Award time

I've got an award to blog about today but if you find any mistakes in this post blame it on the music that is blaring at full volume from very near to where I am sitting. We are on holiday at home this week and Mr FF has decided to decorate one of the bedrooms and the bathroom. Now, to save him the bother of changing CDs on a little machine beside him or sticking to what he is used to on his mp3 player, I've volunteered to be a) the CD chooser for our machine downstairs which is on at almost full volume so he can hear it good and loud upstairs, and b) the picker up of the steamed off wallpaper.

Anyway, the award is called Kreativ Blogger and it is from lovely Carol and I have to list seven things that I love.  A few months ago I was tagged to list some addictions and I chose blogging, our bichons, studying, reading the Daily Mail online* and lastly paying bills straight away. So now I'm going to have to come up with seven different things - oh, not so easy but here we go...

Tea - I just love a cup of tea. I don't drink it excessively, having just three or at the most four mugs a day. I do not like the 'one cup' bags; I prefer my tea nice and strong and the one cup bags just don't do it in a mug. So, our new tea of choice is PG tips, the one Johnny Vegas advertises - the pyramid bag and I can thoroughly recommend it.

Lord Byron - the more I read about him (from 'proper' books not just the sex and fame 'light' ones) the more fascinating I find him and his poetry. I am slowly purchasing various academic books about him ready for when I get the chance to select a subject  that will be suitable for a doctorate. You have to do original research for a Phd and there is not very much that has not been documented about England's greatest ever poet (my opinion obviously but of course I'm right). I've joined the Byron Society and for my eventual research I'll probably have to go off to Greece for a bit of LB time. Why Greece? He is classed as a hero there and that country has much of a Byronic nature to explore. Now, considering I am just about halfway through my Open University BA, I would reckon that I'll be getting my pension at the same time as being able to stick 'Doctor' in front of my name. 

Fresh flowers - we always have to have fresh flowers in a few rooms. One of my addictions used to be buying vases, handpainted Victorian ones and also Fifties primary colour ones and, well, any others that caught my eye. Obviously  at this time of year we can just pick flowers from the garden and we currently have mauve rhododendrons about the house.

Lemons - well, lemon-flavoured desserts actually. 

Dogs - I've always loved dogs, cats are tolerable but dogs just do it for me. When I was about five I was quite scared of dogs so my mum bought a dachshund to get me over the fear. It did, but now for me life would not be complete without a dog or two around. Misty and Poppy are our two bichons, each with their own personality and tastes (Poppy likes fresh fruit, Misty hates it, Misty is clingy, Poppy likes to be alone in a room sometimes) and they are both beautiful.

Music - I love all sorts of music, always have - opera, musicals, Indie, rock, folk, classical _ although there are also categories that I have no time (or ear) for. These include jazz, rap and drum n' bass.

Moving home - I just love moving on to a different house and area (or country with the last move) every few years. Even though I love our current home very much I still sometimes fantasise about moving away. I'd like to remain in France but maybe not stuck in this particular bit of it. Somewhere a bit buzzier would be good - and my ideal home would have a sea view.

Now I'm done I am meant to pick seven other bloggers on whom to bestow this award. However I don't do that any more - I just let any people who would like to have it take it (and it that isn't a perfect example of bad grammar then I don't know what is).

*I was more or less successful at giving up my daily read of the Mail online. I guess I look at it about once a fortnight - it's not changed at all; it's still dreadful