Dear Children….

When I read that the Friday Club prompt for this week was to share five things I want my children to know about me, I thought I might give this one a miss because I really couldn’t think of five things that they don’t already know.  Then, a post I read over at Typecast about making memories for our children made me think about what my first memory was which made me realise that my memories aren’t written down anywhere.  

My children and their children will be able to look back at my blog and remember lots of the fun and special moments we had together but I can’t do that, I just have whats in my head (and a box of old photos) and that makes me a bit sad. 

I’d love to have a way to remember so many of the special things that I did with my mam when I was young, especially now that she’s not with me anymore. 

So today, I’m going to share five completely random facts about me with you today, none of them particularly important but all of them are things that my children don’t know about me:

• I once closed the travel agency that I was managing because I heard from one of our other branches that Oasis were sat in the bar at our local airport and I wanted to go get their autographs.
• In first year juniors, I didn’t fill in an answer in a test booklet that I handed in as I didn’t know what it was.  When the booklet was handed back out after it had been marked, I realised I knew the answer and filled it in.  For about the next six months I felt guilty as I thought I’d cheated and I wouldn’t use my pillow in bed as a punishment – I let my teddies have it instead.
• My earliest memory is from a family holiday to the USA when I remember biting our host’s daughter because she wouldn’t let me have a go on her tricycle (thanks for reminding me Nickie ).
• I’m lucky enough to have visited some fantastic places including Paris, Barcelona, Rome, Verona, Venice, Monaco, Nice, Amsterdam, Salzburg, Cairo and Dubrovnik as well as loads of  the more usual holiday places.
• This is a horrible one to admit so don’t hate me.  I’m spoilt   My mam and dad and brother always spoilt me when I was younger and I always got what I wanted, both materially and emotionally and when I met Mr Frugal, he kind of took over.  Don’t get me wrong we have had our problems but essentially, I get what I want although I sometimes let him think that what I want is what he wants so he thinks he’s getting the final say.

And as an extra fact, let’s call it a bonus fact, I’m going to share my hairstyle from when I was eight (same age Miss Frugal is now):

I know I’ve probably shared this picture before but it really is so funny that it’s worth a second outing….