Today it's our stop on The Cornish Village School blog tour and it's my pleasure to hand the reins of the blog over to author Kitty Wilson to tell us her five favourite things.I am a lover not a fighter and there are many things I proclaim to love, love, love on a daily basis. But, five things in my life remain a constant and I thought I would share them. I apologise in advance to my dog for not including him, but when he stops raiding the bin and hiding its contents around the house then he may be included. This morning is not that day.
- Obviously, books. Books were always going to make this list. My mother has always claimed I was some kind of prodigious genius, reading at three years old. I have never believed her, but I do remember spending all my time as a child reading. My parents were very supportive, they provided the books after all, but a constant refrain of my childhood was ‘will you put that ** book down’ (colourful language flowed in our house like water although never in a malicious way). This sounds unreasonable but when you’ve taken your child for a day out, or on holiday, and she’s tripping over because she insists on reading even whilst walking, you can understand why. I used to stash books in my socks. I also remember gleefully stealing one of my mother’s Jilly Coopers when I was eight years old, convinced I was old enough to read anything - it took me until chapter five before I had to admit I didn’t understand a word and slunk it back again. I frequently skipped school to go to the library. Books have always been my life.
- Food. All of us like food, otherwise we die, but I am a woman obsessed. I kept a diary as a child, it was minimal but it did exist. It would be fair to assume it would be about books, or as I grew older, boys. Alas, no! When I rediscovered my old diaries, they were full of short entries like this – ‘I had two Weetabix for breakfast and ate them before they got soggy, then Mum cooked us chicken mince for lunch. Yum!’ As an adult I wasn’t aware that chicken mince was a thing, but seven-year-old me lapped it up. It was a recurring favourite. ‘N. came to play and we had Findus crispy pancakes. I love them.’ In my twenties I would shamefully slide a packet into the bottom of my trolley and eat them secretly at night. I had one boyfriend who said it was a sackable offence. He was never going to last. These days I have a shocking food habit and am mocked relentlessly because I claim gooseberry coulis is a staple. It is. When not reading as a child I would bake. My parents were subject to a range of phases, from green and purple sponges, to the much-preferred pineapple upside down cake. The first promotional tool I ordered upon publication - edible cake toppers with my book cover on them, and I can safely say - they were yum, I love them!
