CREATIVE WRITER AWARD

  Thanks to my darling friend Chris, of Bling-kin-eck, I've got a bit of work to do.  Like I soooo need this on a lazy Sunday afternoon Chris!!!  Oh welI, guess it's as good a time as any to burrow into my warped mind and set some truths free... or lies???

The rules of the award are as follows:
. Thank and link to the person who gave you the award.
. Display the award on your blog.
. Tell 6 outrageous lies and 1 outrageous truth about yourself , or switch it around and tell 6 outrageous truths and 1 outrageous lie about yourself.
. Then, nominate 7 others and leave them a message to let them know.

Okay here we go.... can you guess which way round they are?

1. On a visit to Dubai some years ago with a group of  journalists, I gained my camel driving licence. I was the only one sober enough to stay the course, while three hacks honked up on their camels' humps and two didn't even make the hike up their camel's back. 

2.  On my 14th birthday I received the Cheshire Life Award for being the fastest hula-hooper in Holmes Chapel. I made 104 hoops in one minute while my cat, Blacky, was draped over my shoulders.

3. For three years leading up to the year 2000, I kept a bearded billy goat in my front garden. His name was Gruff and he had only one eye. He kept the lawn neat, politely took our post from the postie, and was far better behaved than any guard dog.

4. I have a writer friend who is preparing to test out his own theory about hiding Ingleby Barwick from the rest of the world - just for one day. He has managed to convince the majority of IB's residents to tie their bedsheets together and hide all our houses behind them. The Guinness Book of Records will be attending - if they can find us.

5. Yesterday, I was so upset when I saw my hubby re-shaping my prized three-tiered buxus box tree into a pyramid that I went into the garden at 4 this morning and cut a pyramid-shaped door into the back of his polythene-covered greenhouse.

6. Every year on 21st March, I buy a small Red Haired Eel (quite a rare variety), put it in a large fish bowl on the coffee table for a week (for Persian new year) and then transfer it to the garden pond where it acts like a hoover, ferociously feeding off the bottom of the pond. These eels rarely survive beyond 9 months, but one of ours lasted 2 years!

7. I once pan fried and ate 17 garden snails as a bet, but was shocked when my best friend beat my score. She ate 23 snails, plus two fried garden worms, a slug and three toe nail clippings (yes, of course they were her own!). 


Now, as an avid follower I have chosen these seven arty peeps to receive the award. They are:


Nigel
Helga
Linda
She
Pen
Sherry
Lin