Poet Sarah James – Into the Yell – has kindly awarded me a Kreativ Blogger Award. So, apparently, I have to divulge five little-known facts about myself and nominate my own award-winners … who shall be
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The baton moves on to them, should they wish to take it.
Five Foxy factlets:
1) A baboon once stole my loo roll. As I was squatting in some bushes needing to pee, that wasn’t very friendly of him but, at the time, I was more alarmed by his baleful glare and threat-yawn showing his three-inch-long canine teeth – and the posse of pals following him.
2) I hate cherry laurel.
3) Moles under the pillow are very noisy in the early hours; don’t camp near mole hills.
4) My late Father had a letter published in the Grauniad: “I was born in ’33. Now, in ’78, I’m 45. Is this a record?”
5) My grandfather’s nickname was “Trot”. we don’t know if it was because he had long, skinny legs and used to trot around Street (he worked for Clarks Shoes) or because he had left-wing views. I wish I’d inherited his long, skinny legs.