Apparently I just want to love people. And I have a smile that threatens to eat my entire face. I get overexcited about relatively small things, especially thoughtful gestures, surprises, happy people and badgers.
I talk too much, and am usually far too open and say too much as well. I wear my emotions on my face, and wipe them on my sleeve. This has proved to be a disadvantage at work on occasions, but is always amusing. I am, however, learning to tame the inner me and put on the poker face of executive joy...
I will move mountains for those I love, who are many in number. I will move mountains for total strangers if they are good people with mountains in their way.
I make awesome cups of tea (so long as they are either Earl Grey, black, one sugar; or PG Tips, very milky with one sweetener - the rest I have yet to master).
There are too many paragraphs here beginning "I", which is bad form. Although it is a self-summary, so I guess it's inevitable that it will be self-centered.