A. 'Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.' C. S. Lewis
A. Death. Mine and the people I love.
A. Ask my husband. Housework related inadequacies probably.
A. Don't roll your eyes: writing the first chapter of my latest Big Idea (the stage when you're still madly in love before it becomes a 'steady relationship' that you have to work at). This would be happening in my office/treehouse, a glass-fronted shipping container in the branches of the oak tree in my garden in the country. If I had an oak tree. Or a garden in the country.
On equal pegging would be fossil hunting in Lyme Regis, or eating blue cheese.