Some random facts about me (because I feel like it)

At the moment I'm writing a series of short stories about online dating because it's such a fascinating subject. I have never tried Internet dating myself, but I have witnessed other people's lives being engulfed by computer screens and too-good-to-be-true lovers. I find the whole thing extremely interesting.

I think more or less all my ex-boyfriends hate me.

I no longer make six fifty an hour which is kind of an improvement, but the job I've been doing for the last few months is now spoken for and I have a couple of weeks to clear up my desk for someone else to step into the role. Such is life of a temp. Overqualified, under-paid, under-valued, an expendable commodity to be discarded anytime, no courtesy required or expected. It's all in my contract, really. I'm an idiot to be surprised.

I'm supposed to be trying to become a teacher, but Wolverhampton University has been keeping me in suspense about whether I got in their teacher training course for faaaaaaar too long. If anyone from the Wolverhampton School of Education is reading this, I think I speak for myself and all the other candidates when I say: What the !@:* is going on??? Please, please, just put us out of our misery.

My deep sense of work ethic sometimes borders on workaholism. I really like working, and studying. Really, I do. Does that make me a freak? This absolutely excludes housework though. When it comes to housework, someone should probably nominate me for the next series of 'How clean is your house'.

I am technically Spanish but in a very un-Spanish kind of way. (And for those Americans out there, this is Spanish from Spain, Spain in Europe? Next to France? France where Paris is? Oh, never mind.) I speak quietly, don't iron my clothes, don't over-dress my son, not even for family occasions, and I don't constantly feel the need to exude evidence of my social status for the benefit of strangers in the street. And I like English breakfasts. Really. They're lovely, you should try them.

My husband is unreasonably clever, kind, funny and good looking. And more or less good at everything. It can be very irritating. He even writes better than me, and writing is MY thing. (Did you hear that Laurie? Writing is MY thing!) He also has a real job. The kind where you get an Internet connection, a telephone that allows outgoing calls and a hamper for Christmas. The kind where you have private medical insurance and tons of holidays and annual bonuses that more or less add up to what I make in a year.
Mostly I married him out of curiosity. I thought that somewhere he must be hiding a really big flaw. My Mum thought so too, you could ask her. But we're both still waiting.

I usually get on better with men than with women. I don't know why this is. I think perhaps I think them less devious, more upfront.

I think that the culture of political correctness in Britain has gone way too far. You can have too much of a good thing. Ditto the litigation culture. Please, people, can we stop over-legislating?

I keep hearing that money doesn't buy happiness but I'd like to find out first-hand.

I love Isabel Allende. She writes like I'd like to write. She writes what I like to read. She tells the truth, not focusing on, not ignoring, what it's not pleasant to talk about.

I have terrible hair that always looks like I haven't combed it in a week.

If I could have just one wish come true, that wouldn't be great. This is because there are many things I want, and the powers that be would surely feel justified in not granting me any other favours, now I've had a special wish come true and everything.
In that situation, I would probably wish for good health, just to be on the safe side.
But if I could have good health, along with good health for those I love etc, and still got to make a wish, I would then wish to still be friends with all the people I've ever been friends with. I would wish to still be in touch with the gang from Spain, with my two ex-best friends, with my ex-boyfriend Peter. Also, with the guys from residential school, and my colleagues at Starbucks (this was a long time ago). Basically, with everyone who has, for one reason or another, mattered and then faded from my life. I'm good at moving around, not so good at keeping in touch.