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| I was watching 'Perry Mason'
and almost came up with that anecdote. Again. That one about how
the music at the start of the programme used the scare the pants off us
children in the early sixties, as we walked up the dark stairs to our
beds. The boys have heard the story before. More than once. It's part of
our family folklore.
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| Like, how Mum
always (but always) has to watch 'Columbo'
when it is showing on TV. Stuart would like to include 'Quincy M.E.' in this list of 'Mum's
Unmissables'; but I've long outgrown Quincy's little foibles. As has the
person who started this tribute website,
apparently. Back in 1996. Before going off on his boat, maybe?
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other little TV rituals in our house, which must be endured. We always
watch the Boat Race
- except when we get back from Saturday shopping to
find we've missed it - well, the average race is about 18 mins. This year
it was on a Sunday evening. Far more sensible.
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the Grand National,
which should be less of a blood sport this year as
they are 'safening' the hurdles. And the Derby
run right next to where I was born, originally on the first
Wednesday in June.* One year, I remember listening to the first half of the
race on my Walkman as my train entered the Hastings/St Leonards tunnel,
and catching the last moments of the race when the train emerged.
*not on an horse, and not in June, neither
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| And, of
course, the Eurovision Song Contest.
Unmissable. My boys have been
subjected to this all their lives, and I think others are finally starting
to get the point. The point? There is none. It's just one of those
pointless enjoyable exercises in life, this time signalling the official
start of summer and the silly season.
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| Speaking of
detectives, I've forgotten the name of one of my favourites. He is an L A
P I (a Lapi, to you) and his dad's name is Frank. Can anyone help?
[postscript: of course it's 'The Rockford Files'!]
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Smiley
Face
| Monday
29 March
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| "When
you're smiling, when you're smiling; the whole world smiles with
you..." etc.
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| This may
not work when you're strolling along the road in the wind and rain
and you beam at passers-by. They may well be inclined to cross the road in
terror. It's easy to smile when the sun is shining, you're in love and
your ship has just come in (whichever particular boat that may be).
Not so easy when your cat has just died, the kids are playing up and you
don't know how to find the available funds to pay for all that
electricity, gas and water coming into the house. Though, in the case of
water, perhaps that should 'going out of the house'. A stroll along the
Internet Highway is one good way of cheering up and getting an education
along the way. An informative and entertaining way to pass the miserable
hours is to be found @ The Straight Dope.
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Upsidedown World.
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| Leap
Year
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29 February
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like a special day. We only get one once every four years. So what's
everyone doing? Not a great deal, it would appear.
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| Major
events in history on this day? Dying, being born, excommunicating,
persecuting, burning at the stake:
1212
Honen,
founder of the Jodo sect of Japanese Pure Land Buddhism, died in Kyoto.
1468
Pope Paul III was born. Paul would play an important role in the
Protestant Reformation, excommunicating King Henry VIII, giving official approval to the
Jesuits, initiating the Inquisition against Protestants,
and more.
1528
Scottish reformer
Patrick Hamilton was burned at the stake at the age of 24, making him one of
the first martyrs of the Scottish Reformation.
1692
The Salem Witch
Trials began when Tituba, the female slave of the Reverend Samuel Parris, Sarah
Goode, and Sarah Osborne were all arrested and accused of witchcraft.
1736
Anna Lee, founder of
the Shaker Movement in America, was born in Manchester, England.
1904
Adolph Blaine
Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin
Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor William
Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenberdorft Sr. was born near
Hamburg, Germany; he had a Christian name for every letter in the alphabet
and shortened it to Mr Wolfe Plus 585 Sr.
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another day. Think I'll go and watch the flowers grow....
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| "A weblog (sometimes called a blog or a newspage or a
filter) is a webpage where a weblogger (sometimes called a blogger, or a
pre-surfer) 'logs' all the other webpages she finds interesting." — Jorn
Barger, Weblog Guru
| Saturday
28
February
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| Website
bookmarks. Suddenly the sun comes out and all becomes clear (I ought to
clean my windows). Scrolling down my 'favorites' I have invented a new
game; 'Guess who logged this one?'. For example, you'd be wrong in
thinking that Star Wreck
is one of mine. I actually nabbed it for stu, though I'm not sure that he
ever got around to viewing it. Conversely, wouldn't you say that Rare names from Mythology
was one of winnie's, in keeping with her fascination for
Greece/mythology/names? Wrong. It was Kate and Alex's search for a name
for the kitten. They decided she was a 'Nona' (one of the Fates). When
Nona started walking funny a few months later, we soon discovered what the
problem was. 'She' was a 'He'. They promptly searched the site again and
came up with 'Morpheus'. I find this totally confuses the poor animal who
has only recently discovered his manhood and I still call him 'Nona'. He
doesn't mind.
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Ally's cat
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Crossing Bridges
| Thursday 26th
February
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| Crossing Bridges is the title of my unfinished novel which I began in 1995 (doesn't everyone have one, written or inside their head?). The problem was, I knew who my characters were but couldn't figure out what they were doing together or how things would progress between them. Isn't that life? We bumble along from crisis to crisis and sometimes wonder how we will ever surface. Truth is, we couldn't do it on our own.
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| Yesterday I decided to do something with my hair. Slowly over the years it has gone from strawberry blond to an interesting mixture. This not the first time I have attempted colouring my hair. Last time, with disastrous effects. This is another hurdle. Fading eyesight. When you pick up a bottle of 'medium brown' hair colourant in the chemist's instead of 'medium blonde', you end up with black hair! And have to walk round like that until it finally washes out. And every time you forget this disaster, having not looked in the mirror since it happened, in shame, some kind person is sure to remind you - 'It doesn't look so bad. I'm getting used to it.' You may be, sunshine, but I've always been blonde and I can't take this brunette look. I also noticed that people were treating me differently (call me paranoid). I'm not sure that blonds have more fun, but I certainly got away with more before I turned brunette.
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| Anyway, I asked Alex what he thought 'after the event' yesterday. 'Well, you haven't done it yet.' Didn't he notice me sat watching 'Whale Rider' with the towel wrapped round my head? Perhaps he is immune to Mum's little quirks. So, obviously, it's a subtle change. As Stuart said, 'It's only supposed to cover 50% grey.' That's all right, then.
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| Taking my new look outside to massacre the garden. The hydrangea needs its annual haircut and the ground elder is evil and will take over when your back is turned. Yes, I know it's frosty and freezing out. That's why we Brits are born with the pioneer spirit. Even the weather is against us.
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Wednesday 25th February 2004 |
Index to Pages
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Everybody seems to be getting into this blog thing. It
hasn't yet made it into my Penguin English Dictionary (2000) - bookcase
edition - but I'm sure it's only a matter of time. It's a C21st word.
Blog. |
Heard in the Newsgroups
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There are days when I have felt 'bloggish'. Sort of a
blah-blur-sog-fog day. These are usually not the days when I am blessed
with exotic flights of fancy and Confucian streams of consciousness.
However, nothing ventured, nothing gained (I would put that in Latin but I
never got around to learning it at school). |
Computer Quotations
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One Sunday morning in early 2000 we (that's my son Alex and
me) decided to go for walk. Being of an acquisitive bent, Alex's feet took
us past the rain-soaked fields of Hawkenbury and into town and the
Shopping Mall, in search of a modem for our PC. I will skip all the trials
and tribulations of finding a decent ISP and the fights over whose turn it
was 'on the PC' that followed. It was a time of discovery. Every time I
logged on, I followed a different path through a myriad of websites -
information, entertainment, fun. Finally, I decided to share some of this
wealth with others who may not have the time and good fortune to find the
gems that I had stumbled across. This was the start of whimsy, in March
2002. |
Fun Things
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SOME EARLIER BLOGS |
Story Index
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January 1st 1995 |
Reflections
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Well, a bit of a cheat really, as this is the 9th January
and I now feel guilty enough to start keeping this journal. |
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5 years and counting until the end of this century. Sorry -
I can't keep writing with this pen - it's dire! |
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For the first time, Stuart and Alex stayed awake for
midnight (Stu had a snore mid-evening which we'll gloss over) to see the
New Year in. We all put three layers on and went onto Forest Road
(literally in the deserted road) in time for the first fireworks just
before midnight. We knew when Big Ben had struck when the whistles,
cheering and fireworks started in earnest. It was eerie. We never saw
anyone - just sound effects. Stuart lay down in the middle of the road 'a
la Klinsman'. I saw a fox dive across the road like a massive Persian cat
at full belt. It was extremely cold. |
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We all had a sip of Scotch on arriving home and Alex rang
Gran in Perth, Scotland; speaking to Joyce first and telling her about the
seasonal teddy Father Christmas had given him. They started rushing around
like mad fleas at which point they were put to bed! |
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Monday 9th |
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Finally got around to sorting out the photos for 1994 and
sticking them in the scrapbooks I bought last Saturday in Friday-Ad. I
tried all over town to find the ring-binder scrapbooks by Silvine, but
no-one seems to stock them anymore. Scrapbooks in general are very thin on
the ground. I don't think children are that interested in hobbies these
days. At least my two boys will read, draw, listen to music, play with the
dog etc., as well as running around the house and causing general mayhem.
Stuart is mad on 'Queen', the rock group, so bought him an album made at
the time of his birth for his eleventh birthday this coming Friday. He was
born on Friday 13th and maintains that it is a lucky number for him, if
not for anyone else! |
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A member of the Family
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Everybody seems pretty miserable with post-Christmas blues
and the accompanying colds and flu. We don't have that problem in this
house. With Christmas and all three birthdays, all in three and a half
weeks, by the time that lot is over February is just around the corner,
and then Spring. Since Fluff arrived my poor garden looks totally worn
out. The lawn is full of dug dog trenches and any Spring flowers don't
stand a chance! |
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Thursday 19th |
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Heavy week this week with too hectic a schedule. I should be
in Brook Street temping agency learning Words for Windows, but after being
sick this morning I rang them with excuses. Tuesday was my 41st birthday
and I was spoilt rotten. 17 cards, to start with (beat Stuart's 9 cards).
Went to a talk at the Camden Centre, given by Tina Heath, ex-Blue Peter
presenter. We thought it was going to be advice on living with teenagers,
but it was more of a Christian testimony. Back to Carolyn's for lunch -
Tuna and Pasta Bake and chocolate torte with a candle on the top. Yum!
Flowers from Cathy, tights from Liz, and leggings from Carolyn. Didn't get
a birthday cake for the day, so yesterday I bought a 'naughty pets' cake
from Marks and Spencer's. Beautifully made. Expensive? Yes! at £8.99p,
but so much nicer than having to make my own. Then late evening brother
Colin rang me. Called in at the Browser's Market in the Camden Centre and
picked up some bargains. It's cheaper than charity shops or the auction
these days. I paid £4.99p for a blouse at British Heart Foundation before
Christmas. Blouses were priced at £1.99p when first I graced them with my
custom 3 years ago. Only problem with the Browsers Market is that I come
away with more books, when our house is already swimming in them! |
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Helped Carolyn and her brother Nick put a new ceiling in
young Nick's room. Their cat Pippa was put down yesterday. Although only 2
years old, she had a bad accident a year ago, her tail had to be amputated
and she has never been the same since. Very sad because she is their only
pet. They have decided to progress to a hamster. |
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Stuart had his 11+ exams last Wednesday and Thursday and was
shattered by Friday (his birthday). I didn't give any parties this year,
for the first time. In actual fact, I feel they are getting too old for
parties - or is it that I am feeling my age? On the Saturday, he went with
some friends tobogganing in East Grinstead, preceded by tea at friend
Steven's house. He enjoyed it, but the excitement gave him a sick headache
(again - too busy all week) and he was sick shortly after arriving home.
He bounced back the next day, as always, and was sorting stamps, playing
boardgames, making Airfix models - OTT, as usual. |
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Monday 23rd |
A Cat Tail
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'Lucky the lazy lump |
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lies on the boy's top bunk. |
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Again!' |
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After four days of the most atrocious sick headache I feel
weak but better today. |
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Finally got around to moving a number of daffodil bulbs
(already in leaf) into the front garden, in preparation for Fluff's
onslaught on all plants above ground level in back garden. Also moved rose
(what's left of it) as he has been using it as an anchor for his
marrowbone chewing. |
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It has stopped raining (at last!) after 3 inches in the past
week, and my washing is having a good blow.
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Must go and be blown along to school to collect Stuart and
Alex. Ta ta for now. |