SWEET!

I am not often accused of being sweet - I think acerbic describes me better - but a member of my online Writers' Forum gave me a "Sweet Award" -thank you, Sweetpea - so now I must answer a few easy questions:

Cookies or cake?
When I am in England I usually buy a £1 bag of spicy cookies from Sainsbury, so that must be the answer.

Chocolate or Vanilla?
No contest - chocolate almost every time, though a creamy vanilla ice cream takes some beating.

Favourite Sweet Treat?
Lemon cheesecake with crunchy digestive biscuit base - I make a splendid one of those when there are enough people around to help eat it.
But then I also love Carrot Cake with cream cheese topping - I make that too. And flapjack.
And fresh cream cakes.  And Raspberry Pavlova.

Someone stop me, please!

When do you crave sweet things the most?
RIGHT NOW!
Unfortunately I am not allowed sweet things so my self-indulgent moments are rare.

If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?
Peppermint rock, because wherever you cut me you would find words.


That was more fun than I expected, Sweetpea, so thank you again - and now I must pass the award on:

My first choice is Baggy - she knows why - and also Dora, because she can only comment on my blog as Anon and I've had to stop anonymous comments.

GONE FISHING

   Not actually fishing, because our friends haven't got their yacht sea-worthy yet, but a drink on board to have a look round is way overdue, so we're off this afternoon to the marina.
(Note the subtle way I drop a yacht into the conversation?)
Davey and Nora actually lived on their boat for some years, trolling round the coast of America, but their on-land home is an apartment near us. We met them in the local bar when they'd just bought it and were moving in with no electricity turned on, so we invited them to breakfast. We've been friends ever since, and last year I held Nora's hand when Davey was sailing single-handed across the Atlantic. Forty days without knowing if he was alive or dead culminated in a triumphant arrival, and when he showed me his personal log of the voyage I typed it up and told him he should at least publish it for his grandchildren.
He demurred. I persisted. He asked me to edit it. I was proud to be asked. He added an explanation of one or two technical terms and inserted photos. He hasn't chosen a printing firm yet, but he has joined our Writers' Square. Baby steps.
Requests to see the boat were met with "She needs a lot of TLC first," but finally they've succumbed. I shall take photos and maybe, if you're very good, post them on my blog.
Oh yes - and another follower very kindly gave me his own personal award when he commented on my blog yesterday - thank you, Maurice.

AWARDS!

 WOW! Two of my followers gave me an award on the same day. No big deal, you may think - they give them away like party bags - but I am well chuffed.
There were several questions I had to answer so I've opened a page called - wait for it - AWARDS. Check it out.