"Write down five of your own personal idiosyncracies."
1. When I cross the road I pretend it's a river When I step onto the road, I pretend I'm walking across a fast-flowing river, and that if it notices I'm walking on it I will fall through the surface and drown. When my foot hits the pavement on the other side I breathe a sigh of relief at having safely reached the other shore.
2. Washing up includes drying up, damnit I'm getting better about this, but I strongly feel that "I'm doing the washing up" should include the drying up and a modicum of wiping and putting out the rubbish, if needed. At the very least all mugs and glasses must be dried, to avoid later unpleasantness.
3. Yes I talk to walls Well, specifically, I talk to rooms, houses, doorways. "Hullo the house," when I come home, "let's get you locked up," or "bye" or "look after yourself" when I leave and "Okay, Okay (etc.)" when it's hidden something or is being difficult ... and some longer conversations too
4. No, I don't need help packing Supermarket purchases should be packed according to the formula; one bag for sweet, one for savories, one for non-food items, contaminants individually wrapped, everything packed heavy to light, no more than two heavy items per bag. I can do this really fast, and I don't want any help. Thanks.
5. I take self portraits of myself sat on the loo Astonishing how many reflective surfaces there are once you start looking. Before Flickr, I thought it was just me. But now I know better.
There, that's fairly representative. Who wants to do this one? If you do, consider yourself tagged.
Oh, speaking of which, I never did do stickismyfriend's "books I didn't finish" meme:
List five books you were enjoying but never managed to finish.
The Last World ~ Christopher Ransmayr (ran out of weekend)
The Magus ~ John Fowles (decided to walk all the way round Spetsis instead)
Rubyfruit Jungle ~ Rita Mae Brown (threw it across the room for some reason, I forget why)
Finnegan's Wake ~ James Joyce (decided I'd prefer an audio version)
Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnameable ~ Samuel Beckett (finished my finals, didn't need it any more)
*sigh* I don't think I can put it off any longer ...