Not the complicated thingy on the end of your wrist, nor yet anything you may have been dealt, but your handwriting. Love it? Loathe it? Secretly proud of the fact that no one can read it but you, and sometimes not even then?
Pick Your Era
If you could choose a home from any architectural era or style, which would it be? (Note: it’s just the house you’re picking. You don’t have to live in the time it was built!)
Who Will You Be When You Grow Up?
Or if that’s too hard a question to ask, the future being a far and mysterious place, who do you think you’ll look like?
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I myself expect that when I get well and truly old I will look like Nanny Ogg, of whom it is said in Lords and Ladies that “time had left her with a body that could only be called comfortable and a face like Mr Grape the Happy Raisin.”
Except I hope to have a) more teeth and b) fewer husbands.