I thought it’ll be fun to share another 10 things about me. Everybody likes to be nosey, so here goes:
It’s Natalie with a T. That’s how I introduce myself and that’s how I like to hear and pronounce it. Apart from my family, few native English speakers say the T. It seems only people who’s first language isn’t English, say NaTalie. If I like you, you can call me NaT. I’ll accept a soft T with Nat.
WiFi will always be ‘wee-fee’ not ‘why-fi’. WiFi as a word came out after I left the UK, so it’ll always be ‘wee-fee’. It took me a while to release ‘why-fi’ was ‘wee-fee’ after hearing it on English TV.
If I don’t know a word in Spanish. I’ll say it in English with a Spanish accent. I find myself saying my name with an Spanish or French accent around Spanish or French. Around English speakers, English accent. It makes life easier.
I always check bananas and grapes for spider webs before purchasing. I’ve read one too many stories how houses were overrun by spiders sneaking in on bananas. One hint of a web, I put it back!
When I was little I used to love bananas. Now they freak me out. The smell, the touch. I only eat them now baked in cookies.
I don’t own a skirt. I think it’s rebellion against being a kid and having to wear them. I own about 3 dresses and I feel awkward wearing them. I don’t feel me. Give me shorts, legging, skinny jeans, I can dress them up or down and feel me in them!
In my teens I used to wear a lot of delicate silver necklaces. Now I can’t stand wearing necklaces. I literally feel like a weight is hanging around me. Even a simple chain. Lightweight scarves also have the same effect. Heavy winter weight scarves, I have no problems wearing, probably as they wrap around rather than hang/drape.
I can be a quite a bit of a bozo. I once went to the wrong luggage reclaim in another terminal and had to talk my way back in past security. I’ve no idea how I managed to end up in the wrong reclaim, when I followed the flight number and markings on the floor. The way the security people were so calm about it, I believe it happens more than you think.
On another flight, before landing, I stowed my iPad and phone in their case in the seat pocket as I always do. It wasn’t until I walked the causeway and through the automatic doors, I released I’d left them behind. That’s when I found out those automatic doors only open one way. From the plane. I had to wait 2 days before I could pick them up from a warehouse located in the depths of Essex. I did have fun driving those country roads with my Mum though!
Have you ever left valuables behind on flights? What’s one of your all time favourite movies?