I have a doozy
but I'll save it for it's own post.

Here are some minor ones.

I was with the ex for 11 years, married for 3, and for about nine of those years was absolutely head over heels crazy about her sister. Spent an entire two weeks on a holiday salivating over her while my ex lay in bed with a mouth abcess (moomin-face, I called her). Was told by the ex about 2 months before we split that her sister was similarly daft about me. However, nothing happened, so I might dodge hell on the grounds of temptation resistance.

Despite a huge interest in WW1 and a deep respect for all our servicemen, I never fail to forget to buy a poppy or observe the two minutes silence.

I have forgotten the date of my mum's birthday, and rarely visit her grave.

I was once caught off guard by a severely disabled man in Boots store. He had the most comical walk I have ever seen and I almost burst a lung holding in my laugh until I collapsed into another lane out of view. When the tears stopped, I felt absolutely dreadful.

I once threw a stone at a large puddle that my friend was standing next to in an attempt to startle him. Being about 30 metres away, a slight miscalculation meant disaster and I split his head open. I feigned innocence as I arrived to see what was wrong. I also pushed the same friend off a skateboard, leaving him winded and crying for ten minutes while I stood looking sheepish.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 14 Dec 2008, 14:49, Reply)