Girls birth, and the aftermath, but I do remember laughing and chatting about songs and music in the operating theatre!
• I am actually quite badly allergic to cats, but because I love cats, I deal with it, and can tolerate Layla and Jasper, but if I go to a home where there is a cat, I sneeze and wheeze and sniffle like I have a dreadful cold!
• I have a toilet phobia, I loathe public toilets, and will avoid them at all costs. This is trickier with children, specially when they’re small and need the toilet a lot, or are potty training. I am blessed with what LSH calls, rather romantically, “camel bladder”, a habit, from my nursing days, and can go for hours without needing a visit to the loo, which helps! Public toilets are generally disgusting, I spend my time freaking out about all the germs….
• I went to boarding school and LOVED it. It isn’t always the best choice for every child, but I really benefitted from the order, routine and community of the school I went to, and I have many fond memories and good friends from my time there.
• I can draw, actually quite well, but I have low self-esteem where my artwork is concerned, and even though I have a whole trunk of my work, I have never shown it to anyone. I would love to spend more time on drawing and sketching, but sadly, never get the chance.
• I am becoming more ginger and red-headed as I grow older, and am learning to embrace my freckles and ginger locks, and accept that my hair doesn’t take to being coloured and messed around with and I embrace my non sun tanned state!
• Speaking of hair, I have shaved my whole head, once, found it very therapeutic, one day, I might do it again, just for fun….
• When I first qualified as a paediatric nurse, I worked at Great Ormond Street hospital. I have seen Siamese twins separated, when I worked in the operating theatres, and my favourite surgical procedure’s were kidney transplants, because frankly, when you see urine being produced from a kidney that has been transplanted, in a patient that has been on dialysis for months, if not years,  it is the most exciting, and satisfying experience. I have worked with some world-famous surgeons, and still miss those days.

So there you have it…. and a photo of me, rare, because I don’t like photos of myself…

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