Things I am proud of
Right.
Let's think.
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# 1 The first English word I learnt was honeysuckle. That makes me ridiculously proud. It's the randomness of it, as well, as, perhaps it's the sheer uselessness of it for a 6 year old.

# 2 In 1976 when my mother took me along to Hippie Camp and was frolicking about with naked strangers, I was the only child there who adamantly refuse to take off her swim suit. For the purpose of this list I'll sweep aside the possibility of childhood trauma and its cognitive sequellae, and focus on the unshakable strength of character I was endowed with. *Proud me *
What do you mean, pig headed?

# 3 I have never, ever forwarded a chain letter. So, so proud of that one.

(to be continued as soon as I've achieved something else in life.)

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* And now for something completely different *
Some time ago Jacqui said : you'll pull with this blog.
Pull? Hello?
Let me recapitulate: mild flatulence, a tendency to chronic antisocial behaviour, an unhealthy attachment and rumination of ex, a propensity to symptoms of depression on public transportation, occasional bursts of pompousness, a fondness for obscure words along with wobbly syntax, only minor achievements, and a blatant lack of general direction..
Wow.
So, pulling - I don't think so.