This morning, I read a post on Amy’s blog which sparked my interest. I’ve been lucky enough to gain a few followers recently (HELLO!), and save for the few of you who have diligently followed me everywhere since I was a young whipper-snapper, there are only a couple of my readers I know well. I think this idea originated with Allie, and it’s a great way to share a bit more, and to get to know you guys who read – I’m grateful for you, so will you be my pal? Let’s chat. Answers (any or all!) on a postcard, or, you know, in the comments section.
1. Tell me about your family.
2. What is your best/most vivid food memory?
3. Money and teleportation are not issues, you have one day. What do you do?
4. Is there something you’ve enjoyed recently? Tell me about it!
5. What traits do you value most in other people?
– My family… they’re nice! I have a mum and dad who have been married for 42 years, they live by the seaside, and I’m the baby – with two older sisters who are 10 and 11 years older than me. It’s safe to say I was unplanned, and have brought my parents a relatively large amount of stress, what with the dicky health and all, but they still love me so that’s sweet of them. My dad is tightly wired and highly driven – he’s my inspiration, he’s supportive and insightful. My mum is more laid back – loving and fun. Likes a party. She was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder when I was 19, which was a weird experience and continues to be so everyday. My sister Kyley is a bit of a live-wire. She’s creative and she makes you feel like you can do stuff you’ve previously doubted. My sister Gemma is one of the people I feel most comfortable around, we speak a lot, even though she’s over 200 miles away, and she visits Leeds every few months. She’s 6 months pregnant so that’s exciting. They’re all a long way away but they’re a huge presence in my life. Oh, and these days I have a husband too.
– I have a vivid memory of eating roast beef at Castle Combe in Wiltshire when I was about nine. My mum, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind me saying, is not the most confident or accomplished cook, so it felt like this was my first real memorable experience of real food. It was cut in thin, pink slices on a white, porcelain plate, and I ate it with crispy roast potatoes and cauliflower cheese. It was like a lightbulb had switched on.
– I would eat all day, naturally. It would start with coffee at Courier in Portland, then a trip to Blue Star Donuts for a Blackberry, Bourbon and Basil bad boy. I’d travel to San Francisco to see my friends Adam and Heidi for lunch – I’m thinking they’ll have a taco place in mind. I’d spend the afternoon shopping for books, comics and cookware, then settle into a nice, comfy coffee shop to read what I’ve bought. The evening would be spent at Zucco with my best friends, getting quietly drunk on Aperol Spritzes and Merlot and scoffing plates of Deep Fried Zucchini. I’d fall into bed at 21212 in Edinburgh around 1am, and I’d wake to bright skies and birds, with no hangover.
– Something I’ve really enjoyed recently, is the #ShowMeYourPump tag on Twitter. I took part earlier in the week, and I think it’s an excellent way to raise awareness and bond with my fellow pals with diabetes. The diabetes community on Twitter is something I’ve only recently discovered and it’s been a consistent source of support for me. While forums have always been helpful, it’s understandable that you generally see a certain type of person posting and asking for help. I’ve always felt a little out of my depth in that crowd. Twitter is open to one and all and it goes a long way to help me feel normal. The #ourD tag has a chat every Tuesday from 8-9 which I generally join in with if I’m at home, and users tend to post on it throughout the week, things like “Woke up at 15.0 this morning – feeling groggy. Time for a correction!” It’s nice because there’s always been a sense of shame for me before, like I’m the only one getting it wrong. This helps me understand that we’re all in the same boat. Plus, pictures of 2 year olds wearing their pump with a big smile never fail to make me tear up.
– Honesty. The ability to laugh at oneself. If you look at the people I surround myself with, they’re overwhelmingly silly. People who repeatedly say silly things, put themselves in silly situations or do things to make themselves and other people laugh. I like that, I think it’s admirable, and I’m trying to be more like that myself. As I get older I’m realising that being achingly self-aware is tiring, and at the end of the day you should just enjoy yourself. Who gives a shit what other people think? (Me, most of the time, but I’m trying not to)
So there you go. If you have a spare five minutes please take the time to share an answer or two below, or even just talk to me over on Twitter. The internet is a wonderful place to connect with people and make friends, so let’s get to know each other.