My phone rang and I answered it to the sound of my mum’s voice. She told me to grab one of our cat boxes and run up the road to meet her, so I did. There was a cat there purring in her arms. She told me how she caught some guy grab it and took it off of him. It had been wandering around a busy car park and employees there told us, that the cat was always there and it’s a wonder that it hasn’t been hit by a car yet. Mum ran home and got into her car, as we couldn’t get the cat in the cat box and drove up the road to me, whilst I was stood cuddling the cat. We put him into the car and drove him to the local vets. They searched for a micro chip to find his owners, but he didn’t have one. They told us that they couldn’t take the cat in and as we have two female cats and not much in the way of finance, mum didn’t think it was a good idea for us to take the cat home with us. We drove back to the car park and the boy was gone who had grabbed the cat. Mum took the cat in her arms and walked to a nearby housing estate and put it on the ground. I wish we could have given this cat a home.
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
I haven’t replied to any blog prompts in a long time, but when I was scrolling through WordPress, this caught my attention. I think you always know that you are not immortal, but it’s easier to not think about it and just live your life, thinking that you will live forever. I experienced a few deaths early on, including a friend dying of cancer and losing both of my great grandparents. I still thought I was immortal. I think for me, I really realised that I wasn’t immortal, when my nan died when I was 15. She wasn’t just a nan to me, she was a second mum and had helped to raise me, as my mum was a young, single mum. Loads of people can die and you don’t think anything of it, but there are certain people that die, that you thought would always be there! My nan was one of those people for me and losing her made me realise, that we all die someday.
What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve?
I remember when I was 18 and was going to one of my friend’s house parties. There was a guy there who I really fancied and therefore wanted to look good for him, so I spent a lot of time picking out my clothes, doing my hair and makeup. My sister looked at me in amazement and said “wow you look like a princess.” My happiness was short lived though by my nan who agreed “Yeah, she does look like a princess… The one from Shrek.”
Whilst browsing on the internet, I came across a page full of creepy things that children have said whilst talking about their imaginary friends. Some of the most creepiest to me include:
- One parent said that her child who was 7 years old would talk about a ghost in his room called The Captain, who was an old guy with a beard. He said that the Captain told him that when he grows up, his job will be to kill people and even though the little boy said he didn’t want to, The Captain told him that he doesn’t have a choice and will get used to it.
- One little boy told his mum that there was a man called Jacob, who dresses like a lumberjack, that sleeps in her bed.
- One little boy told his mum about the ‘creeper man’ who doesn’t have a face and lives in his grandparent’s bedroom. He always talks about the creeper man when he visits his grandparents, but otherwise, never mentions him.
It makes me wonder, are they really imaginary friends, or are these children experiencing supernatural beings?
Automation has made it possible to produce so many objects — from bread to shoes — without the intervention of human hands (assuming that pressing a button doesn’t count). What things do you still prefer in their traditional, handmade version?
What I still prefer that’s handmade is cards. With handmade cards you can see the thought that has gone into them and also the time spent. I would happily pay more for a handmade card. These are some of the handmade cards that I have made.
A local ice cream parlor invites you to create a new wacky flavor. It needs to channel the very essence of your personality. What’s in it?
The outside of my icecream would be vanilla, as it is plain and simple and from an outsider’s point of view, I could be considered to just be a boring person.
But then in the inside of the vanilla I would include many different foods, such as cookie dough, chocolate brownies and crème eggs, as if you get to know me properly, you will realise there is more to me, than just this plain persona you see and actually I have a mix of all different emotions, which I find hard to control, which is symbolised by the crème egg, as an explosion of emotion, seeping through everything.
I would then swirl caramel over the top, as if I really care about someone I am really sweet and would do anything for you and sprinkle nuts over the top, as once you get to know me I can be a ‘nutty,’ hyper, clumsy person.