The Rules:

Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged.

1. What I was doing 10 years ago:

This makes me feel nice and young. Ten years ago I was looking forward to the end of my second year in secondary school - six weeks summer holiday back then, that's a lot more than I get this year :).

2. What 5 things are on on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):

Write lesson plans for this coming week
Buy some more food
Cook and eat said food
Hang up the washing :(
Write a quick short story for the end of this post - check :)

3. Snacks I enjoy:

Crisps
Chocolate/sweets
Peanuts
Yoghurt

Probably in that order too.

4. Things I would do if I was a billionaire:

Travel
Buy houses for my family members
Travel
Buy some land in Uganda and plant trees
Travel
Publish a book, even if I had to buy the publishing place :)
Travel
Get an unpaid job in conservation or charity
And I've forgotten something, oh yes, travel :D

5. Places I have lived:

England
Scotland
South Korea

I tag the following:

Reinette58
the-living-dead
nuvolenere
oldblindog
(I'll leave it at four, as I think a lot of you other guys have already had it.)

Okay, now for the very short story:

Truth? You want the truth? No, I don't think you do, not really. You do? Are you sure? Cos if you're sure, I'll tell you. I don't mind being frank about it. Fine. You really want to know what I think? Well, I don't like it. There I said it. I don't like you. I don't like my role in your life. I hate what you've reduced me to. Everyday you throw your rubbish at me, expecting me to be able to deal with it all, as if that's all I am to you. I can't take it anymore; I'm tired of always being there for you. When have you ever been there for me? You leave me out in the cold, the wind, the rain of my life. You open and shut my mouth as if I'm a puppet in your little show. You never invite me in, and you never give me the best of what you have... not until it's the worst. Every week you leave me in the hands of strangers, people who disrespect me, people who throw me around and leave me battered and tired in the early hours of the morning. I can't do it anymore. Even with the lemon-perfumed bin bags you've started using, it just isn't worth it. I quit. Find yourself a new wheelie bin.