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Ducks! Geilston Bay. September 2013.

Guess what? The Massive Alphabet Meme, part two!

The Letter N

Do you have a nickname?

I have many nicknames.

What is your favourite number?

Number seven (7).

Do you prefer night or day?

Morning!


The Letter O

What is your one wish?

To be left alone.

Are you an only child?

No, I am not.

Do you wish this year was over?

Not in the slightest. It’s only just staring to warm up!


The Letter P

What is one fear that you are most paranoid about?

I’ve no particular fear that I would describe as paranoia. One does worry about the health and wellbeing of Henry and Ezra, but they’re travelling fine.

What personality trait would you look for in someone you wanted to date?

I’m not looking for anyone at the moment. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.


The Letter Q

Are you quick to judge people?

Not really. I am a believer in first impressions though.


The Letter R

Do you think you are always right?

Only when I’m right.

Do you watch reality T.V.?

I can l=think of little worse than ‘reality’ TV.

What is a good reason to cry?

Being eaten by a shark or crocodile wouldn’t be very nice.


The Letter S

Do you prefer sun or rain?

Sun sun sun!

Do you like snow?

I do like snow, but only the nice clean white snow as seen on sunny days with blue skies.

What is your favourite season?

It’s a difficult question, but the older I get, Summer does stand out more.


The Letter T

What time is it?

8:42 am.

What time did you wake up?

A sleep in today: 5:24 am.

When was the last time you slept in a tent?

Too long ago to even remember. I think that it was some time in 1995.


The Letter U

Are you wearing underwear?

Today I am.

Do you open your eyes when under water?

Of course I do! It’s hard to see anything with your eyes closed.


The Letter V

What is the worst veggie?

That’s not a fair question. Anything over boiled is ordinary.

Where do you want to go on vacation?

Somewhere warm and quiet.

What was your last family vacation together?

We went to Boat Harbour, on the sunny Tasmanian Riviera.


The Letter W

What is your worst habit?

I can perhaps be a little too clinical and disregarding of other people’s feelings when discussing a problem.

Where do you live?

Tasmania, which Wikipedia describes as “an island state, part of the Commonwealth of Australia, located 240 kilometres (150 mi) to the south of the Australian continent, separated by Bass Strait.” For completists, Tasmania is the 26th largest island in the world.


The Letter X

Have you ever had an X-ray?

I’ve had a few.

Have you ever seen the X-Games?

I’m not even sure I’ve heard of them. Do you mean the XXX-Games?

Do you own or have you ever played a xylophone?

We’ve had a few xylophones over the years. I can bang out a tune.


The Letter Y

Do you like the colour yellow?

I do like the colour yellow.

What year were you born in?

The year MCMLXXVII.

What do you yearn for most?

Peace and quiet.


The Letter Z

What is your Zodiac Sign?

Taurus. Which is represented by an uncastrated male bovine animal.

Do you believe in the Zodiac?

Not in the slightest.

What is your favourite zoo animal?

That’s a hard question. Anything very different to what I know is always interesting. I found the Kodiak Bears fascinating the last time we went. Such huge paws!

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