special kind of heroes

The question that we won with at the family Mr and Mrs quiz at Christmas, was 'if you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?' Now, I've always fancied Iceland so I did contemplate that, but when it comes down to it, the place I'd most like to go is the place I already go to several times a year - Dufton, where my parents live. I was pleased my boyfriend knows this about me, that whilst I'm not lacking in hopes and dreams, I actually don't have a bucket list of places to visit before I die, I'm content with the wonders I've already experienced and anything extra to come is a bonus.
And so it may not surprise you that my answer is similar to another wishlist question I was recently asked. If I could invite any 3 people living or dead to a meal who would they be? Any!! And so I got deliberating - it would be interesting to learn more about how Rosa Parkes felt after her actions. But do you know, at school I was once asked to write an essay on a hero of mine and whilst others picked popstars and footballers, I wrote about my auntie battling breast cancer. I have never been one for fame and conventional greatness and so the people I most want to learn more about and spend time with are, you guessed it, those I already love. And so last night I took two of my favourite people out for pizza with a whole list of reasons for celebrating, such as good school reports. But actually for me it's cos they are the people I most want to dine with. Even tho I dine with them most days. And even tho they read minecraft books for most of the meal. Most meals we all fall out over something but they're still who I choose. I know this might not be the point of the question, maybe I lack imagination, but it helped me realize how grateful I am to get to spend time with those I love, so it was a helpful question. Anything that helps me appreciate what I have is good - it's easy to get into that space of bemoaning having to cook yet another meal for picky punters, instead of noticing how lucky I am to eat with my favourite people.

And that third place? I have a humorous image of all of my friends piled on top of one another balanced on the one chair. All those people already in my life whom I love dearly and wish I could eat with daily. So pull up a chair and crack open the hummous, there's going to be a feast and you're definitely invited. As long as you don't mind other people's knees ;-)