Our K8 sent some questions to Herself to blog about.

For some reason she sent them via my mail, so I got to read them too. I thought I’d have a bash at them. It’ll be interesting to compare the answers, as I have no idea what Herself is going to write about.

1. If you were to come back as an animal in your next life, what would that animal be and why?

If I were feeling vindictive, I’d come back as a virus. Maybe Ebola. It seems to be indestructible. There again, collies seem to have a lot of fun, but I might end up in a place where they mistreat dogs. So I think I’ll come back as a dolphin. They always seem to be happy.

2. What would you do with 2 million euros?

The perennial question.

There are a few things outstanding that need to be done around the house. That wouldn’t take much though. I might get a newer car, but the one I have is going well. I’d stick a hundred grand in investments to supplement the pension, and I might even buy a place in France.

That would leave about one and a half million. I’d probably give the half to the Jack and Jill Foundation, because they deserve it. The rest I’d put in a trust fund for my grandson, Sean.

3. If you were Queen for a day, what would you do to change the world?

That’s easy. I’d hold a concert in the largest stadium I could find. I charge a fortune for the tickets because a LOT of people like Queen. The proceeds go to the Third World.

4. If there was to be a film made about you, who would you choose to play the leading role? (Actress can be living or deceased!)

I’m taking the liberty here of substituting ‘actor’, for obvious reasons.

A tricky one. I always liked Anthony Hopkins, but I don’t think he’s tall enough. That also rules out Tom Cruise which is great as I can’t stand him. Colm Meaney could be a contender, but I think I’d have to run with Harrison Ford.

5. Your fairy godmother grants you a dinner date with anybody from the past, present or future. Your choice. Who would that be?

Very tricky. Jesus would be an interesting choice, and there would be plenty of wine, but the language thing might be a bit of a problem. Any other historical figure would probably turn out to be a crashing bore in reality.

Someone I know would be interesting, and whom I would love to meet would be my grandfather.

But I think I’ll go in the opposite direction. I’d like to have dinner with my great great grandchildren. Their granny [my granddaughter] can sit in the corner, doing her knitting. I’d like to know how the family turned out, and whether this blog is still going. I could tell them all about The Good Old Days at the beginning of the 21st century.

Mind you, if my great great grandfather suddenly arrived for dinner some evening, it would probably scare the shit out of me.

I would probably lose my appetite.