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Boots and Husbands
Wedding of the Year?
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What's in a Name?
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My Gran
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Sunday, July 18, 2004

I am still alive! 
But have moved. 
Please drop by and visit sometime.
See you there!

By A Woman 7/18/2004 08:26:00 PM

Thursday, May 27, 2004

TV Trauma

My husband is not normally one for giving up control of the remote easily. There are enough televisions in our house for everyone, but even he has written off tomorrow night and decided to prop up a bar somewhere, allowing Daughters and myself to indulge in the last ever Friends ….sniff…sniff…. and the new series of Big Brother…. Still I’m sure it will make up for all the football we are going to be bombarded with over the next month!

By A Woman 5/27/2004 12:51:00 PM

Monday, May 24, 2004

Catch up

Where do the days go? I can’t believe it is over a week since I posted here – sorry folks – it’s just been manic.

Spent this weekend with some pals in London celebrating a 40th birthday (not mine!). Fantastic time despite engineering works on both the main line and the tubes. Lots of drink, good hotel, shopping and eating – just what I needed.

By A Woman 5/24/2004 12:51:00 PM

Friday, May 14, 2004

The Darling Buds of May

Our house is not far from our village pub. In fact it’s almost next door, easily staggering distance anyway. Tonight I was in the garden varnishing my bench (that sentence in itself just fills me with joy), when music struck up and wooden knocking sounds, bells and cries could be heard from the pub’s vicinity – and it was only 6pm! Upon investigating it seemed we were being visited by a Morris dancing troupe who had taken up position in the middle of the road outside to do their thing. As I stood and watched them I could also hear someone mowing their lawn in the distance, the warmth of the day was still on my back and Himself planted half a lager in my hand. Village life in the Spring - Perfick!!

By A Woman 5/14/2004 09:08:00 PM

Thursday, May 13, 2004

What homework?

Homework diaries have been mentioned in some comments below and I thought I would investigate those that belong to Daughters No. 1 & 2, as they do appear to have them it seems

Within the pages I found:

Cut out pictures of latest boy band –sellotaped in.
Photo booth pics of friends pulling faces
Tickets to past concerts
Every possible birthday (except mine!)
Reminders of discos, concerts, parties
A Free Fruit Winders token
Various phone numbers
Messages scribbled from friends during class, names then hastily scrubbed out to protect identities.
Doodles – flowers, suns, cubes – the usual.
Caricatures of people that look suspiciously like teachers.
Reminders to ask me for money for – trip, maths tutoring, broken test tube (!)
Little sparkling heart stickers with initials written across them (I’m working on those)

Homework? Erm….

By A Woman 5/13/2004 03:49:00 PM

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Smarties have the answer...

I've just discovered Smarties biscuits. If I tell you I feel sick you'll know exactly how many I've discovered!

By A Woman 5/11/2004 06:56:00 PM

Monday, May 10, 2004

Look into my eyes...

I did a course today on body language. It included how to tell if someone’s lying to you by how his or her eyes move. I’ve tried to practise at home, but I’ve realised nobody actually looks me in the eye! I asked Daughter No. 1 if she had got any homework - A frequent piece of wool that finds its way over my eyes regularly. The first time she mumbled something as she walked up the stairs, so I followed, desperately trying to remember if her eyes should go up or down. I asked again, still no eye contact and still no straight answer. Eventually she lost patience with me trying to manoeuvre myself into her eye-line and said –

“Don’t bother trying all that Non-Verbal Communication stuff with me, Mum, they told us about that in school. Body language for interviews and all that!’

Teachers can be such spoilsports sometimes…

By A Woman 5/10/2004 09:56:00 PM

Blimey Blogger that was a bit of a shock - where's all the black and orange gone?