1. My real name is Wendy. Dad
chose my names; his favourite story of all time was Peter Pan. My middle name
is Joy, named for his only sister in a family of 5 boys. When Aunty Joy had her
second daughter, it was on the day of my second birthday. Aunty Joy named her
baby "Wendy Joy" as well, which at the time upset my mother a little
bit.
2. I am a Trekker. I have been a
trekker ever since my parents let me stay up longer than 8:00pm to watch Star
Trek on TV. That was back in the black and white days, but still Star Trek's
imagery and what dialogue I could understand appealed to me. I became a fan. I
have struggled against liking each new Star Trek spin-off in their infancy
days, being loyal to The Original Series (or "TOS, as any Trekker or
Trekkie will tell you) but in time ST-TNG, DS 9, Voyager and Enterprise have
earned a place in my heart and on my library shelf.
3. Following on from No. 2 above,
I have an eye for William Shatner. He's the only one I would (probably) swap
for Pop. I won't say any more, as Thomas is hugely embarrassed by the object of
my lust (I think he calls him the "fat old man") and he will be
gagging reading this.
4. I am a fossicker. I like to
dig around for gems and pan for gold. In fact, I have been known to stop my car
next to a likely-looking West Coast stream in the middle of an NZ summer, rip
the hubcap off my car tyre with a determined gleam in my eye and sit in said
stream panning for gold. The most I found in this way was a test-tube full of
gold flakes. I think fossicking is in my blood - Dad & Grandpa had the bug
too. My dream retirement would be driving across Australia in a big Winnebago,
dogs in tow, fossicking our way from gemfield to gemfield.
5. I have a baby in heaven. Her
name is Chloe Rhiannon Archer *smiles and winks at Tom's littlest one*. I
wasn't supposed to be able to have children at all but just before my 40th
birthday I became pregnant. I didn't know I was expecting until I was around 25
weeks. I knew I was putting on weight but I didn't consider being pregnant
until I felt a tiny butterfly touch inside me. Unfortunately though Chloe's heart
stopped beating when I was 32 weeks and I gave birth to her the week after.
It was a roller-coaster 8 weeks but one that I wouldn't have missed for the
world, even knowing the awful ending to the story. I consider myself lucky to
have had a small taste of a different life - not a better life, but a different
life.
Thank you, Wendy, for sharing with us.
Readers, you're welcome to leave a comment below. Then stay tuned for Special Intermew with Wendy and Thomas on May 22nd.
Readers, you're welcome to leave a comment below. Then stay tuned for Special Intermew with Wendy and Thomas on May 22nd.
Herman!!!















