1) Today, the kids school belatedly celebrated World Book Day - if you were to do the same which book would you chose to take to school and which character would you chose to dress up as.
Assuming I can choose a wide range of years in school, as this would probably bore younger kids to death... IN THIS HOUSE OF BREDE by Rumer Godden, which is my favorite book in all the world. Of all the nuns to dress up as, I'd choose Dame Philippa, because in the course of the book, we see her in everything from stylish lay clothes through all the stages of Benedictine habit changes: postulant, novice, simply professed, solemnly professed choir nun. She doesn't get to wear a wedding dress at her clothing ceremony because she enters as a widow, but that's no big deal to me.
2) Because world book day and International Women's Day were so close together, Angharad decided to go to school dressed as Frida Kahlo. On a similar theme, if you were to attend a heroes and heroines party, who would you go as?
I'm probably not supposed to inject anything even vaguely political here, but I'd go as Hillary Clinton (hey, I'd look good in a nice burgundy pantsuit ). She's spent her entire life in service, particularly to children and paving the way for women's opportunities, and she deserves to be recognized for that.
3) Who made you feel good this week and how did they do it?
@catrinlliarjones and a lot of other lovely ladies on Facebook. I had a do-I-have-breast-cancer? scare and their support and well-wishes made me feel a whole lot better. I don't have it, by the way. Talk about dodging a bullet...
4) What is the worst travel experience you've ever had?
This wasn't exactly travel-for-pleasure, but the normally pleasant summer weather in Southern California was a bear when I had to fly out there for my mother's funeral. For nine days running, it was 113 F (45 C); and, since my mother never felt hot no matter what the temperature was, she had neither air conditioning nor fans in her house. Ugh.
5) Tell us about something you passionately believe in.
That no one (like me) who reaches the age of 50 and still acts/feels like a child ever has to grow up. You need only look at my houseful of Squishables, stuffed animals, action figures, and other toys to know that.
Of course, there are other, much more serious things, but until I'm notified otherwise, this is not the forum in which to expound upon them.