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Round The Block And Back: July 2006
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Round The Block And Back. Stories from my life told my. Way and in whatever order I happen to remember them. Sunday, July 09, 2006. Whenever you move to a new country there's always lots to learn, but most of us think of language, culture, manners and other obvious things. Few think of little things like nits. Anyway, we were living in Eastbourne and everything was, as far as I knew, hunky dory. Until Lise complained of a sore at the back of her head. Lots of the buggers! No he'd escaped them. Until Char...
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Gripes & Graplings: October 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005. What is it with the British and toilet hygiene? If I had a pound for every British toilet I’ve visited that’s a disgrace to the country, I’d be rich by now! I’m talking about public toilets here, of course. Not that I’m saying that toilets in people’s homes are always clean, I’m sure some aren’t, but as I rarely use private toilets apart from in the homes of close friends whose bathroom facilities are generally clean it’s the state of our public toilets I’m concerned about.
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Round The Block And Back: September 2006
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Round The Block And Back. Stories from my life told my. Way and in whatever order I happen to remember them. Friday, September 08, 2006. Blogger won't play ball for me so I've moved. If you're interested in visiting, the new blog can be found here. Posted by Sharon J @ 11:54 pm. Crewe, Cheshire, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Big Bum Escaped on The High Peak! And The Rain Came Tumbling Down. When Inger Lise Came To The World. Theres A Bomb In My Bag! Some People Never Learn.
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Round The Block And Back: May 2006
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Round The Block And Back. Stories from my life told my. Way and in whatever order I happen to remember them. Monday, May 29, 2006. Popped in with her daughter and grandson yesterday. They'd been to a boat show where Kai's face had been painted like a lion. Roar! That's the first thing he said when he walked through the door, scaring the living daylights out of me! At 46, I can't take too many scares like that! Not that the dark wood bed with the deep red velour headboard helped matters much! Not a pale p...
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Round The Block And Back: April 2006
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Round The Block And Back. Stories from my life told my. Way and in whatever order I happen to remember them. Friday, April 14, 2006. Jaws, Boys and A Forgotten Parent. I phoned my mum yesterday and mentioned that a friend and I would be going to the cinema next week. That set her off down Memory Lane, reminding me of a time thirty years ago when she was abandoned by her only daughter outside the cinema in Hastings. We were on holiday in Hastings. And settled down to wait. That's when it happened. Err" Sl...
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Gripes & Graplings: November 2005
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Saturday, November 05, 2005. I’m sitting in the bedroom and all around me are explosions. If I didn’t know better, I’d think there was a war going on. But it’s just Bonfire Night, or Guy Fawke’s Night, depending on which name you generally give it. Why do we build bonfires and shoot up fireworks every 5th November? What are we celebrating, exactly? The fact that Guy Fawke’s didn’t. Manage to blow up parliament, or the fact that he tried? I suppose that depends on how you feel about our governm. Smack ban...
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Gripes & Graplings: April 2006
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Saturday, April 29, 2006. This made a change. I almost wrote that it made a welcome change, but that would be telling porkies. It did honestly make a nice change, though. I'm sure you get tired of seeing the same old ads for viagra landing in your inbox every day? I now I do. To the point, in fact, where seeing this new and very blue ad almost made me smile. I can't help wondering about the rabbit hole. The mind boggles. Posted by Sharon J at 11:37 PM. Thursday, April 27, 2006. Yes, that's the ring.
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Gripes & Graplings: July 2006
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006. Tonight marks the end of ten days of peace. My youngest child has been in Norway but is returning tomorrow, with oldest daughter (middle child) in tow. Noisy music will once again be heard throughout the homestead. I've too much work to do. I know that's better than not having enough and that I shouldn't moan but bugger it all, I want to moan. Right now it feels good. Am writing my memoirs here. Mostly rubbish because that's what I tend to remember. Posted by Sharon J at 8:21 PM.
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Gripes & Graplings: December 2005
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Monday, December 12, 2005. While I appreciate that "free" television channels are dependant on advertising in order to survive, is it really necessary to increase the number of broadcasting decibels so radically whenever they're aired? I'm assuming that they're assuming that most people will get up and make the tea, go to the toilet (please, not more toilet related Google ads) or clean out the hamster's cage, and therefore they need to blare out their messages in order for them to be heard. View my compl...
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Gripes & Graplings: May 2006
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Monday, May 29, 2006. If You Watch TV You'll Lose Your Marbles! I read something interesting t'other day. Interesting because it seems, for once, I'm doing something right. It's not often I discover that, but luck was with me on this particular occasion. I'd imagine that those who work in mind-numbing jobs like call-centres where they do nothing but follow a script all day, or production lines in factories, must be practically guaranteed to be heading for Altzheimer's. Physical activity also plays its ro...
