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It’s all about meme

Thanks to Daily Daydreamer and Mr. H. Master, I have been tagged with this here meme thingymajig.

Here is how it works.

1) Put the link of the person who tagged you on your blog.
2) Write the rules (I don’t what they are, they must be these five points)
3) Mention 6 things or habits of no real importance about you.
4) Tag 6 persons adding their links directly.
5) Alert the persons that you tagged them.

Six things or habits of no real importance about me…

  1. I like to wear funky kinda socks. In fact I don’t think I own any plain black ones. Or plain any colour for that matter.

    Stripey socks

    Stripey socks

  2. Dancing round the kitchen with or without music and with or without a partner is a regular occurrence in my kitchen.

    Dancing partner

    Dancing partner

  3. I used to have a recurring dream as a child where my dad would take me to this big old Georgian-style house at night and there would be a party in the back garden. Always full of superhereos from tv like Super Ted, Super Gran, Superman…(I sense a recurring theme here).

    Super Ted

    Super Ted

  4. I can’t leave the house without my driver’s licence. It’s a (small) fear that something will happen to me and nobody will be able to identify me, or my body.

    Drivers licence

    Driver's licence

  5. When I’m really hungry, I get cranky 🙂

    hungry

    hungry

  6. I am sometimes a complete moron – like now when I realise that this is not the meme Daily Daydreamer tagged me with at all-DOH! Another meme post coming soon…</blush>
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Or rather Back to the Past.
What if you could write a letter to a younger you at what you now know to be a crucial point in your life with guidance and advice on what to do next? I woke up thinking of this this morning for some reason and have composed a letter several times over in my head, each one being scrapped as being too scary or too much information or not clear enough for the younger me to take notice of.
I think the first crucial point (of several) I would have to go to was when I was around 15. Not an exact moment or anything but it was after the Junior Cert that life seemed to get unhappy, complicated and scary and it didn’t have to.
I’m going to try and compose something meaningful and helpful and see what happens.

So…back to 1993 then…

Dear Daisy,
….

That’s as far as I can get. I don’t know where to start. What would you tell a younger you?

I’ll be back to finish this.

Perhaps I should set this up as a meme…hmmmmm…3 things you would tell the 15 year old you…

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