A couple of days ago, I had an attack of low self-esteem and deleted all two of my wild blog-badger footprints. I don't regret turfing the photos, as in both of them I resembled a drunk old hag with a fetish for exfoliating in jellyfish venom, but now of course Mother Hubbard's Motherboard is bare. And so the lovely Selise comes to my rescue yet again, by tagging me in the 7 Facts meme.



1. According to Numerology - well, more accurately, according to the blisteringly mental German naturopath with whom I must unfortunately share workspace 4 times a week - my birthdate summation is blessed with bundles of 7's. This means I am witty, opportunistic, and a rat who rides an Ox across a river. Or something.

2. I don't eat shop-bought ice-creams because the very IDEA of accidentally licking the wooden stick makes me recoil in the kind of spasmic tongue protrusions that would have exorcists reaching for their Bibles, Australia's Funniest Home Videos reaching for the CCTV footage and Gene Simmons reaching for his ruler.

3. I have never been in a relationship, and only this year has it occurred to me that I'm really 100% happy with that.

4. I went into teaching BEFORE deciding I liked children. Check out that cheeky serendipity.

5. At least three times a year, people come up to me and brush my nose. Mac is yet to create a concealer that disguises freckles the size of Judy Dench's bustle collection.

6. I haven't won a game of Scrabble since I got Scrabble tiles tattooed on my leg. A warning to the impulsive.

7. I am guaranteed to love a film that features drugs and Nazis, but detest a town which is full of the same. (H8 U Maryborough).

xo