Meme
Blame byslantedlight. This is a meme (no, really?) where somebody gives you a letter, and you think of ten words and what they conjure up. Mine was S.
Anybody want to play? Just ask me for a letter (and no, I won't give anybody 'X'. Well, maybe...
Sheffield - where I was born. Not a place I'd want to live now, ta. I like mountains (OK, and wine) too much and big cities don't appeal. Also, England is horrifyingly expensive. Nobody believes that Switzerland isn't, but that's another story.
Switzerland - where I came for a year in 1979 and never quite went home. Lovely country, although at times the Swiss take a little getting used to if you're a foreigner. Which leads me to...
Serious - I can do serious, really I can. Profesionally, because that pays the bills, but sometimes I take other things far too seriously. Partly because I'm like that, partly - er - conditioning. The Swiss are serious, see, (cue sweeping statement). Not always a bad thing, but not always easy either. Because I have my...
Silly side too. As Sir has been known to say, life is too serious to be taken seriously.
Syrup - can't stand it. Either the variety that comes in bottles or cans and is diluted with water, or the fiction that turns two alpha males into simpering wimps.
Serendipity - because it's such a lovely word. And the idea is nice too.
Sky - an endless source of fascination. Something to stare at when inspiration just ain't happening. When storms are gathering over the Jura, or when clouds hang over mountains, or the deep, deep blue over the Atlas - or a bit of blue on a cloudy day. I never fail to remember the old saying as in 'if there's enough to make a sailor suit (oooo extra 's's), it'll turn fine'. I've been known to imagine some very small sailors :)
Sam - an endless source of obsession. A fictional character but I could explore his mind endlessly. Oh... I do. Yes.
Simba - an endless source of love, purrs, dribbles, and big round 'cuddle me' eyes. See the icon.
Singing - part of life I miss, as in choirs or singing in a group. I still sing, although Sir keeps reminding me that one does not sing on planes while plugged into one's MP3 player. One tends to forget, and I humbly apologise to all those on various flights who had to fight engine noise *and* me when trying to watch films. I just have great difficulting not singing along to things I like.
Anybody want to play? Just ask me for a letter (and no, I won't give anybody 'X'. Well, maybe...
Sheffield - where I was born. Not a place I'd want to live now, ta. I like mountains (OK, and wine) too much and big cities don't appeal. Also, England is horrifyingly expensive. Nobody believes that Switzerland isn't, but that's another story.
Switzerland - where I came for a year in 1979 and never quite went home. Lovely country, although at times the Swiss take a little getting used to if you're a foreigner. Which leads me to...
Serious - I can do serious, really I can. Profesionally, because that pays the bills, but sometimes I take other things far too seriously. Partly because I'm like that, partly - er - conditioning. The Swiss are serious, see, (cue sweeping statement). Not always a bad thing, but not always easy either. Because I have my...
Silly side too. As Sir has been known to say, life is too serious to be taken seriously.
Syrup - can't stand it. Either the variety that comes in bottles or cans and is diluted with water, or the fiction that turns two alpha males into simpering wimps.
Serendipity - because it's such a lovely word. And the idea is nice too.
Sky - an endless source of fascination. Something to stare at when inspiration just ain't happening. When storms are gathering over the Jura, or when clouds hang over mountains, or the deep, deep blue over the Atlas - or a bit of blue on a cloudy day. I never fail to remember the old saying as in 'if there's enough to make a sailor suit (oooo extra 's's), it'll turn fine'. I've been known to imagine some very small sailors :)
Sam - an endless source of obsession. A fictional character but I could explore his mind endlessly. Oh... I do. Yes.
Simba - an endless source of love, purrs, dribbles, and big round 'cuddle me' eyes. See the icon.
Singing - part of life I miss, as in choirs or singing in a group. I still sing, although Sir keeps reminding me that one does not sing on planes while plugged into one's MP3 player. One tends to forget, and I humbly apologise to all those on various flights who had to fight engine noise *and* me when trying to watch films. I just have great difficulting not singing along to things I like.