I can eat cake for breakfast. I know lots of people are strong-willed enough to never eat sweet things, let alone at the breaking of the fast, but I love them, adore them and could eat them at every meal. This is why I almost never buy them and seldom make them.
I have countless pairs of black trousers. To anyone seeing me they will think I've got the same ones on all the time, but I can see the slight variations in leg shape, leg length and pockets yes/no, waistband yes/no, and all the other differences that make them yet another pair that I must buy.
I can't whistle, waggle my ears, roll my tongue or my 'r's. (that could have been four things really).
I find it very difficult to map-read. Mr FF and I were once on holiday in California - he was driving and I was navigating. Well I call it navigating, but I got in a muddle with the road numbers and the junction numbers and it all got very excitable (me) and wearying (him) and I thought seriously about just leaving the car and taking the next flight back. I didn't though and it all came right in the end.
I can sit for a long time just day dreaming. My mind goes blank, I stare out of the window at the beautiful view and I enter quite a trance-like state. This is happening with increasing frequency the older I get. By the time I'm 80 I'll probably have become a yogi or something.
I bite my nails and wish I didn't. I go through phases where I manicure them and manage to keep them out of my mouth but it never lasts for long.
I'm not a very diligent cleaner. Mr FF often cleans the house from top to bottom and then I feel a bit guilty and get cross with him for being decent enough to do this. Having said that, I am very tidy and like to keep things in the boxes that they came in. So a bit of a contradiction there really.
I have an allergic reaction to wine and for this reason seldom drink the stuff.
I do all my blogging and studying in the dining room. On its walls are various musical instruments, none of which I can play.
I'm a very messy eater and at home tuck a napkin into my collar to avoid the stains. In a restaurant however I have to be extraordinarily careful. One of our best meals was at a well known sea food restaurant in Brittany where they came and tucked a plastic bib around your neck before presenting you with a huge platter of fruits de mer. Why can't this be normal restaurant procedure everywhere, I ask myself.
Now I must find four
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