Photo by a clever person here.A cheery hi-dee-ho to Squib who tagged me with a meme and the letter T. So here are ten T-based things about me:
1. Taffeta. I've never had enough taffeta in my life; I've never had any taffeta in my life. This has been a source of sadness for me since I stopped ballet after two weeks when I was five. While one of my proudest childhood moments was being told I was as sure-footed as a mountain goat I now think my single-digit years would have been all the better for a few metres of taffeta.
2. Tomatoes. I'm allergic and that sucks. It's one of the universe's crueller allergies, and completely pointless as far as I can see. No-one wins, especially not me.
3. Tchaikovsky. I have always been obsessed with the spelling of this word. Instead of humming tunes with my internal voice I spell out this word, as well as 'Nietzsche' and 'triptych'. I do an odd thing with numbers too, but I got 'T' for 'Tchaikovsky' not 'O' for 'odd thing with numbers'.
4. Timetables. I find them very satisfying. I like ticking things off.
5. Tents. I love camping but have always run into trouble with tents. One tent was so short I had to sleep diagonally, another let the rain in. I would like to be friends with tents.
6. Travel. Tied up with my love of timetables and my masochistic thing with tents. I have a savings account to go to Antarctica with $16 in it.
7. Tin whistle. I love the tin whistle. I played as a child. I even went to a summer tin whistle camp. I also love wooden recorders but they're even less suitable for joining any variety of rock band than the clarinet.
8. Telemachus. I started reading The Odyssey to my son when he was born. He's now almost three and I'm up to page 316 (he lost interest on page five). Odysseus of the nimble wits has returned to Ithaca and is about to exact his revenge on all and sundry, with his good son, the thoughtful Telemachus, by his side. Telemachus doesn't know that Odysseus is Odysseus. This is a very good story.
9. Telephone. My relationship with the telephone is inverse to my age: the older I get the less highly it rates on my 'awesome way to spend an hour' list.
10. Truth. I once told someone that I was endeavouring to pin down postmodern truth. It was my most embarassing moment ever in the whole, wide world.
Toodaloo.
