In true chain-blogging style I’ve been tagged by Paulski over at Northsouthmedia for the’ 7 Things You Didin’t Know About Me’ post. I’m not normally one for doing these things and forwarding them on BUT as everyone at PoLR says, I’ll do anything for a link! Well, it was something along those lines anyway…
The rules are:
Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post. (see above)
Share seven facts about yourself in the post. (see below)
Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs. (see below)
Let them know they’ve been tagged. (you’ll just have to trust trackbacks and such)
Remind them if they don’t post withing 24 hours they’re kitten will run away
And here’s what you didn’t know about me.
I once knocked myself out in ASDA. I was climbing a loading bay gate and after being shouted at to get dow my Mum was daft enough to turn her back. I climbed back up, fell off and spent three days in Aberdeen Royal Infirmary.
I took part in camel racing at Alford Cavalcade. I came last and banged my coccyx which resulted in me not being able to sit down properly for weeks. Just as it healed I jumped on the ‘spinny disc’ at school and damaged it again. There is not other pain like it.
Everyone in my family is (or was before marriage) a Foster. My mum and her sister both married non-related Foster’s. When I was younger I couldn’t work out why some people had cousins with different names.
My Brothers and I used to have a hamster, a Lego boat and a paddling pool. I don’t want to get into the whole sorry story but suffice to say that Hammy the Hamster (yup, that was his name) is no longer among us.
I once got a prize in school purely for charitable reasons. I was in a competition to recite Rabbie Burns but in my English/Irish/Scots-hybrid accent it came out terribly and the prize was the headteacher taking pity on me. Not that I care, I won a quid.
In Pr 7 I was in a class of 6 kids. I am still in touch with three of them.
I learnt to drive on an old, disused WW2 airfield where my Dad would encourage me to “floor it”. He stopped saying this the day I passed my test.
So that’s it, now onto the lucky luck kids who are about to get a tagging!