Lutheranchik, God bless her, invited me to expose 5 of my multiple idiosyncracies to the harsh gaze of the blog reading public…The trouble is, I’ve lived with myself for so long, I’m no longer sure what counts as an idiosyncracy. Doesn't everyone work this way??
I'm also beginning to feel that my spelling of the "i" word may be a tad idiosyncratic, but it's late and I'm tired, so I crave your indulgence, in the interests of a reasonable bedtime.
On with the list...
1)Not only do I sing pretty constantly around the place during waking hours, I also sing in my sleep….not regularly these days (too wiped out, I suspect) but it’s been documented on several occasions. Apparently they are normally quite recognisable tunes…one friend only woke me at the end of the last movement of Beethoven’s Pastoral because she was scared I was going to go through the whole symphony all over again!
2)Although I’m a Myers Briggs “E”, and thrive on company, I’m terrified of meeting new people when I’m just me, Kathryn…At a party, therefore, I’ll try and find some babies to mind or small children to play with, unless I know the other guests really well. (And even if I do know them well, I'm quite capable of being overawed by them if they are on my list of Top Admirable People) As Kathryn-the-Curate, though, I can go in anywhere, and talk to anyone. It was just the same when I was Kathryn-the-Bookseller, Kathryn-the-Charity- Administrator, Kathryn-the-Bed-and-Breakfast proprietor... Give me a role, and I can hide behind it till I feel safe to come out.(btw Kathryn-the-Blogger just hides behind the screen, and finds it disturbingly easy to be real: not sure if this is good or bad)
3)I don’t like sitting empty handed, so tend to iron while watching television. This is also when I sew.I love doing tapestry….but only on retreat, or in the winter months. I simply cannot sit in the garden on a summer’s day and sew….
4)I love horses, but would rather groom them than ride them. One of my favourite day-off diversions is “having” to help my youngest look after his pony, Nipper.
5)I am seriously hopeless at faces ( a definite handicap in a priest), but remember for ever the silliest biographical details about people I’ve only met once. I don’t even have to have met them actually. I startled a man at the recent diocesan conference by telling him that I’d had coffee in his old house the other week. Poor man, he didn't know me from Eve, but he used to live in my parish and a couple in the congregation bought his house when he left to go to college. I had heard his name and remembered not only his old address, but his former profession, the name of his dog and which of his offspring had sung in the church choir, even though all of these details related to a time long before I had ever heard of St Mary’s Charlton Kings.
Now tell me, how IS your aunt getting on in Kathmandu?