I just christened my special dog-walking-in-the-dark beeny hat that has a little USB rechargeable lamp on the front of it (or you could put it in the back or side I suppose, but that's no bloody good to anyone is it?) as 'the Dalek Hat'.
J asked me why I called it that, so I put it on, pressed the button to turn the light on, put on my best Dalek voice and said
"Ill-umin-ate, Ill-umin-ate"
Why yes, that is very childish, thank you.
Oh right... umm, left I mean, it's apparently international left handers day.
I'm a sort of weird hybrid left-hander. Writing was the main way you're labelled as sinister of course, but it's pretty much the only thing I feel I can only do left-handed.
Apart maybe from the pub sports like darts, pool, snooker, all left handed.
Cricket, golf, right handed. Tennis, badminton, squash, serve right-handed, play shots with either.
Give me a jar to open, twist the top off left-handed. Give me a hammer, left-handed, screw-driver, right -handed please. Knife and fork, normal right-handed way.
What that says about my brain's make-up I don't know, but it does mean I have no need for the special left-handed versions of scissors!