<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470</id><updated>2011-08-03T00:23:04.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Midge's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-753455535513703203</id><published>2011-01-16T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:26:20.107Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OK there's no excuse for my absence, apart from apathy, summer holidays, and basically leading a very boring life.&amp;nbsp; Normality also stopped for a few months after loosing my dad in October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TTNpenXEumI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-2IThLBf2i4/s1600/img007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TTNpenXEumI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-2IThLBf2i4/s320/img007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dad in his acting days after the 2nd World War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TTNsEaw69CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fwbPDNfBdWg/s1600/IMG_1684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TTNsEaw69CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fwbPDNfBdWg/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And in May 2010 aged 89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;However, it's a New Year and one should make an effort, if not least because I need a place to laugh at the upcoming Royal Wedding.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong I am a Royalist, but as P.William has kept Katy waiting til he's loosing his hair and she's past her early twenties so has to work at looking good and making sure she's at the right angle for photos, then it's open season at pulling holes in the big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hole No. 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Katy is apparently going to arrive in a boring black car with police escort.&amp;nbsp; Traditionally she should arrive in an open carriage with police escort.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trying to make out she's still a commoner and one of us&amp;nbsp;til the&amp;nbsp;very last minute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Commoner is an odd word to call someone and in my opinion quite rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hole No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;They are going to have a buffet.&amp;nbsp; I have nothing against buffets, Mr Imo and I had a buffet.&amp;nbsp; But then we only had 100 guests and could circulate and talk to every single person there.&amp;nbsp; K and&amp;nbsp;W have access to footmen, butlers and maids and posh cutlery and glass, not to mention big dinning tables and lots of chairs.&amp;nbsp;SO WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;watch this space for Hole No. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face Book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have finally given in to being nosey and joined Face Book - well it was either that or Twitter to see what all the fuss is about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;managed to get&amp;nbsp;14 friends in the space of about 12 hours, and it would probably be more then that if I just randomily clicked on every single name that pops up.&amp;nbsp; Apparently it's addictive but I've only been on 3 times today so far&amp;nbsp;(just to check you understand) so that's not addictive - yet.&amp;nbsp; And I haven't linked up my phone to FB (that's&amp;nbsp;how they refer to Face Book)&amp;nbsp;- yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We have two new shops in Bishops Stortford - The Steamer Cook Shop and White Stuff.&amp;nbsp; This makes&amp;nbsp;Imo very happy, but broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promises (not empty one's)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Next Blog coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-753455535513703203?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/753455535513703203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/753455535513703203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/753455535513703203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TTNpenXEumI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-2IThLBf2i4/s72-c/img007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-7610170987868798133</id><published>2010-07-08T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:03:31.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We want your money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So Boy No. 2 has had his taster day at the&amp;nbsp;boys&amp;nbsp;Senior School, and the best bit was lunch - apparently.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I then had to drag him back for the Year 7 Intake meeting in the evening - which to give them their due only lasted 55 minutes, a vast improvement on when I went with Boy No. 1 a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So first the good news................ we are no longer being held ransom in having to provide our little darlings with a Notebook at the very reasonable price of £350.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would like to think that the school came to their senses and realised that boys would be getting mugged on the way to and from their premises&amp;nbsp;which would make for&amp;nbsp;bad press and that they can't actually make parents pay for the things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So instead we now have to provide the little darlings with their very own iPod touch or iPhone which only costs £152 - cue boys getting mugged on the way to and from the school premises once it gets out that every boy will carrying an iphone on them!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Luckily though, they don't have to have them til January - 'it will make a nice Christmas Present'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The reason for having to have a iPod Touch or iPhone was as follows:&amp;nbsp; We want our boys to keep up with mobile technology.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pfffft............. not one mention of how this technology will actually get used in lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What made me really laugh was the bit about lockers.&amp;nbsp; A locker for the year will cost £6.&amp;nbsp; If you have difficulty in meeting the cost, please contact the school, in confidence, where we will be happy to try and work out a solution.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hahaha.&amp;nbsp; This option is not offered on the iPod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;had to forego watching the Mens Final (at home obviously) as we had a barbarcue to go to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK keep up............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mr Imo's dad is one of three brothers, he is the oldest.&amp;nbsp; The middle one has three children, Mr I's cousins, one is married and living in New Zealand, one lives in Australia and married an Australian and the other one was in Australia for his brothers wedding/holiday and got married out there himself as a surprise.&amp;nbsp; So the&amp;nbsp;BBQ was to celebrate the two Aussie Weddings as all three cousins were back in the same place at the same time.&amp;nbsp; At the same time the youngest brother&amp;nbsp;also has three boys (more cousins all grown up now) the middle grown up boy&amp;nbsp;works as a sound engineer - currently on the iTunes festival in London.&amp;nbsp; Boy No. 1 is interested in doing this for a living, and will now be going up to see back stage at iTunes - yay.&amp;nbsp; This was the good bit of the BBQ, the following photos are the not so good bit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother-in-Law, Sister-in-Law, Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TDY6rwVw_tI/AAAAAAAAADg/xOO-9voCIAw/s1600/IMG_1751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TDY6rwVw_tI/AAAAAAAAADg/xOO-9voCIAw/s400/IMG_1751.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two minutes after the above photo was taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TDY63skgBvI/AAAAAAAAADo/03xMhix6K5M/s1600/IMG_1753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TDY63skgBvI/AAAAAAAAADo/03xMhix6K5M/s400/IMG_1753.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sadly no one managed to take a video, or even a photo of the three of us getting folded up in&amp;nbsp;the bench - it would have made a killing on Opps TV.&amp;nbsp; My dress is now in the wash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The bench was only three weeks old - purchased as extra seating for the BBQ&amp;nbsp;and it was&amp;nbsp;self assembly.&amp;nbsp; Looking at it in bits, the bits that slot into the other bits looked pretty flimsy, so it's not our fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Finally.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;As all three boys were reasonally smart I attempted to get a sensible photo once we were back home.&amp;nbsp; Here it is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TDY7NeJsT-I/AAAAAAAAADw/xIw35RRr37g/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TDY7NeJsT-I/AAAAAAAAADw/xIw35RRr37g/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The head in the background is one of my mothers efforts from Sculpture Classs - they used to practice using breeze blocks.&amp;nbsp; This one is called Albert, but I also have an Inga - aren't I a lucky girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-7610170987868798133?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7610170987868798133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-want-your-money.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/7610170987868798133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/7610170987868798133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-want-your-money.html' title='We want your money!'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TDY6rwVw_tI/AAAAAAAAADg/xOO-9voCIAw/s72-c/IMG_1751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-4769536383335431107</id><published>2010-06-19T15:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:38:26.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trend Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I do realise that Converse trainers are universally popular.&amp;nbsp; However, for the last few years I have been the only one to sport these on my feet outside the schoolgates.&amp;nbsp; This season, however, everyone and their mothers (probably) are wearing them.&amp;nbsp; Which is fine, as mine look worn in (very worn in) and so flaunt their owner as not being one to follow a trend - I am the trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;However, my Converse (both pairs) are dying and need to be replaced.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly I will be demoted to Trend Follower, not Trend Setter - this is not good.&amp;nbsp; I could train Boy No. 3 to walk out of school and find the car, so I don't have to get out which is fine on the days I drive, but what about when I walk - I will have to hide my feet.&amp;nbsp; Aghhhhhhhhhh&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's true - women can multi-task.&amp;nbsp; I followed a women down the road the other day, and she was waving a mobile around in one hand, (couldn't tell if she was trying to text or talk into the thing),&amp;nbsp;moving a fag in and out of her mouth with the other, and driving across a roundabout.&amp;nbsp; Now that's talent, that is&amp;nbsp;until the day she&amp;nbsp;drops her fag, has a nasty burn, crashes the car and gets booked for using her mobile whilst driving.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Boy No. 2's phone had to go into hospital (the phone shop) as the battery decided to alarmingly expand, so much so that the back cover was broken off (see previous post for photo evidence).&amp;nbsp; Both bits were sent off by Vodaphone over 2 weeks ago now.&amp;nbsp; I am starting to get annoyed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1st shop assistant:&amp;nbsp; It will take 4 days for the replacement battery and back to be delivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I go back in after 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2nd shop assistant:&amp;nbsp; Oh no it will take up to a week.&amp;nbsp; I'll chase it up for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I go back in after a week and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3rd shop assistant:&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; It can take two weeks to get the replacements.&amp;nbsp; We'll phone you to stop you having to come in all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It will be 3 weeks next Tuesday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm going back in - wish me luck, I may no responsible for my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Have since realised I have no spare money so my trend dilemma can go on the back burner for a couple of months.&amp;nbsp; phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-4769536383335431107?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4769536383335431107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-trend-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/4769536383335431107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/4769536383335431107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-trend-dilemma.html' title='My Trend Dilemma'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-4384704536450879092</id><published>2010-06-04T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:42:42.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Trend Setter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Official&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have named myself as the chief trend setter in paving the way for white cars.&amp;nbsp; I saw 5 new cars in the space of 10 minutes today, all white and&amp;nbsp;with 59 or 10 number plates.&amp;nbsp; However, I am now not unique as there is at least one other white Micra driving around Stortford - how dare they!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Night Out - Robin Hood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all NBF&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; stood us up, we failed to go on a CACTUS&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; so had to go&amp;nbsp;on an ORANGE&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;instead,&amp;nbsp;Empire then had no Minstrels so I had to go for the buttons, which melted during the course of the film, and Pinkele had a fight with the popcorn.&amp;nbsp; However, Russell Crowe was OK as Robin - albeit a bit on the beafy side and he seemed to mutter a lot (probably to cover up the lousy accent).&amp;nbsp; Cate Blanchett made a slightly off putting middle aged Maid Marion and the attraction between the two&amp;nbsp;characters was not very believable.&amp;nbsp; Friar Tuck looked just like Nick Frost (goes off to Goggle) wrong - it was Mark Addy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAfnpK6BIlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pwFgJkTzuvc/s1600/mark+addy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAfnpK6BIlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pwFgJkTzuvc/s200/mark+addy.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAfnuXNY0nI/AAAAAAAAADA/l0Gh5bjsces/s1600/nick+frost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAfnuXNY0nI/AAAAAAAAADA/l0Gh5bjsces/s200/nick+frost.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See there is a likeness - really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;SO consensus on Robin Hood&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Imo thought it was good, would watch it again and&amp;nbsp;her favourite character was King John (this is&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;wrong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Result:&amp;nbsp;Imo will watch and enjoy any rubbish so don't take any of her reviews to heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life in the House of Imo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So I've decided it's time to show a little insight in the house of Imo.&amp;nbsp; Looking around the house last weekend, Boy No. 1 had a giant space hopper in his room&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (he's 14).&amp;nbsp; Boy No. 2's phone had exploded (only had it since Christmas)&amp;nbsp;and Boy No. 3&amp;nbsp;was in a box&amp;nbsp; (he's&amp;nbsp;8, so this sort of behaviour is&amp;nbsp; acceptable).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAk37ZSzIHI/AAAAAAAAADY/xGkHG0UOy-w/s1600/IMG_1702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAk37ZSzIHI/AAAAAAAAADY/xGkHG0UOy-w/s320/IMG_1702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bed is mine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAk3iFoAHgI/AAAAAAAAADI/JEPQK1ps-5g/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAk3iFoAHgI/AAAAAAAAADI/JEPQK1ps-5g/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Vodaphone shop had never seen anything like it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAk300rXrZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yifA4y4_tRs/s1600/IMG_1701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAk300rXrZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yifA4y4_tRs/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danger - please do not feed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; NBF = new best friend a.k.a. Keith with the pathetic excuse that he was off on a photo shoot to Barcelona the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; CACTUS = cheep as chips Tuesday at the local cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;ORANGE = two for the price of one on Wednesday if you've got an orange phone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Neither of us had, but it's the thought that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-4384704536450879092?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4384704536450879092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-trend-setter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/4384704536450879092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/4384704536450879092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-trend-setter.html' title='I am a Trend Setter'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/TAfnpK6BIlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pwFgJkTzuvc/s72-c/mark+addy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-3434272104875370170</id><published>2010-05-24T21:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:12:59.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Wax and lack of obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby Wax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So like BlackLOG&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have also been to see the same performance of Ruby Wax who was in Bishops Stortford for one night only.&amp;nbsp; I took Pinkele along with me - she provided the wine gums.&amp;nbsp; The evening got off to an exciting start when I got to speak to the major of Stortford whilst trying to park the car.&amp;nbsp; Poor Pinkele didn't recognise him, obviously she doesn't read the local paper each week, or attend the sort of local events at which our major is likely to turn up.&amp;nbsp; It is a local joke that he is in the paper most weeks, the record apparently being 6 photos in one issue!&amp;nbsp; Anyway he very kindly pointed me in the direction of alternative parking spaces - what&amp;nbsp;a nice man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So onto Ruby.&amp;nbsp; She was good.&amp;nbsp; Smaller then you would imagine, and wearing a slightly too tight top and jacket which she had to keep pulling down.&amp;nbsp; We particularly enjoyed the bit about what pilates can do for you, especially if you take five classes every day, and the school sports day with the mums who can only discuss their latest frocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My mum (or Ma as she likes to be referred to!) turned 80 this weekend.&amp;nbsp; cue:&amp;nbsp; big family (well bigish) meal at The Harpenden Hotel and then tea back at the house.&amp;nbsp; And thankfully my dad (or Pa as he likes to be called) was well enough to enjoy the day.&amp;nbsp; It was touch and go, first of all he's 89, and&amp;nbsp; secondly a few weeks ago as he landed up in hospital with dizzy spells and was stuck in there for four weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My sister in law made the cake - she has a small cottage industry going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_rajdZxguI/AAAAAAAAACw/XiuUepE3Kkk/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_rajdZxguI/AAAAAAAAACw/XiuUepE3Kkk/s320/IMG_1676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Slightly wrong notes - but it's the happy birthday song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_raVg3Z7JI/AAAAAAAAACg/1_ar8qzvLBA/s1600/IMG_1684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_raVg3Z7JI/AAAAAAAAACg/1_ar8qzvLBA/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;89 and still drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_radOBLB5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SSDxYDJXpWE/s1600/IMG_1683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_radOBLB5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SSDxYDJXpWE/s320/IMG_1683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Birthday Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Am happy to report I have no current obsessions, i.e. no jigsaw craze, DS game, re-decorating the house (although this obsession does need to be kicked in soon) series of books, gardening.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Actually I'm not doing much at all at the moment apart from getting myself to work and back, and attempting to keep on top of the house stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Failed this morning and had to send boy No. 1 to school with his old games kit as the current one was discovered in the washing machine late last night, unwashed!&amp;nbsp; Never mind, shorts are meant to be short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Friends Reunited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I keep getting emails from this site, which I promptly delete without reading.&amp;nbsp; However, clicked on a link today and&amp;nbsp;wasted a happy hour trying to remember friends surnames so I could have a nose and see if they are a. still alive and b. done anything interesting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will now probably forget to go on the site for another 4 years, but I did find out some interesting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And finally the weather.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have given up trying to understand weather.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two weeks ago&amp;nbsp;we had hail stones and&amp;nbsp;now it's a heatwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_raIOHODtI/AAAAAAAAACY/LbqPMpXtP_M/s1600/IMG_1656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_raIOHODtI/AAAAAAAAACY/LbqPMpXtP_M/s400/IMG_1656.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Taken back in the Spring with no snow, hail, or rain, at Anglesey Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-3434272104875370170?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3434272104875370170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruby-wax-and-lack-of-obsessions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3434272104875370170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3434272104875370170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruby-wax-and-lack-of-obsessions.html' title='Ruby Wax and lack of obsessions'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S_rajdZxguI/AAAAAAAAACw/XiuUepE3Kkk/s72-c/IMG_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-1751531611272979292</id><published>2010-05-02T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:02:27.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer Snores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Alive - Or Something's Trying To Get Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have just plugged the headphones in, in order to listen to the latest installment of a drama series on Radio 7,&amp;nbsp; to hear what can&amp;nbsp; only be described as snoring - or maybe heavy breathing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is amazing - my computer is alive.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand it could be a creature from another dimension that's got trapped whilst coming through the crack in the wall..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OK I am a massive DW fan, and Matt Smith&amp;nbsp;is shaping up to be one of the best Doctors ever in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; I love the twitchy fingers thing going on, and showing a shouty angry side this week with River Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pot Holes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For those of you still playing the pot hole game, there's a fantastic new&amp;nbsp;level on the A120 going up the hill out of Standon/Puckeridge and also a few sneeky numbers in Beldam's Lane - enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mothers Who Can't Park But Drive Big Cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Was parked and quietly doing a soduko waiting for school to come out on Friday when this stupid women:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a.&amp;nbsp; Turned up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;b.&amp;nbsp; Misjudged the size of space left behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't be bothered to move further down the road (away from the school), park and walk, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;d.&amp;nbsp; Got out of her car and asked me to move forward a bit.&amp;nbsp; ( I pointed out to her that I would then be overhanging someone's drive) but I obliged because I am nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e.&amp;nbsp; Stupid women then backed her car in and bumped into Cedric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At this point I had an epithany as I discovered how protective I am of Cedric (he's my very first brand new car and still only a few months old) as I flung myself out and banged on stupid women's window, she said "thank you so much for moving" and I said "No........You've just hit my car".&amp;nbsp; I did manage not to shout this although I might have sounded slightly hysterical and my teeth were clenched.&amp;nbsp; She then said "I didn't feel anything" (duh)&amp;nbsp; Me: "Well have a look".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Luckily for her sake there was no damage to Cedric, otherwise there would have been blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Stupid woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The computer's settled down into a breathing routine now, 3 deep breathes, 5 seconds pause, 3 deep breathes, etc. etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it's really quite creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-1751531611272979292?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1751531611272979292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-computer-snores.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/1751531611272979292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/1751531611272979292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-computer-snores.html' title='My Computer Snores'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-5163764676515922153</id><published>2010-04-19T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:21:04.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Musing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So what's been happening in the world of Midge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In a nutshell: work, school production, kids, cleaning, gardening, washing the car, rugby, eating chocolate,&amp;nbsp;theatre, musical, cinema.... all the usual stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After our first visit to Hampstead Theatre and being so impressed with the size, value of tickets, time to get there from Stortford, etc. we went back with Steve and Pam in tow to see the RSC's production of Dunsinane.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rsc.org.uk/content/8770.aspx"&gt;http://www.rsc.org.uk/content/8770.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We were worried it would be a bit highbrow, but there was comedy, death (lots), good battle scenes and even snow. Some of the story was told from a young soldiers viewpoint which really brought across the fact that some of these soldiers would have only been in their early teens. This only had a short run, but hopefully it will be performed again before too long. Steve and Pam were so impressed they were back&amp;nbsp;four nights later to see it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S8yZ36EsiGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QEavNqdvQQQ/s1600/dunsinaine_2010_374162_p1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S8yZ36EsiGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QEavNqdvQQQ/s400/dunsinaine_2010_374162_p1.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The bit where the English Army disguise themselves as a forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Staff outing to see Sister Act. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Actually it was a good night out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As my two blog followers will already know - we now have a 3D screen in The Empire. So over Easter I have experienced How To Train Your Dragon, and The Clash of The Titans, whilst wearing two pairs of glasses at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ongoing Battle with Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Not long ago (about a year) we changed from Virgin TV to Sky, the idea was to have the whole package, TV, phone and broadband.&amp;nbsp; So far we have the TV, and very nice it is too.&amp;nbsp; There was only one instance with it didn't work, but the technical fault was a minor&amp;nbsp;snowdrift on the dish - fixed by the use of a broom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;However, we are obviously difficult customers as we wanted to keep our phone number.&amp;nbsp; This is the phone number that moved with us from our previous house, and from BT to Virgin so we couldn't see a problem with moving it again from Virgin to Sky.&amp;nbsp; Problem&amp;nbsp; is Virgin didn't want to let&amp;nbsp;Sky use the number.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;this is&amp;nbsp;our number, we've had it for&amp;nbsp;over 19&amp;nbsp;years.&amp;nbsp; Stamps foot.&amp;nbsp; Mr Imo has had to cope with all the phone calls over the past year trying to get this sorted out and finally we had a break through over Easter.&amp;nbsp; Sky had had words with Virgin about giving them the number and were sending out a BT man (they use BT apparently) to reconnect us to the BT line which was now Skyline.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The BT man came, he unscrewed some wires, said they were all too old, and he would have to put a new line in, meaning having to dig up the drive.&amp;nbsp; Our drive is only 18 months old, no way are they digging it up!&amp;nbsp; and we are already using one BT line for Mr Imo's work&amp;nbsp;and a second line can't be stuck onto it due to the old wires!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Once the BT Man had gone we remembered that we had had two lines through BT before&amp;nbsp;going&amp;nbsp;onto Virgin.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Am at Pinkle's on Thursday and am going to recruit new blog followers, even if it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-5163764676515922153?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5163764676515922153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/04/lack-of-musing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/5163764676515922153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/5163764676515922153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/04/lack-of-musing.html' title='Lack of Musing'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S8yZ36EsiGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QEavNqdvQQQ/s72-c/dunsinaine_2010_374162_p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-2274513559342607899</id><published>2010-01-31T22:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:16:54.473Z</updated><title type='text'>We've been to the Theatre Darling and the 2010 latest Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OK so I admit it, is has been more than a few weeks since the last blog and there really is no excuse for this, apart from the fact that we have been out and about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Theatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We went to see Darker Shores at Hampstead Theatre.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The theatre's lovely, it only seats something like 150 so is small and intimate, and we were only four rows from the front so could even see the actor's pores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This was a ghost story, although it wasn't really very scary,&amp;nbsp;although a couple of the loud bangs did make me jump, but then&amp;nbsp;just a balloon popping will&amp;nbsp;make me jump so that's not saying much.&amp;nbsp; However, it was a good story, it did keep us guessing as to who the ghost was, and how all the characters were connected and the illuminations were very clever, i.e. a typewriter typing on it's own (well obviously it was the ghost but we couldn't see him at that point) and the body coming up under the blanket on the bed, whilst water cascaded down underneath, before the body sat up and walked off.&amp;nbsp; Very clever, obviously the actor had been pushed underneath from the back of the bed, there was a lift system,&amp;nbsp;etc. etc.&amp;nbsp; Julian Rhind-Tutt was gorgeous, I know I have weird taste, although his Southern drawl left&amp;nbsp;a bit to&amp;nbsp;be desired, and did cause Mr Imo to do his own (admitedly quite good)&amp;nbsp;impressions all the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S2X1x0qbCAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RA-Wb3J0nAg/s1600-h/Darker-Shores-at-the-Hamp-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S2X1x0qbCAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RA-Wb3J0nAg/s320/Darker-Shores-at-the-Hamp-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;The bit when the audience laughed.... they weren't meant to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Less than a week later and we went to Stratford Upon Avon, with the boys, to see Arabian Nights.&amp;nbsp; This was brilliant, it was aimed at kids, but it was brilliant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The production was tied together by the girl&amp;nbsp;telling stories to the king&amp;nbsp;she had married, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;every night, for a thousand nights, in order to stop him chopping her head off.&amp;nbsp; Not the sort of person you really want to be married too.&amp;nbsp; One of the stories was told with the use of puppets, which was very clever, but was my least favourite part of the whole play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S2X2pkAkmgI/AAAAAAAAACI/C6Bq2Fpi_m8/s1600-h/rsc-arabian-nights-the-story-of-el-sindibad-the-sailor-picture-by-keith-pattison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S2X2pkAkmgI/AAAAAAAAACI/C6Bq2Fpi_m8/s400/rsc-arabian-nights-the-story-of-el-sindibad-the-sailor-picture-by-keith-pattison.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;The Bit with the Puppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Latest Craze for 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anyone can take part in this craze, in fact, you have probably already been taking part for the last few weeks and haven't even noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You will need the following:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the ability to drive your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;quick reflexes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The rules are very simple.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; whilst out driving your car try to avoid pot holes at all costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Points are rewarded for the following:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Quick avoidance tactics, however points will be deducted if you hit something or someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Knowing where all your local potholes reside, resulting in smooth avoidance maneavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Advanced avoidance tactics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;FAQ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What are the points&lt;/span&gt; -&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;it's up to you, just don't cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Are there secret levels to be opened&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;yes.&amp;nbsp; These can be found anywhere near a pothole which is massively deep and wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Is there an advanced level to be played&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;yes.&amp;nbsp; It is called driving around all the potholes that have been repaired by the local council, but are so badly done they have been turned into loads of little hillocks topped with flying bits of loose gravel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;What are Advance Avoidance Tactics&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Anything that involves off road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyalty Schemes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Why don't you get offered loyalty points for using the same brand, or&amp;nbsp;product?&amp;nbsp; This occured to me whilst using a certain product which I have used once a month since my early teens.&amp;nbsp; I won't say what it is, but here's a clue, only the female of the species would have use for this, say no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So for just over 30 years I have used this particular brand, and what do I get for it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Absolutely nothing, zilch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pffffffffffft.&amp;nbsp; I could have made a fortune by now, or at least been allowed to collect points towards something useful like a bundle of hand towels, a handy kitchen roll dispenser, or even money off vochures towards purchasing the damn things for the following month!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I really should get my act together and write a letter suggesting this to the company, but as it's taken me over 4 weeks to post up this blog, it's doubtful it will get done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Maybe a petition on facebook, although I'm not on facebook.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My aim this week is to find where&amp;nbsp;the spellcheck function is, so I can post my blog with no errors.&amp;nbsp; Am hoping blackLOG will have the answer for this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And I know it's here somewhere as I have used it before, but now it's hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-2274513559342607899?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2274513559342607899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/01/weve-been-to-theatre-darling-and-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/2274513559342607899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/2274513559342607899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2010/01/weve-been-to-theatre-darling-and-2010.html' title='We&apos;ve been to the Theatre Darling and the 2010 latest Craze'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/S2X1x0qbCAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RA-Wb3J0nAg/s72-c/Darker-Shores-at-the-Hamp-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-3139510421253211293</id><published>2009-12-24T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:56:03.811Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Yup sorry to everyone who's been waiting avidly for the latest in the life of Imo.&amp;nbsp; Put it down to working in a school, stupidly telling that school that a.&amp;nbsp; you can play the piano and b. no you don't mind at all playing for the Nativity Play, The School Christmas Concert and the School Carol Service, and then spending every spare minute practising endless Christmas music.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The piano always breathes a sigh of relief when we finally hit the end of term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting in the Christmas Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sent Mr Imo out for the Tree last weekend to the Christmas Tree Farm in Stansted where the trees have a happy factory free life growing in fields with lots of fresh air, wind and rain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They'd sold out!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How the heck can you say you've sold out of trees whilst standing in a hut on the edge of the field still full of trees.&amp;nbsp; Surely chopping down just one more is neither here or there.&amp;nbsp; He came back via Home Base who were also treeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mr Imo was sent out again on what was now being called the 'Great Hunt for the Last Available Tree'&amp;nbsp;with orders not to come home without one!&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;tree he brought back (it was the last but one from the man who sells logs in Takeley) was slightly bald in places, but now it's tastely covered in a few decorations, it hasn't dropped one needle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/SzObJseXJ5I/AAAAAAAAABo/Tq8gMmry7is/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/SzObJseXJ5I/AAAAAAAAABo/Tq8gMmry7is/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look what I made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/SzOao0fUx-I/AAAAAAAAABY/AjdLNyU0niE/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/SzOao0fUx-I/AAAAAAAAABY/AjdLNyU0niE/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus the others that didn't make it to the podium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/SzOau5_tPnI/AAAAAAAAABg/lZLwVV3qK0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/SzOau5_tPnI/AAAAAAAAABg/lZLwVV3qK0Y/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;After all my panic over getting ready for Christmas I did make it - although putting up holly this afternoon nearly had me flinging the whole lot out into the melting snow - that stuff hurts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a very Happy Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Imo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-3139510421253211293?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3139510421253211293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-panic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3139510421253211293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3139510421253211293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-panic.html' title='Don&apos;t Panic'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/SzObJseXJ5I/AAAAAAAAABo/Tq8gMmry7is/s72-c/IMG_1612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-877374403635815923</id><published>2009-11-26T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:25:12.254Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it a sign of getting old - forgetting how old you are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have spent the day being the birthday girl.&amp;nbsp; This meant spending the two days prior to the day baking and icing not one but two (large)&amp;nbsp;cakes for the Staff Room.&amp;nbsp; Actually this is worth the effort once a year, as:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you get lots of people at work smiling at you and generally being nice, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; you can sit back and make the most of other cakes/biscuits/sweets, etc. in the staff room for the rest of the year and not feel&amp;nbsp;at all guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got lunch at Michelle's house, along with a couple of other friends.&amp;nbsp; Actually I get lunch most weeks at Michelle's but today's included getting to blow out a candle and eating&amp;nbsp; yet more cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some good presents and have only got to change 3 things - 2 because of sizing and 1 coat from Jo Browns as when I was carefully undoing the stud popper thingies one of them broke off leaving jaggy metal bits! Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Mr Imo's birthday, we are the same age for one day before he jumps ahead of me again and lands in the second half of being in his 40's. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off to the O2 tomorrow to watch some men play tennis in the APT top 8, and there's also a Christmas market and some sort of make your own music/rock through the ages exhibition as well, so we're going up early after depositing boys at the In-Laws, so &lt;strike&gt;we can buy &lt;/strike&gt;I can buy Christmas decorations, we can re-live the 80's music scene and get something to eat before watching tennis balls being &lt;strike&gt;bounced&lt;/strike&gt; launched around a tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Ready for Christmas Part 3........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um.&amp;nbsp; Oh no actually I have managed to buy, wrap and deposit&amp;nbsp;family presents at the parents last&amp;nbsp;Sunday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Pictures.&amp;nbsp; Please note the detail to composition, lighting, contrasts, etc....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Sw7qiA1H57I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UKt-gkwMirA/s1600/P190508_18.32%5B01%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Sw7qiA1H57I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UKt-gkwMirA/s320/P190508_18.32%5B01%5D.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Let Your Child join Cubs Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Sw7ulKvFRzI/AAAAAAAAABI/CTGQD50j9PA/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;The French prove they can have a sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-877374403635815923?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/877374403635815923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-sign-of-getting-old-forgetting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/877374403635815923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/877374403635815923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-sign-of-getting-old-forgetting.html' title='Is it a sign of getting old - forgetting how old you are?'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Sw7qiA1H57I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UKt-gkwMirA/s72-c/P190508_18.32%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-3745346480395584279</id><published>2009-11-15T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:40:04.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dentists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I popped into the dentist for what I thought would be a quick 10 minute appointment to have a crown fitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into the details of what it's like to have a crown fitted. Those of you who have not had the experience (yet) can live in blissful ignorance. Those who have gone through the process will know that having the temp. crown taken out and the new crown stuck in, is the quick and easy bit, basically it's just a bit of gluing, sanding down and most importantly the bit with no pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get those moments when you are suddenly in a situation that makes you feel you are stuck in a very bad comedy sketch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all my dentist is Spanish, I'm sure he's a lovely person but I really struggle to understand his English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: "First of all I remove the temporary crown".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Takes first attempt at removing crown. Then lowers me down a bit more and has another go. He is now putting some real effect into it&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Changes the angle and has a third go, resulting in a good cracking noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Have you got it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: "Not quite". Fourth go (more cracking noises) and the crown flies out and lands on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yuch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: "Ah". We all play a game called 'hunt the crown'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, the crown is out along with half of the prep work which I'd gone through hell to get done a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: "I will have to do some prep work on your tooth. This is going to cost you eighty pounds but as it was my mistake I will not charge. These things happen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ah". (I don't converse much at the dentist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short:- He drilled. It hurt. It shouldn't have hurt. It did hurt. The drilling is not hurting you, it is just the cold air. It hurt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the new tooth is in, and I have moved my 6 month checkup from December to February - reprieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Getting Ready for Christmas Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have brought an advent candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Am looking forward to watching the new Doctor Who tonight, and am hoping the boys won't get nightmares about people melting in water! Or me for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* Don't read this bit out of context, and get the wrong idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-3745346480395584279?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3745346480395584279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3745346480395584279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3745346480395584279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937984631736228470.post-3814355668747755565</id><published>2009-11-07T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:47:57.240Z</updated><title type='text'>The First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adverts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dverts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most annoying adverts on at the moment have to be 'We want your gold', 'No we want your gold more', 'We really, really, really want all your gold' 'Gold Now', 'Give Us All Your Gold', etc. etc.. But the prize for most annoying goes to 'the man who does not blink when asking for your gold'. Not once, it's almost as if he's trying to hypnotise you. He is known in our house as "the man with the scary eyes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trick or Treat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a stupid idea from across the pond (as American actors call it). British children should be brought up to know that this is not acceptable behaviour in England. As a vicar's daughter Halloween is pagan, very dangerous and evil. Not........... It's harmless fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghost stories, eating marshmallows suspended from string and running round a large vicarage garden screaming at all your friends, was a yearly event in my childhood. My mother even made all three of us dress up as devils one year - Christian readers with children please note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking of ghost stories we have tickets to see the play Darker Shores in December, with Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gatiss&lt;/span&gt; and 'I've got a voice to die for Julian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rhind&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tutt&lt;/span&gt;'. I am very excited. I've also got a hankering to see A Women in Black again, it must be at least 15 years since we last saw this, certainly long enough to have forgotten the storyline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Ready for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order not to panic, this year I have consulted a fail-safe guide to running a smooth and stress free Christmas which allows the hostess time to herself in order to drink a small sweet sherry at 6.00 pm each evening during the Yule tide preparations. Looks at her Smirnoff Ice and thinks is this a good start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aghhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; am already behind, I should already have a home made pudding reclining a dark cupboard and all the ingredients brought and readily stored in a cupboard for Stir Up Sunday. When the heck is Stir Up Sunday? do you know churches are full of people who visually blanch and get panicking looks in their eyes when some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obscure&lt;/span&gt; reading from the Bible &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; mentions something along the lines about "getting stirred up" i.e. cue for cake baking! Honestly last year I made the cake a week before Christmas, iced it on Christmas Eve and it still got eaten - it was OK and no one died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week write a friendly note, address and stamp all cards, which you will have purchased in the January Sales. If you have failed to buy cards in January, please ensure you do purchase charity cards where the shop donates more then just 1p per card to said charity, this is not enough donation to give you that warm and fuzzy feeling of having done good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Ready for Birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgets all the above, I have one child, one husband and one brother all with birthdays before I can even think about 'Good Yule' and harvesting fresh holly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first attempt at blogging thanks to a fellow blogger who has dragged me out of the comments section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All comments gratefully received.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Imo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937984631736228470-3814355668747755565?l=midgesmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3814355668747755565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3814355668747755565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937984631736228470/posts/default/3814355668747755565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midgesmuses.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-blog.html' title='The First Blog'/><author><name>Imo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044966215260684917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcXvh1WjRzE/Svhb1qSfspI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njEBLC0q2MQ/S220/IMG_1202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
