Good morning lovely people, and what a gorgeous one it is too! I don’t know if you agree with me, but I’m more than ready to say farewell to Winter and welcome Spring in it’s place. My poor garden is looking so bedragled and overgrown at he moment and I’m just itching to get out there and have a good old sort out !

A few weeks ago there was one of those pass it on Face Book thingies doing the rounds. Usually it’s a photo you need to pass on and I’m thinking here of the Ice Bucket Challenge or the make-up free selfie. Both were supposed to raise donations and awareness for great causes, but other similar posts circulate just for a bit of fun. The one that made an appearance on my page was to post seven facts about yourself. Now I could have posted seven pretty boring facts like, for example;1, I’m married to Graham. 2, I have two sons …etc, etc. Everyone knows that. So, the thinking cap went on and here is the list that I eventually posted. Being FaceBook and where posts should be short and to the point, no explanations were given. Explanations are better given on a blog, so without any  further ramblings from yours truly, here are seven facts about little old me…with explanations included of course.

I ONCE HAD AN AUDITION FOR THE ROYAL BALLET SCHOOL

Hard to believe looking at me now in all my plumpness, that many moons ago I did ballet and was actually pretty good at it. Good enough so it seems for my ballet teacher to encourage me to audition for the Royal Ballet School when I was about 11 years old. Of course I didn’t get in. I like to believe it was because I had tonsillitus on the day and wasn’t performing to my best ability, but in reality I just wasn’t good or tall enough.

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I HAVE DANCED TOPLESS ON THE STAGE!

Before you get the wrong idea, I was 10 at the time and was a dancing girl at my school’s production of Joseph. I was wearing a cropped top when unfortunately  on the big opening night, the poppers cam undone and it slipped off. Rather than stopping mid dance to pick it up, I carried on dancing. Bet that wouldn’t happen at a West End performance!

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I ONCE TOLD A SENIOR MEMBER OF THE CABINET TO STOP BEING A WUSS!

This one goes back to the Thatcher years. Obviously I can’t mention any names, but a senior politician was a patient on my ward. He was acting pretty wimpish and I told him to basically man up. Funny that once in my sister’s uniform, I became a bit like Thatcher herself!

IMG_20140524_0004 That’s me in the silly hat!

I CAN’T DEAL WITH TORN TOENAILS!

I can deal with sick, poo and phlegm. I’ve dressed maggot infested wounds. I’ve witnessed operations and post mortems, But I cannot do torn toenails. I have been known to faint when faced with one that’s particulaly badly torn. When nursing I had to decline dressing all the patients that had had an ingrowing toe nail removed! Such a wimp!

toenail Even looking at this is making me feel giddy!

I HATE DRIVING ON SLIP ROADS

If you want to see me turn into a bag of nerves, get me to drive down a slip road. I have a bit of a habit of closing my eyes if scared, which of course isn’t at all wise if you just happen to be driving a car. My world would be a much bigger place if I could actually get myself onto a motorway.

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I WAS PICKED BY MY HOUSE TO TAKE PART IN THE HIGH JUMP ON SCHOOL SPORTS DAY

I was one of the shortest girls in my school. Obviously I came last and obviously my house wasn’t that bothered about winning the event, or indeed the whole sports day!

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I SPENT MOST OF MY FIRST HONEYMOON IN 1989 WITH 45 OTHERS WEARING IDENTICAL SHELL SUITS!

I must have been madly in love at the time to agree to go on a world hockey tour for our honeymoon. Not only did I have to wear a shell suit most of the time, but I was also forced to wear a rather unflattering formal uniform when at airports of which there were many!

brigitte honeymoon 1989 2Brigitte honeymoon 1989 I’m the one with the awful permed hair!

So there you go. Seven new facts you’ve learnt about me. There are many others but I’ll leave those foranother day.

Brigitte xx

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