The bad weather continues. Bad weather!
We did venture out again - mainly because we were babysitting M's dog Jedi and had to take her for a walk. Hopefully these pictures convey the feeling that even if conditions were far from salubrious, they were still not without their charm.
I think these birds sheltering from the storm should be called Pied Pipers. However, their correct name is Oystercatcher.
This image of the cabbage trees blowing in the wind shows just how strong that wind was.
I have been tagged. Twice. Once by Cailleach and once by Pepek, to supply eight random facts about myself. (Does that mean I now have to supply 16 random facts about myself?)
I have been reading other bloggers who have been tagged and have found their random facts fascinating material indeed. I was inspired. And then as reality set in - I began to feel intimidated. For how could I hope to deliver equivalent?
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each participant posts eight random facts about themselves.
3. Tagees should write a blogpost of eight random facts about themselves.
4. At the end of the post, eight more bloggers are tagged (named and shamed).
5. Go to their blog, leave a comment telling them they're tagged (cut and run).
Fact One: I am short and used to get told 'Good things come in small parcels' right up until I was about eleven years old, when people started in with the addendum - 'and so does poison.' (Which I am hoping had more to do with the fact that I was now heading out of sheltered childhood into a world with sharp bits, rather than because it was particularly applicable.)
Fact Two: I was the eldest of a rowdy Catholic household of seven kids ... Well, my father was Catholic; my mother was Presbyterian. Of course because the Catholics believe(ed?) that if you weren't a Catholic you were headed for hell, Dad insisted we were christened before six weeks old and brought up Catholic. One of Mum's many rebellions against this rule was that we weren't to be given Catholic names - so there was not a Monica, Veronica, Theresa, Bernadette, Patrick or Michael among us. (However Dad was allowed free reign with the second names, so we have Frances (my second name) Elizabeth, Patrick, Stephen ... etc. ) None of us are Catholics now. But then again, none of us are Presbyterians either ... We all follow our own calling in our own sweet, rebellious ways - maybe we all took after our Mum in the end.
Fact Three: I am named after a film-star and I'm in the Cockney alphabet. For those of you who don't know the Cockney alphabet, one version of it goes 'A for 'orses' (hay for horses) 'B for mutton' (beef or mutton) 'C for Highlanders' (Seaforth Highlanders) etc. Then ... 'J for Oranges' (Jaffa oranges) and 'K for Ancis' (Kay Francis - the name of a '30s & '40s film-star) and my first and second names. For other variations on this alphabet - see here.
Kay Francis' famous quote is - "My life? Well, I get up at a quarter to six in the morning if I'm going to wear an evening dress on camera. That sentence sounds a little ga-ga, doesn't it? But never mind, that's my life...As long as they pay me my salary, they can give me a broom and I'll sweep the stage. I don't give a damn. I want the money...When I die, I want to be cremated so that no sign of my existence is left on this earth. I can't wait to be forgotten." —From Kay Francis's private diaries, ca. 1938
I didn't particularly like the name Frances because I was told that not only was I named after a film-star, I was also named after a Great Aunt with the (to me) awfully embarrassing name of Aunty Fanny. I did not want to be named after an Aunty Fanny!!! No siree. (BTW here in the Antipodes, 'fanny' has a different meaning to the American version - it doesn't mean the rear end of your anatomy. Oh no. It means the front part. ) To have 'fanny' as any part of my name, was to me simply appalling! Luckily I had a grandfather whose second name was Francis, so I opted to be named after him, thank you very much. Problem solved.
Fact Four: My nickname as a child was Kaybells. This was because my father had teased his brother after he'd named his firstborn Joy, by calling her 'Joy Bells'. So when I was born and named Kay, Uncle Jack teased my father back by calling me 'Kay Bells'.
Fact Five: When I got married, I gave up my Scottish name McKenzie for an English name, Cooke. So when I began to write, I added the name McKenzie back in again. I always liked having the name McKenzie, mainly because of the 'z' in it. This made it a great name to have for when playing the Alphabet Game. Ever played the Alphabet Game? Someone stands up the front and calls out letters to everyone else standing at the back. When a letter that is in your name is called, you step forward. No-one else's name had a 'z', so to my mind this always gave me the winning edge.
Fact Six: My blogging name Chiefbiscuit came about because my husband and sons always get nicknamed 'Cookie'. As I'm actually the chief cook and bottlewasher, it stands to reason I should be called, 'Chief Cookie'. However, as that was a bit obvious, I decided Chiefbiscuit would do instead. Get it?
Fact Seven: I became a grandmother at the age 43, which seemed excessively young to me at the time and so I didn't want to be called Nana or Granny or Gran'ma. Besides, because of a complicated 21st century set-up, my granddaughter had three grandmothers - now she's got four! So B calls me Kay. (Sometimes tho' she calls me 'Gran'ma Kay'.) I think when more grandchildren come along, I'm actually ready now to be called Gran'ma K.
Fact Eight: I will be 54 years old tomorrow. Yes, it is my birthday, Monday 25th June. And the weather is forecast to be very cold, with sleet and snow to sea-level. So, what's different? It's always bad weather on my birthday. Which makes me feel ... kinda special actually.
I tag: Kumonkey, Mcdinzie, Dinzie, Becky, Anne, Kamsin, Carole and Catherine.
Cheers! (My shout.) Which is 'kiwi' for 'my turn' ... to buy the drinks or whatever - cos it's my birthday, you see. Although, I always think it should be the other way around. Don't you? If it's your birthday shouldn't people be buying YOU the drinks? But anyway, I will be providing the morning tea at work tomorrow. My shout.