tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21052644229528717322024-03-14T09:34:49.509+00:00Cornish Beach BrummieLove, Life, Laughter and Friends - and our new life in Cornwall ...Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.comBlogger363125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-79119319122122891592010-02-04T08:00:00.001+00:002010-02-04T08:04:29.947+00:00Problems with PC and therefore Blog<div align="center">I've been having problems with my blog and PC, as you will have found out if you tried to log and on check out the lastest news in the last few days.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">In an effort to fix it, I locked it to visitors whilst I played around. Needless to say this did not work.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have emailed all of my followers through contact folllower, and explained what is going on, however I'm not sure if this email arrived to anyone, because of the problems I am having.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have generated a brand new email address and added it to my profile. Please contact me by clicking on this link, to advise if you can:</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">a) still see my blog</div><div align="center">b) received my email (which may have gone straight to spam - please check)</div><div align="center">c) did not get my email originally<br />
d) not able to post a comment</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I would like to confirm that this was not a virus on my PC/Laptop, and responding will not affect your own PC in any way</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I look foward to hearing from you soon</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-46226737005977726452010-01-22T09:00:00.006+00:002010-02-04T08:01:37.043+00:00Thank You Jordiegirl<div align="center">Oh My - I can't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believe</span> how NORMAL I feel today!</div><div align="center">The tablets finally kicked in, and I only feel my internal stitches if I happen to try and do something silly - and as you all know me I can't help doing silly things!</div><div align="center">Anyway, I am sat in my recliner, laptop on lap, with the help of my little laptop table that Sally-Ann and Mike bought me for my birthday, and have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">checking</span> out some of the latest blogs updated on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blog-roll</span>.</div><div align="center">As you can see from the title of this post, I have been inspired. and as such, have created a new blog to showcase some of the cards that I have made over the years.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.cardcraftbyjo.blogspot.com/">http://www.cardcraftbyjo.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center">I have started with Kelly's Birthday card, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dylan's</span> Godson card, and will slowly upload some of my past works.</div><div align="center">Please feel free to follow me on the other blog. Your comments on my creations would be very welcome, as this will steer me towards using some designs again and again if they are liked.</div><div align="center">I have been card making for many years, and as such, will only select perhaps some of my favourites to date, but from now on will add pictures as I create a card.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-82312798889430179542010-01-21T11:15:00.006+00:002010-01-21T11:55:57.404+00:00On The Up<div align="center">Tuesday did not quite go as planned.<br /><br /></div><p align="center">I ended up on the phone to the Doctor at 08.20, and after various discussions it was decided that she would get someone out to check up on me.</p><p align="center">The Doc turned up at 12.30 and after a good old poke and prod of the belly and back, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">confirmed</span> that I have a bladder and kidney infection and needed more antibiotics. What I was told though, was that I had done entirely the right thing over the weekend, as if I had not done the cystitis remedies my kidneys would be protesting in pain far more than they were a the moment. Unfortunately, the kidney pain in my back, falls right behind where the appendix was in the front, and I had no idea if I had new pain or old, I just knew something was not at all right.</p><p align="center">Mel popped around see me later in the afternoon, and filled me with gossip of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pilate's</span> classes I had been missing out on since just before Christmas, and how quiet it was without me - MOI! Little old me! Anyone would think I was loud, giggly and chatty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span>!</p><p align="center">Mel, also bought me the biggest bunch of grapes she could find along with the entire dutch crop of Tulips. I have to say the Tulips are glorious and the grapes so sweet and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">moreish</span> - good choice Mel.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429159252449738882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYKuEWfpVVhsInjTO9snvA8LDlIuioAeZEw5REe6Pk3E4zbT-VyiJ5WapOKnBJtUcgZr5Er7OFlqmQ-vExwnGUX63GtCPVthpXoDlTzqno6vgfIOjItWQR3r-wd8o4krwmsWunc2x6Fv7/s400/P1190001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">It was so lovely to see her, and catch up.</p><p align="center">Not long after Mel left me, Sharon and Chris arrived, and once again filled me in on the gossip from work. It seems there are some changes taking place, and I really can't wait to get back so I can get my teeth into the new workload that will be generated from the changes. Is that sad? I don't think so, I really miss my friends in the office, who have been such a huge support to me in the last 10 days or so since this began.</p><p align="center">Anyway, yesterday, Wednesday, I decided that I would attempt some light sweeping in the living room. Fred is a loving dog, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OMG</span> so mucky. He will go outside, and kick the mud with his back paws like any terrier, then run inside, all excited and fling great clods of earth everywhere. Needless to say I could look at it from my chair no longer, and had a go at cleaning it up. BAD IDEA! I ended up sat down again a few moments later, able to feel every internal stitch and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lazered</span> area in my belly.</p><p align="center">So, consequently, today, Thursday, although I feel a lot better in myself, and the lessening pains in my belly allow me to sit for a longer period of time (albeit in a recliner chair) than I have up until now, I have decided to finally start listening to everyone and take it easy for another week or so.... after all it's been about 10 days since my op and they said 3-4 weeks recovery time, even pushing it to 6 weeks for certain things like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">exercise</span>.</p><p align="center">I am supposed to be in Birmingham this weekend, becoming Godmother to little Dylan. I finally had to concede that this was not going to happen as sitting upright in a car for 5 hours plus on the journey would just about finish me off. Kelly has managed to arrange for me to be Godmother by proxy and her mom has spoken to the Priest and organised it all - I am so relieved, but more gutted than you would think possible, to be missing out on such a special day.</p><p align="center">We shall be getting together with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Kel</span>, Paul and Dylan once I am well for a nice celebratory meal, and although it's not the same it will be lovely to see them and spend time with them again.</p><p align="center">It is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kels</span>' birthday today, and I made her card, along with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Dylan's</span> Godchild card and Paul posted them up to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Brum</span> along with some gifts, and once I know she has received and opened them, I shall post pictures of the cards and how I made them.</p><p align="center">I know that things are getting better now, and am feeling far more positive than I have until now, primarily because I seemed to get one thing after another on top of the double op. As the additional infections and problems are bought under control I am feeling far more cheery, and can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.</p><p align="center">Onwards and Upwards...</p><p align="center">Until the next time my dear friends</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-40432407515560131242010-01-18T19:16:00.004+00:002010-01-18T19:51:19.963+00:00Progress So Far<p align="center">I have had so very many well wishes sent to me from my friends and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggers</span>.</p><p align="center">Although sitting at home means you have no real news to tell, I thought I would at least let you all know how I am doing health wise.</p><p align="center">Friday, was well, Black to say the least. Poor Lorna did a great job of consoling my wilting spirits, as you will already have read in my previous post. To say that things could not possibly get any worse would have been an understatement!</p><p align="center">Unfortunately on Saturday and Sunday, this is exactly what did happen. For any of you ladies out there who have been on huge doses of antibiotics you will know that there are a couple of problems that you can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">acquire</span> as an after effect of how they take their toll on your body. </p><p align="center">Being polite, if that is possible, I shall just say two words. Nether Regions! With any luck you will know what I mean and I won't get my blog shut down for indecency, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span>!</p><p align="center">Anyway, to begin with I thought I was just imagining it, as I was still very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">conscious</span> of not being able to sit, bend, lift (even a kettle) and many other normal, take it for granted movements, because of the belly pain I had, caused by my surgeries.</p><p align="center">As I was 'imagining' it, I asked a poor unsuspecting Paul to go out to buy my best bud a birthday present. This is the birthday present I had planned to buy the previous weekend, until I got rushed into hospital.</p><p align="center">Paul looked at me as if I was a martian talking a strange language - what do I get he said.... I had that part sorted! I went online and printed off pictures of what I wanted, and where to go to get them. Once he was there, he just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">texted</span> pictures for me to approve or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">disapprove</span>. OK, not an ideal situation, and Paul was using a few choice words, but because of who it was for, he was happy to do it, bless him.</p><p align="center">When he returned home he had even bought me a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">PJ</span> set with matching slippers so that I had enough sets to change each day into a fresh set without worrying - Bless!</p><p align="center">All this time, please don't forget, he came off nights the previous day and was absolutely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">k'naggered</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">(translation - very tired <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LOL</span>).</span></p><p align="center">By late afternoon, I sent poor Paul off again, this time to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Tesco</span> to buy me the first of my required remedies for the old water works. Off he trotted, no problem. He called me from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Tesco</span> to see if I would like the cranberry or lemon flavoured treatment - lemon of course - I hate cranberry, and then came back with said medication.</p><p align="center">Sunday morning came round and I soon decided that I needed the next of the medication of the other rather delicate problem. Again he went off, without batting an eyelid, and returned a short while later, with exactly what I needed.</p><p align="center">All this while I was unsure if I could use part of the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">nd</span> box of tricks due to the surgeries, so eventually, after much persuasion from many friends, I called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">NHS</span> Direct and spoke to a really nice male nurse.</p><p align="center">Apart from being very thorough about my medical history, he also gave me some sound advise, but pretty much confirmed that everything Paul had bought me was the right way to go, and it was all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">OK</span> to use together, including the bit I was the most unsure of. </p><p align="center">And so that's it - my weekend in a nutshell. I attempted to do a bit of walking round on Saturday and that put me back to bed for the day Sunday.</p><p align="center">The upside to all of this? I've lost 5lb. Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hoo</span>! OK not a way you want to lose weight, but there has to be a bright side to any situation, don't you think?</p><p align="center">So today is Monday, and although I have been dressed today, and sat under a duvet in the lounge, I can only get into joggers and look a right sight because of the swollen belly. I have a few visitors 'booked' in for tomorrow and am hoping that things are on the up.</p><p align="center">Until next time dear friends</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>xx</strong></em></span></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-79846459776663395072010-01-16T18:17:00.009+00:002010-01-16T19:02:42.551+00:00999, Doctor, Doctor, ER - HELP!<div align="center"> To all of my loyal readers I apologise for my absence. And to everyone who has sent me well wishes, cards and gifts I thank you with all my heart.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Despite</span> pain and being drugged to the eyeballs, a blogger is always a blogger, so I managed to get some pictures. I even thought of the consequences of showing peoples faces etc, so what you will see is, well, me! Looking quite frankly crap!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So this is what happened.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The snow outside had continued to fall for a couple of days and hence I could no longer use my beloved <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MX</span>-5 Betty Blue to get to work. It was now down to shank's pony (that's by foot to anyone who needs it translated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span>).</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Friday the 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> came around and I trudged into work, arriving on time and did my full shift. However, after I had returned to lunch I was suddenly doubled over with pain, and laughed it off with the girls as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">women's</span> stuff - as you do!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">An hour later Paul collected me for the end of my shift, so that I didn't have to walk home again - thank god for Paul! As soon as I got home I doubled up again and went to bed with a hot water bottle.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I got home at about 2.15pm, but by 19.30 I was crying in pain and begging Paul to take me to the local medical drop in centre that was open until 8pm.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I threw on a pair of joggers and a jog top, pulled my water bottle to my belly and got in the car. It's OK I thought - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">coupla</span> tablets and I'll be right as reign.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Having fallen through the doors of the drop in centre and burst into tears on the receptionist, I was being seen by the on call doctor that was there.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Needless to say, I had no handbag, no money, no keys, nothing, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nada</span>, zip with me. Despite this I was booked a bed in hospital and sent directly there, no stopping, no messing!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This was not going <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">according</span> to plan - I was only supposed to be out 5 minutes - not 5 days!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By this time it was 20.30 and I was on a ward and in my bed. The consultant and his #1 sidekick came to see me, and were very concerned, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">considering</span> my history that I may have a burst ovary, if not it was my appendix. I needed a scan. You shall have one first thing tomorrow he said meanwhile we will give you any drug you desire.... well no actually he didn't say that, but I was very happy with the huge bolus of morphine that I received directly into my arm - after that everything was lovely Ha Ha!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKjtT83SkzW3UxBa22DDov58Q2j-05W6b_-0pHeDBS9qO-ewKe_I7s8c0RFzWuVD6ybIo-xKanHJSQBJHbBTIU8eg7ijoMNYLQythKlmzLWW6x76FtByroFTs6hmJXy-gCwx9wyaFCOFk/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427405380311173698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKjtT83SkzW3UxBa22DDov58Q2j-05W6b_-0pHeDBS9qO-ewKe_I7s8c0RFzWuVD6ybIo-xKanHJSQBJHbBTIU8eg7ijoMNYLQythKlmzLWW6x76FtByroFTs6hmJXy-gCwx9wyaFCOFk/s320/Photo0033.jpg" border="0" /></a> They kept me drugged on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">oromorph</span> all night to help the pain, and I took the opportunity whilst I could to get a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">glimpse</span> of the snow outside the window. A few minutes later they came to take me for my ultra sound scan.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Chappy decided that my ovaries we OK - relief! But could also find no problem with my appendix - it could be low lying and out of view he said - typical nothing normal for me eh!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimphneVt3WJO1wAqqWEtbkHqcZOhWyPS4Ti7Vkjgs_eRs5bqanIvjl41JzffoKFl6hDYXx-eyKgtFeVxQPsYsML-DeZmcQUBthiBjvPb6_9zRz5JQWgjBrL_liZHX6JwAJtIUSkysApnOa/s1600-h/Photo0032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427405047084693858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimphneVt3WJO1wAqqWEtbkHqcZOhWyPS4Ti7Vkjgs_eRs5bqanIvjl41JzffoKFl6hDYXx-eyKgtFeVxQPsYsML-DeZmcQUBthiBjvPb6_9zRz5JQWgjBrL_liZHX6JwAJtIUSkysApnOa/s320/Photo0032.jpg" border="0" /></a> Anyway - here I am looking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">thoroughly</span> miserable , and more to the point morphed up, as I await for the consultant to make a decision from the ultra sound slides he was to receive.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAgv6wkCfeNLzoWzkzXDGW1SzmqFJOMswn60skdJPgX7VTZYe1zz-4UjcRNbec1lnQ40fHRPg-RFLh4YFsAQ7HYz2pmvRQ-qfUvrQ8CscUKAhmLj1Z3tXsd2l0d8jSKf-ia5vP4C8SKpU/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427404887523328722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAgv6wkCfeNLzoWzkzXDGW1SzmqFJOMswn60skdJPgX7VTZYe1zz-4UjcRNbec1lnQ40fHRPg-RFLh4YFsAQ7HYz2pmvRQ-qfUvrQ8CscUKAhmLj1Z3tXsd2l0d8jSKf-ia5vP4C8SKpU/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" /></a>I did not sleep at all well on the Saturday night - probably too many drugs, or not enough, but I wanted to hear the end of the nurses conversation about ghosts and missed is as someone pulled their call button!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVy5O0qbfbCAYx07_n3AwjBz9Gef8xFclcqNijhfOIA5hz6BUG4tRdiMe9kg1AEqVz1D_x0CJb1VVjOGtl_Y39BSTP5bAenjfpck-M9p_fxdFhjcJuImJZx6YBNDAWvjar8rtee6icpZzn/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427404877543378610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVy5O0qbfbCAYx07_n3AwjBz9Gef8xFclcqNijhfOIA5hz6BUG4tRdiMe9kg1AEqVz1D_x0CJb1VVjOGtl_Y39BSTP5bAenjfpck-M9p_fxdFhjcJuImJZx6YBNDAWvjar8rtee6icpZzn/s320/Photo0030.jpg" border="0" /></a> My IV became my point of interest at this point <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">LOL</span>.</div><div> </div><div>I was taken to surgery at 11.30am on Sunday morning, and did not return to the ward until just gone 15.30pm. It was a long surgery.</div><div> </div><div>It seems that along with my appendix going bad, (which they removed for me), I also had about a hundred <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">adhesion's</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">endometriosos</span>) that needed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">lazering</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">cauterising</span>. This came as a huge shock to me, as I had only had surgery in April 2007 to remove a dozen or so and thought that was all over.<br /><br />The long and short of it is that it was a triple whammy! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">URTI</span> (urinary tract infection that I knew nothing about), appendix bursting and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">endometriosis</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">adhesion's</span>.<br /><br />All I can say is that I am so glad my appendix burst as the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">adhesion's</span> would have taken a long long time to diagnose and have done, just like they did last time.</div><div> </div><div>The doctors were fantastic - I did actually keep telling them this however, and I was actually scoring them out of 1o - to their faces - I even married one off and told him he was so handsome in normal clothes and it was a damn shame he was single. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">OUTRAGEOUS</span> I KNOW! but how many times do I have to tell you I WAS MORPHED UP!!!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OHtmWm1DMyY8zhypHXe_OdXj0oGBfAuCMwtkKUeNZZlNxz17-NQQGkzLxf5rSJ5fld8NE7763_8TtHb8Ea1DCikJYQWkX1Rsgl5TiuPcOU1HImK0553Jlhkd5vXdEnN4rYD7ZS3q7g_F/s1600-h/P1160005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427404875767572082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OHtmWm1DMyY8zhypHXe_OdXj0oGBfAuCMwtkKUeNZZlNxz17-NQQGkzLxf5rSJ5fld8NE7763_8TtHb8Ea1DCikJYQWkX1Rsgl5TiuPcOU1HImK0553Jlhkd5vXdEnN4rYD7ZS3q7g_F/s320/P1160005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anyway, they released me on Tuesday afternoon, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Paul's</span> Dad picked me up, as he happened to be in the same block for a appointment himself. I was never so glad to see anyone in my life and gave him such a big hug. </div><div> </div><div>The whole while I had been inside we were on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">lock down</span> to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Noro</span> Virus outbreak the week before, so only patients were allowed inside the hospital. My friends were wonderful and kept me going with phone calls and texts though.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkk8AfA7Le-kIdw39uasdg03EL38WxwIbIcuLq-_h2CKPGMZm6AEz2pDtCA4ydpVyHtoR_QNhGHBkoMfl4wmV_KvYcCId8uMUpY-BYYuOxWqai_-Iv-JPXZsDxkrJk4t8jYR2qaHqZX2qy/s1600-h/P1160006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427404869411167122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkk8AfA7Le-kIdw39uasdg03EL38WxwIbIcuLq-_h2CKPGMZm6AEz2pDtCA4ydpVyHtoR_QNhGHBkoMfl4wmV_KvYcCId8uMUpY-BYYuOxWqai_-Iv-JPXZsDxkrJk4t8jYR2qaHqZX2qy/s320/P1160006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wednesday evening Sharon and Chris arrived to see me - and I have to apologise for the state of how I looked, PJ's, unwashed hair, duvet pillows and generally not a welcoming sight for them, but they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">bought</span> me two bunches of gorgeous roses in pinks and yellows, and Chris had me laughing albeit is very painfully, for the short while they visited me.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpfpkI76xX_olruqwfjKufXvCvUHyzI0Jbg3UBR1SHCfJdS9OtF3CE-cN2mVq7g9scRI8ku2IX3K2Fix-SCJexQdpuYatRf2L3rMFSI9lVFEjKNik0rdfxDpDv0K5ZqW7Nw7LmkLQSqaa/s1600-h/P1160007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427404865728660882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpfpkI76xX_olruqwfjKufXvCvUHyzI0Jbg3UBR1SHCfJdS9OtF3CE-cN2mVq7g9scRI8ku2IX3K2Fix-SCJexQdpuYatRf2L3rMFSI9lVFEjKNik0rdfxDpDv0K5ZqW7Nw7LmkLQSqaa/s320/P1160007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sally-Ann and Mike also visited that day, and I have since received these lovely orchids from them, along with my favourite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">coffee</span> cake, which will come out once I have an appetite again.</div><div> </div><div>Thursday and Friday have been black!</div><div> </div><div>I spent all day Friday crying, and after a visit from my friend Lorna, who happens to be a nurse, she made me feel better, and confirmed it was normal as I had had quite a traumatic few days, been drugged out of my eyeballs, had general anaesthetic, and been through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">effectively</span> 2 very painful procedures all at once.</div><div> </div><div>I feel awful but I asked some friends that wanted to visit on Friday and over the weekend that I was not up to it - I'm really sorry guys, but honestly you would not have wanted to see me!<br /></div><div>Meanwhile..... </div><div><br />All this time.... Poor Paul had been on nights and was trying to hold it all together - one thing is for sure though, Fred loves his Daddy even more now and won't leave his side - after all Mommy left him for the best part of a week!</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427405387144863106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KQtMv0AzbS4gt8oRGlAYcVzwQl18lIspGwy-Ghw6ZCdYBgt-lCIa-xjIJa4iIR5t_c_oyLQTReLujaMSYHtWmustLlXt2fWpDUDfMe9UNJC9cAMIg4RlZ9hamkahfm2AXgjwB479gKpq/s320/Photo0043.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div></div><br /></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-77739379174570755402010-01-08T21:29:00.000+00:002010-01-14T09:52:44.635+00:00ApologisesI am in hospital, but shall return with the details soon x<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-1551678147841649542010-01-02T18:41:00.006+00:002010-01-03T12:19:29.213+00:00An Ode For Miss Frugal<p align="center">This one is totally for my new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggy</span> friend <a href="http://http//www.frugalfamily.co.uk/2010/01/choccy-cinnamon-cake.html">Miss Frugal</a>.</p><p align="center">I discovered her blog only yesterday, after following one of the links from another lady I follow regularly. The post I saw was for a lovely recipe for Chocolate Cinnamon Cake, and I just had to have a go at making it.</p><p align="center">If you click on Miss <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Frugals</span> name above you can go directly to her post for the recipe, and a look around her lovely blog, but if you want to get right down to the chocolate cake experience here is the recipe again for you<br /><br />Chocolate Cinnamon Cake<br /><br />175g butter<br />175g brown sugar<br />200g self raising flour<br />3 eggs<br />2 teaspoons cinnamon<br />1 teaspoon baking powder<br />60ml milk<br />Chocolate spread<br /><br />• <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pre</span>-heat the oven to 180 c.<br />• Grease and line a 8 inch round cake tin.<br />• Put the butter, sugar, flour, eggs, cinnamon, baking powder and milk into mixing bowl and mix until smooth and creamy.<br />• Tip about half of the mixture into your baking tin and then spoon four or five blobs of chocolate spread on top of it.<br />• Put the rest of your mix into the baking tray and smooth it out.<br />• Use the skinny end of your spoon and swirl the mixture around a bit.<br />• Smooth it out again.<br />• Put the cake in the oven for about an hour or until the cake is springy to the touch<br /><br />As you can see from the pictures, it was really really easy to make. I would say a total of about 7-10 minutes prep/mix time and then up to an hour in the oven depending on it's fierceness. </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422449494076423026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2COgubLnO5rVJLUk-ObO-wkAwz0U0bNcLuLH9hR9Lz_zvVhlquop8GRoks2V-P3ywyUPt00jFrDYmeVOIwC5rhUqBotl4VOfaND0UyaKwM7N60lN-L56WrxNTWaAZW7e56Zvbh6oj_n8_/s320/P1020018.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422449486162742146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1ZGQ_QmM0IEX389z4q7cQyDCZ56iIG2-rCmO9gtqcQr2jeIu0cE5y26WzMGU3p3RbNmbvuZnLG_UFGb8iswD816BRxz9y8Yw_Ao5plydwh-XW5Mj2tu6mji7Q_Le-d0w0dDuJkRfG_F9/s320/P1020019.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Led3Jp8i6jyk8Fedvh8Kpzmq8-ghO94Nqbzy0nLMm5bThDyHJ4nPNDvIoKoPjLIXz8frfGv6HkAVLwPz4KIqsi0m1C0YPA_UHS5H-fofMEEPQXV_uRZutKSWfOOC5ABPoN15ikyEMEmD/s1600-h/P1020020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422449481196217810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Led3Jp8i6jyk8Fedvh8Kpzmq8-ghO94Nqbzy0nLMm5bThDyHJ4nPNDvIoKoPjLIXz8frfGv6HkAVLwPz4KIqsi0m1C0YPA_UHS5H-fofMEEPQXV_uRZutKSWfOOC5ABPoN15ikyEMEmD/s320/P1020020.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> (Yes that is my laptop you can see - I needed to follow the recipe from Miss Frugal Blog!)</span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnlJ2YmNQv7v3KgBhq1jgMujtKJZRsnRcrMrC8IRpwvZvu-2rvo80QIraoDd6JJNU_Rd8JMR0N0ez6AfSeAbESqN_nLzBabqM7YwV924dpgd9YYqfk37jG4sL4njYdJyPlbZeaSHuMGCn/s1600-h/P1020021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422449474319019618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnlJ2YmNQv7v3KgBhq1jgMujtKJZRsnRcrMrC8IRpwvZvu-2rvo80QIraoDd6JJNU_Rd8JMR0N0ez6AfSeAbESqN_nLzBabqM7YwV924dpgd9YYqfk37jG4sL4njYdJyPlbZeaSHuMGCn/s320/P1020021.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6Uv8rtBqKh4XrXPWYSCldKUssaUwdoD5ptx0dXriaFzGQ5QlPyo1_1-N89YHhx858IhFb_bplVlLHLOO26aAO50aQf9OiJSm7IKbJuit1i8KN9FchxIi8Tj0bbl0TrsscWjphXb4SILh/s1600-h/P1020022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422449469515964578" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9bs11CpAggNNHCUhVmMJPlaClHCZZdxBUeHr92-7uvlTvkJNk26-B9_n6BEI98p1UBoUnHeTBBed9xD_sw93caHH0sDoGDrcQlHM7jjcJBl21boA2fZ9VyHT0_yFrDApIYwuFmv8gyhT/s320/P1020027.JPG" border="0" /></a> and this is how my cake came out of the oven 40 minutes later...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8dj0Zjth8kGxB_mSIocrUUGim0oTUbj0ep8lE1Dn-LxQrdwJHblep8D2P7nNxQZPDUAzOkYYoqzGQtPAS7wvz6mfe10Iap2xF7zo91wv8CkEIILqIWwnrjKwot-yPio27aJzdOP_3hOs/s1600-h/P1020028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422448336832832258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8dj0Zjth8kGxB_mSIocrUUGim0oTUbj0ep8lE1Dn-LxQrdwJHblep8D2P7nNxQZPDUAzOkYYoqzGQtPAS7wvz6mfe10Iap2xF7zo91wv8CkEIILqIWwnrjKwot-yPio27aJzdOP_3hOs/s320/P1020028.JPG" border="0" /></a>it had risen beautifully and got a lovely deep brown colour to it.</p><div align="center"><div></div><div>When it had finally cooled enough to eat it, we cut a slice each and squirted some cream next to it and got stuck in. By droppping dollops of choccy spread into the mix pre cooking, you have a lotto as to whether you get a gorgeous mouthful of squidgy lovliness in your slice.... mmmm</div><div></div><div>We have to say that we decided it was far nicer without the cream, and I even think that a thin layer of the left over chocolate spread over the top as an icing may be a good idea, but it was so light and delicious that it will certainly be on my cooking agenda again.</div><div></div><div>Thank you Miss Frugal x<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></div><br /></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-66484562569790140752010-01-02T16:39:00.005+00:002010-01-02T16:59:21.390+00:00Unexpected Day Out<div align="center">Whilst just coming around from our lazy morning, the telephone rang. It was Sally-Ann to see if we wanted to join them, Pam and the boys, Jamie, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Phill</span> and Simon, in a trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Falmouth</span> and a little sneaky treat of something nice at the boat club.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Well, I said, I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">about</span> the go the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tesco</span> to do the weeks shopping...... give me 5 minutes and we'll be ready. Oh now come on! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Falmouth</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Tesco</span>. No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">brainer</span> really is it!</p><p align="center">Jamie pulled up a few minutes later with a car full of excited explorers, and we followed them over to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Falmouth</span> and parked up.</p><p align="center">The main order of the day..... A cuppa and a giant toasted tea cake at the boat club. The weather was fantastic, with blue skies and the boats tinkled away in their moorings looking back at us as we ate.</p><p align="center">Once our bodies were fully charged again, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Phill</span>, Simon, Sally-Ann and I left the rest of them and headed off to our favourite store for a mooch. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Trago</span> didn't get much business today from us, as the sale prices are only in play on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday, but at least we got a chance to do a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">pre</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">rekkie</span> to decide if the journey was worth a 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">nd</span> trip in one week.</p><p align="center">We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">rejoined</span> the rest of the gang a little later and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">decided</span> to head off to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Pendennis</span> Point for the obligatory ice-cream. Yes it is freezing cold but it has to be done OK!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422186339946427058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oOmjqkROTqnJUkC4B26sZ3mHb4E942TAseG1jzxQ-A2-oVBQbBTckmk5EhkgD3gxH10Uy7ALYjWiPGc3Clk7L-dcWnRzmPxo8BgseYpRGHW0GE57HLDZcYj54Kog32u8e01PNfQjegaf/s320/P1020007.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422186329565211794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cbtUKoZb_I_5be3xruFj67pxwP7lYEHhojQ2FqADbtMtEgY__SICZsgqrYM1CI-quVnPBsnCHBdsOCPlzY_kvpmPd_R0pUcldc7QcXTlG7DaHvG1XNddBcfRPuesqrRehXpcwvEcJ_Nl/s320/P1020010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422186326051400754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-g7UgqvOZiwQf6-XDF9qscQfcw2jTZt3G0zuIzEAZMzZZ7wDHB848H_ZRLAeUNVXWsyY8fnsCvsLijO1M2IVLAF0qR79jrTjI9l4j3Qs8lMB5sal6IaqFZPGwCt8exx3QMtDg7TCDSjE6/s320/P1020011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422186316756796418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnjV7ch98TuXI-uvzUFda56n9CSwUn32Z7DVg6fIn2u1EGue2_yyuX2pymW63LgWUAWi66pF_SouNdPVJnGLg_U9wWEn4JDK6r3EMcjv20F99rvUMKwyhdD3yrr7s9wQKe68tPR1qMOB7/s320/P1020015.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422186310146828482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIxAZqiuYr3zhE7AjJfHFuK_Ut3R_PQAcLWD4M3fVjlVDLy1hkC3fpXt7ffIw4qaB3dNlh6cTsT0ESjyRB4D1WLf_uLcf4u5OSN5IOIJLXxiobBXdnS54pykRsy9rEbwNEhvbfek_42pW/s320/P1020017.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Having enjoyed our ice creams, we made arrangements to go to the beach with the dogs tomorrow, and then we headed off home for the shopping list and the trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Tesco</span> that we had been putting off. </p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">What a lovely morning, and a great start to 2010.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-60143036481614459102010-01-01T00:01:00.003+00:002010-01-01T00:01:01.868+00:00Happy 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLoA6R_bQbsBFWVS6vPVPKJTK67QxBevqBrvRNxHD_AOjWs0rabIm3BBEXnMaSQaR3JxOdr_hr1t64OQHjSEJsL-CRzMpxpDez6bTCbZAJXG3kOHX8S8al62aSxn7miqRbreyxENPYIZC/s1600-h/celebratethenewyear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421466997341718018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLoA6R_bQbsBFWVS6vPVPKJTK67QxBevqBrvRNxHD_AOjWs0rabIm3BBEXnMaSQaR3JxOdr_hr1t64OQHjSEJsL-CRzMpxpDez6bTCbZAJXG3kOHX8S8al62aSxn7miqRbreyxENPYIZC/s400/celebratethenewyear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-51817269254139572702009-12-31T13:28:00.008+00:002010-01-01T08:53:43.435+00:00A Little Tear...<div align="center">Maybe it's the fact that another year is coming to an end, I don't know, but for the past few weeks all I have done is think about my Dad and how much I need a hug from him. :-(</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Last night I found tears running down my face, for no reason, except that I was thinking of him.</div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421393524263151202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMEq7LiYvERh1HgzAVb13WOUme1oWuwU6OnYOSHFvcl6aHgqdur8ZYKpw1PWme4MuwxnrLyDlYeyVp9IZzYVBg1joEc4xJILSEx5Z_0MRM4Bvc4dPs6dXvOR_aYMg-gSw1I0ROJb17y3L/s400/Dad_Page_0.jpg" border="0" />In February it will be 10 years since I lost him, and it just seems like yesterday sometimes.</p><p align="center">I'm thinking about you Dad, and love you as much now, as I always have.... x<br /></p><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-68772698007556454852009-12-26T17:07:00.008+00:002009-12-26T17:35:26.377+00:00A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKbQ35kBmBTRzc300KAQsEF60i7LQQjKzvNl3vjzvMIJcq6SobC2wH4HvWhTn10cC4x6f60D4MbLmjbxCzyJHeHz6c6IpsV36I3r0SqDHx7Msy88cqwW2mGElAisIyRclB3dSxzXyLNVN/s1600-h/PC260004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419598799186176098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKbQ35kBmBTRzc300KAQsEF60i7LQQjKzvNl3vjzvMIJcq6SobC2wH4HvWhTn10cC4x6f60D4MbLmjbxCzyJHeHz6c6IpsV36I3r0SqDHx7Msy88cqwW2mGElAisIyRclB3dSxzXyLNVN/s320/PC260004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419598800859285186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExA3jYbJ0Ms1lkP7PT4FI-yxB6b11n8YcpDA5MwcGE2pPlPeGILL5S7yk5epmIMofHJqnVVWPq6sc-WjB4RTZtaaTharibPJG26sBwCgaBl4-r0RCmhZ_OgHO83HDFMvQ4A8Ohctijq7g/s320/PC260006.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdTQg5MBeOyx6kXRXpzbabQrnYV0xGYqatmQi8QMdXw-WqmmU4Um_lKTSFZsv8vfUNBxJxBICfQzmWPExBHEhprcf9i1wRYhT_Zs55lbK8uvPmiXRcNQeVRnUo2A5UerMrT2ek_Tf0klz/s1600-h/PC260018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419595801874903170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdTQg5MBeOyx6kXRXpzbabQrnYV0xGYqatmQi8QMdXw-WqmmU4Um_lKTSFZsv8vfUNBxJxBICfQzmWPExBHEhprcf9i1wRYhT_Zs55lbK8uvPmiXRcNQeVRnUo2A5UerMrT2ek_Tf0klz/s320/PC260018.JPG" border="0" /></a> After a muddy walk up the hillside, we arrived on the top of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Carn</span>, and positioned ourselves, where we could see the horses and riders as they met, before their Boxing Day ride <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">across</span> the countryside.<br /></div><div align="center">Then it was a quick dash into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shadow</span> of the castle so that we could avoid the sudden downpour of heavy rain.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp29GRGA5QBQqqOf7jsDBmpMoGeL2ql0955i4VmDbBI7R5v50-C1RuT_LKt_TM7b9zgLylQQOgIu6frDWzmB9rQ1Lk2BmBVoIZCBzazkuVxbEA4-moTgV7MqF9tu4gMXMC8bZNw60BHMec/s1600-h/Fred+and+Milo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419595795899352786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp29GRGA5QBQqqOf7jsDBmpMoGeL2ql0955i4VmDbBI7R5v50-C1RuT_LKt_TM7b9zgLylQQOgIu6frDWzmB9rQ1Lk2BmBVoIZCBzazkuVxbEA4-moTgV7MqF9tu4gMXMC8bZNw60BHMec/s320/Fred+and+Milo.JPG" border="0" /></a> As the clouds crossed over us and passed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">into</span> he distance, Fred and Milo spotted each other and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">caught</span> up on their doggy gossip...<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZjRSVNX1Tb_9SIoJMMMyLvwexBF6dIK3JGBw2EmDZGZOI9b5TKsukFpnor1v96MnrJrmmNzlWyaytoMKbfflK7nA4UgvCtfI6t7bUxd_Vx_Iqa8YEuP5sWzwrd8VC2O8qIVQYtwVeo1g/s1600-h/PC260022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419594414241563234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZjRSVNX1Tb_9SIoJMMMyLvwexBF6dIK3JGBw2EmDZGZOI9b5TKsukFpnor1v96MnrJrmmNzlWyaytoMKbfflK7nA4UgvCtfI6t7bUxd_Vx_Iqa8YEuP5sWzwrd8VC2O8qIVQYtwVeo1g/s320/PC260022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Meanwhile the riders drank their warming drinks, and chatted amongst themselves, whilst the hounds came amongst the crowd for some welcome fuss.<br /><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419597644795353154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYH0i8Jt5KZTNEVAzZCbAN3SqdePBNMJSy9MLUeZN4imkKvtkig_KDFHDm96326ITDm7EVLaqE68uYMDvj694aUQ3AaMp9tD8tFNZPtk0xCl6Lg4APFHqFWHIr3OvebD2MVoFxHn7FaC3L/s320/PC260021.JPG" border="0" />We were amazed by how clear the skies had become, and realised that we could actually see further than we ever had before from this spot.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zxCqhgT1eTB-XgTaCY1w5LjPbMcNaY9Es87e-nfWd7NpTol0haAZR5RFfXZtRGopWP_PnPN_uH2GOzyefdEbKzHqokaEE-hv5WNoHUjXuuvYPn0npeKfBikh-NOdCP7kiMKU6C1uFVy8/s1600-h/PC260030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419594399340748002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zxCqhgT1eTB-XgTaCY1w5LjPbMcNaY9Es87e-nfWd7NpTol0haAZR5RFfXZtRGopWP_PnPN_uH2GOzyefdEbKzHqokaEE-hv5WNoHUjXuuvYPn0npeKfBikh-NOdCP7kiMKU6C1uFVy8/s320/PC260030.JPG" border="0" /></a>Once we had wandered back down to the village again, we drove back for a welcome cuppa and a nice bit of cake and cream.</div><div></div><br /><div>A very civilised day indeed!<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div></div></div></div></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-13538111400037469352009-12-25T22:00:00.000+00:002009-12-26T17:05:27.069+00:00Christmas Day 2009<div align="center"> After an early start, where we watched Fred play with his new 'bear' toy that he got from Hamish, and bury his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jumbone</span> from his Nanny in the fabric covers of the sofa, we headed on over to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jannah</span> Beth, Mel and Denise.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We had a lovely time over there, and managed to actually get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">JB</span> to open a couple of presents - she is the only teenager I know who can limit herself to one gift opening per hour!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Then it was back home to collect Fred and head on over to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Portreath</span> for our usual Christmas Day stroll on the beach.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He and Hamish had a grand time, and even met a little miniature <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Schnauzer</span> named Milo, who was only 15 weeks old. They all made friends instantly.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590029988357266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQcBKdelu1rElXsGwKiIAsfed3iFzHTRx0WO7pSqvt7ev34a3X3qDLIzyuNGPpqHs-6BhMJgGH7ROTXf9RE_J6ZTa4GeiCTCeFJAaxBsKUB3U5EED88HYeMNNTJZ_SOJUVXgH7GVbyo-k/s320/PC250007.JPG" border="0" />They were also the only ones with tinsel on their collars.... amazing, last year all the dogs on the beach were wearing something <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Christmassy</span><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590024289715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3ZAiVeyldfYWEi5WxvRRJidnshcB-8buwQLcnn8rSS2zry0pcOPo3Sjx0TiGa4Aon6nmvgKfwT0YLElKZNEPCut__yovUBNeixsroXSMqNvjB9LI-ItITJU4vjRuHfBhHB1wzzsVyR6Y/s320/PC250013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjud11KlPY-dzOZR4w2EDWvaJ5m3gsmqYnQY-eJAuWQokUr-LVodpULQU8cmjlJIyGSU4WEyrjfvCYOgF7tY-XZIrAcNOKD0KHF8QEYJPMImV7hsydOgNKjDoxF_K1gkrLcs9MnlYVgWbIX/s1600-h/PC250014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590019345652930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjud11KlPY-dzOZR4w2EDWvaJ5m3gsmqYnQY-eJAuWQokUr-LVodpULQU8cmjlJIyGSU4WEyrjfvCYOgF7tY-XZIrAcNOKD0KHF8QEYJPMImV7hsydOgNKjDoxF_K1gkrLcs9MnlYVgWbIX/s320/PC250014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvNpaQwsosSYhpPz2XNxBp99DbX4w-osf2MsZcxurVdAKG6EMj7Nh4nVc6x5yMiZCXQXyxvJaFZks7Hh8Dk6ge6g9hqVONArfTBBjKVCeDq7iqM_0O8QQxPBJJ4pYuZE9z-l473l68Tu7/s1600-h/PC250020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590015474429730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvNpaQwsosSYhpPz2XNxBp99DbX4w-osf2MsZcxurVdAKG6EMj7Nh4nVc6x5yMiZCXQXyxvJaFZks7Hh8Dk6ge6g9hqVONArfTBBjKVCeDq7iqM_0O8QQxPBJJ4pYuZE9z-l473l68Tu7/s320/PC250020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVh4Ma1r4F6vQa5SNAk84hxjIF5uucWKjrNclQ4XP7iuJLTYW8QaMwgmheaso_B-u6cQdn1GCDUWOkBuU_yobDvYukNQCiRUnx99BCBX0OENmAG6FXSZMXuOBrv6YBoXDlHr-_syxW6bx/s1600-h/PC250021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419590008483811842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVh4Ma1r4F6vQa5SNAk84hxjIF5uucWKjrNclQ4XP7iuJLTYW8QaMwgmheaso_B-u6cQdn1GCDUWOkBuU_yobDvYukNQCiRUnx99BCBX0OENmAG6FXSZMXuOBrv6YBoXDlHr-_syxW6bx/s320/PC250021.JPG" border="0" /></a>It was a beautiful day, and certainly much warmer than last year.</div><div> </div><div>It was then home and a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">snoozette</span> on the sofa before cooking the turkey dinner for our evening meal.</div><div> </div><div>YUM! </div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></div></div></div><br /></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-41395283312097606032009-12-24T23:00:00.001+00:002009-12-25T15:44:33.746+00:00Christmas Eve...<div align="center">It started out as quite a strange Christmas Eve.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I got into work for 7am, an hour earlier than normal, so that I could help Alison to clear the wages admin, and ensure that payroll went through on time. As it turns out, there was no need as she had arrived about 15 minutes before me, and was well into clearing it all.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It was then a really bitty morning, with typing up various reports and getting as many cups of tea down us as possible!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I arrived home only about 5 minutes before Paul, who suggested we pop over to the Hospital to visit his Dad, who we had heard had been taken in the previous evening.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We had an hour over there with him, and met up with Dee and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jannah</span> just as we left, who promised to let us know <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">what</span> was going on, as he may have to stay in until Boxing Day.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then it was off home to cook dinner, as we had Sally-Ann, Mike and Hamish coming over.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7DnIhd3JNK0QEG4JJC16DpnOduHJqVYGeSF9uiYLN834AKiWh0LUMBCtSl_f4AdcxClO-iZ0_ohwIJWV_ksR4jrX4p1Cu1HhMhtk_9GQWmbVNOlsmSXDuH4-esXIHJCbmxhUUW56O-Mg/s1600-h/PC240002.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419192078021548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIE2QyEgIQZm4KFaVoBvZfBxw5zxnKWZ0n0G2JTpYud3b5ImaXWaWbz1y6ldnlm8keg0FrrMY3MxUNZgN46CAGq8grTjLgx1uKUElikJpqs4-gG6SkYlXRKcFPkOgWpJ7DMGi12jKc_mC/s320/PC240001.JPG" border="0" />The dogs were angels, despite my Fred wanting to go out every 5 minutes!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtylwK3LP2u917tBmtHnFrbNEt3C1GMJWn7DkgLMMZ6GNAtQRLHqM5BdTHSu3bgKfBF55ucHgYg02ORnwqy66wclJeXffB32Fzk5n5ZBJ58TFpJlpg3xSn-t_jPIQgVz7IzfC1Y5WM6OI/s1600-h/PC240003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419192071093632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtylwK3LP2u917tBmtHnFrbNEt3C1GMJWn7DkgLMMZ6GNAtQRLHqM5BdTHSu3bgKfBF55ucHgYg02ORnwqy66wclJeXffB32Fzk5n5ZBJ58TFpJlpg3xSn-t_jPIQgVz7IzfC1Y5WM6OI/s320/PC240003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hamish enjoyed some love off of him Mom, whilst poor Mike looked on, in the dim and little light that he could cope with behind his shades.<br /><br />We had a lovely evening, and enjoyed some big laughs watching Victoria Wood's Christmas Show, and revelling in the iconic song that we all remembered from her 90's show.<br /><br />Then it was time for Paul to drive them back home, and as he picked his phone up, he noticed a text from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jannah</span>..... Their Dad was home, as the doctors had managed to get all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">introvenus</span> antibiotics in that they wanted to.<br /><br />At least he could enjoy his Christmas Day in his own home.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-67541133139758362682009-12-22T16:30:00.000+00:002009-12-25T15:09:26.656+00:00Afternoon Beach Romp<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4yjGX5M2VObjV05JUCQzoxg0NbuY3DSZduTMcnCscjHwvdeFhIzk3oCnasqRJSnHr8X4EIsTnxkZyWe3HD7ELpJxisvs0KXXE9TJ3qKFFDnG-G4xXS2Z9rN3QZ3kTnJlY6bU0I89Q2Hf/s1600-h/PC220001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419189656095213154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4yjGX5M2VObjV05JUCQzoxg0NbuY3DSZduTMcnCscjHwvdeFhIzk3oCnasqRJSnHr8X4EIsTnxkZyWe3HD7ELpJxisvs0KXXE9TJ3qKFFDnG-G4xXS2Z9rN3QZ3kTnJlY6bU0I89Q2Hf/s400/PC220001.JPG" border="0" /></a> The weather was so good today, that I called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sally-Ann</span> to see if they fancied a walk on the beach after I finished work.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3-5D4riEMsBTXut12Y86uxqRLAIyEzIBMO6a-GuEnnT6Nz_LEWqM3xJ39cnmlXrNfVEd1AIaqP_KThsgbAODofwlU3X8w2BZ4WTRS8WRgSQZHmGPsAcFCMup3fST2BOfU5zqsvL3QGb9/s1600-h/PC220002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419189652754686514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3-5D4riEMsBTXut12Y86uxqRLAIyEzIBMO6a-GuEnnT6Nz_LEWqM3xJ39cnmlXrNfVEd1AIaqP_KThsgbAODofwlU3X8w2BZ4WTRS8WRgSQZHmGPsAcFCMup3fST2BOfU5zqsvL3QGb9/s400/PC220002.JPG" border="0" /></a>The dogs got very excited to see each other again, and went racing off, following each other, where one sniffed , so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">did</span> the other, where one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pee'd</span> so did the other (yep you heard correctly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LOL</span>)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfi61RZ3WRtGECkuY1KX9RnqXFnTv_3d-UUx7FXdLqHZdgbC_rwMjRFD__gUpuXbYq6eLXB2keWRHoqubOA61ksEmbihJTd9coz6yxDaiLExcuSeMV0vbm-qH4oVm8x9J_r3Zsu9MdIlq/s1600-h/PC220003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419189645900910914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfi61RZ3WRtGECkuY1KX9RnqXFnTv_3d-UUx7FXdLqHZdgbC_rwMjRFD__gUpuXbYq6eLXB2keWRHoqubOA61ksEmbihJTd9coz6yxDaiLExcuSeMV0vbm-qH4oVm8x9J_r3Zsu9MdIlq/s400/PC220003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDMspaRfn86GaV9cNkfVh4CL7uTvox4zcyAZV-T_wU00b9YG5wDuCEMet4woGQ-4ZwftH0mZoirbH0fWoKpR_aZydep-Vrr0FnhCaLAhKSZIYllpeW169DnlgRk0IaYBS9AKxekMVdfX3/s1600-h/PC220004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419188945503994866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDMspaRfn86GaV9cNkfVh4CL7uTvox4zcyAZV-T_wU00b9YG5wDuCEMet4woGQ-4ZwftH0mZoirbH0fWoKpR_aZydep-Vrr0FnhCaLAhKSZIYllpeW169DnlgRk0IaYBS9AKxekMVdfX3/s400/PC220004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We stopped at the end of the beach, by our rock and took some pictures of our glorious afternoon<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRok4DWNWQb6Yzbmmr3XLcEpUnTvBYcTIMkTowI0ro55ze9rtDC2-tJLge60j2aszN2QG4ztznVPosCLH5QhfgDAoM2H1rhyphenhyphenotrbDF-oVATDAPT1djWJLZvlS1FWJUSujEuBIyPkSEL9go/s1600-h/PC220005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419188943758640882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRok4DWNWQb6Yzbmmr3XLcEpUnTvBYcTIMkTowI0ro55ze9rtDC2-tJLge60j2aszN2QG4ztznVPosCLH5QhfgDAoM2H1rhyphenhyphenotrbDF-oVATDAPT1djWJLZvlS1FWJUSujEuBIyPkSEL9go/s400/PC220005.JPG" border="0" /></a> and then proceeded to follow the boys back, all the time gossiping away like mad, to catch up on the last few weeks worth of stories!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8eAs51MgccahhCNP7QWTaH9L8tIK_Ervjv9ck-K_d0tzPj9PuclaPFHl821TK4E9_fSLyscFZV5pVYG-LjyM_yuawv1nBB2-MEsg0GUGDiMhfCkLW34joK-4jaaD0KLftQkqUb82VJck/s1600-h/PC220006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419188936822886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8eAs51MgccahhCNP7QWTaH9L8tIK_Ervjv9ck-K_d0tzPj9PuclaPFHl821TK4E9_fSLyscFZV5pVYG-LjyM_yuawv1nBB2-MEsg0GUGDiMhfCkLW34joK-4jaaD0KLftQkqUb82VJck/s400/PC220006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OL4Tm503avoCDAd0kNIAj4luM60PNgzxm3ULE7r-8g_hhJEuaCOZz0zDcIHQ81_9pzUe-wS0SK-E4BlJ33b2zyRmAMBibiiKjbZa1nfCYN-plm5lbvTU2nIcdamRRwgJiZOWQC2hPgaW/s1600-h/PC220007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419188933196710498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OL4Tm503avoCDAd0kNIAj4luM60PNgzxm3ULE7r-8g_hhJEuaCOZz0zDcIHQ81_9pzUe-wS0SK-E4BlJ33b2zyRmAMBibiiKjbZa1nfCYN-plm5lbvTU2nIcdamRRwgJiZOWQC2hPgaW/s400/PC220007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd649ZFak7nLBLwvOXiTd9DwdoGqnCC3L4MOBszj3buCHaXuxKZhc3Ojm4fWjXvR7AKxEp1mTm5lwd7-x6LO0MpQ_nGm_SWMxWf3lCHI_zDgkLZi9fCZ0wiXDKqUjyTp8imANtI2TmpEM/s1600-h/PC220008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419188923182879138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd649ZFak7nLBLwvOXiTd9DwdoGqnCC3L4MOBszj3buCHaXuxKZhc3Ojm4fWjXvR7AKxEp1mTm5lwd7-x6LO0MpQ_nGm_SWMxWf3lCHI_zDgkLZi9fCZ0wiXDKqUjyTp8imANtI2TmpEM/s400/PC220008.JPG" border="0" /></a> A lovely afternoon, of gossip and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">exercise</span>!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-47240292437415036862009-12-21T18:40:00.001+00:002009-12-21T18:44:59.184+00:00Have a Sparkly Christmas Everyone<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-Y7hQGxwwaiLNNS78tX7OJwRbO-phVcwaaI1tjIekByUqpt6pAflgx3EOCFLaqhKjGQwDxLiOMUm6ICEBjRK82SQ1AIXAsDbzEp0Y93BrAkYp4ijsHsLezQznC-W894acj95hfZhAowA/s1600-h/PC210004+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417762279060521538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-Y7hQGxwwaiLNNS78tX7OJwRbO-phVcwaaI1tjIekByUqpt6pAflgx3EOCFLaqhKjGQwDxLiOMUm6ICEBjRK82SQ1AIXAsDbzEp0Y93BrAkYp4ijsHsLezQznC-W894acj95hfZhAowA/s400/PC210004+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">x</span></em></strong></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-45119878085590153692009-12-19T22:00:00.004+00:002009-12-20T15:36:47.137+00:00Strictly Come Dancing 2009<div align="center">The best season so far, and it's gotta be said that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tonight's</span> final was a very tight run thing..... Did I enjoy it? Did I ever! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417338677550622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkWtuPLYdBhW8VHZrlCPtq7SMrSSAydw_zNb1JG-TAXIR3ljcanjcvyUErNzWKe8O3Lkjs_RyhcnC7syyJe8jJJorW2HztGS1hMl64YUdhvwOmVEZRP8kT_fAm-NYs9I5MR6LI8PSuhIi/s400/202737.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">I stood and cheered as Chris and Ola were crowned the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SCD</span> Winners for 2009. Their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Charleston</span> was THE dance the season, if not of all 7 seasons! If you don't believe me, see for yourself - you can watch it <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkNu67YNWFg">here</a></p><p align="center">Well done Team Cola</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-49633667816271881742009-12-18T09:24:00.004+00:002009-12-18T09:33:57.530+00:00Sharon's Christmas Cake Recipe<div align="center">I just received this recipe from my friend, and it sounded so scrummy, I thought I'd share....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Christmas Cake recipe!!</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ingredients: </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 2 cups flour </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 1 stick butter </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 1 cup of water </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 1 tsp baking soda </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 1 cup of sugar </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 1 tsp salt </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 1 cup of brown sugar </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* Lemon juice </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 4 large eggs </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* Nuts </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 2 bottles of wine </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* 2 cups of dried fruit </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sample the wine to check quality. </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></div></span></strong></em></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Take a large bowl, check the wine again. </span></strong></em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><div align="left">To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Repeat. </div><div align="left">Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Beat again. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">At this point it's best to make sure the wine is still OK. Try another cup... Just in case. </div><div align="left">Turn off the mixerer thingy. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Break 2 eggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Pick the frigging fruit up off floor. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Mix on the turner. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver.</div><div align="left">Sample the wine to check for tonsisticity. </div><div align="left">Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. </div><div align="left">Check the wine. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.. Add one table. </div><div align="left">Add a spoon of sugar, or some fink. Whatever you can find. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Greash the oven. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Don't forget to beat off the turner. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Finally, throw the bowl through the window. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Finish the wine and wipe counter with the cat.<br /></div><div align="left">Go to Tesco and buy cake. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Bingle Jells!</span><br /></div></strong></em></span>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-9154419460907009462009-12-18T08:54:00.002+00:002009-12-18T09:19:32.811+00:00Tis the season to feel rubbish!.....<p align="center">Sorry for the big blank pause <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggers</span></span>, but I have been, and still am, full of a really nasty cold <span style="font-size:78%;">(does a womens cold translate to flu in man speak)</span> since Tuesday, and finally gave up whilst at work on Wednesday, and came home to bed, which is where I am posting this from in between the wretching over the conveniently placed bin!</span></p><p align="center">Needless to say I will have to go back a few days to tell you about our works Christmas Party on Saturday evening, as my brain has been so full of nasty things that I have not been able to think straight to be able to show what a great time we had.</p><p align="center">So sit back and scroll down, for the party photo's and story. x</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-63664223754622119292009-12-12T23:59:00.008+00:002009-12-18T08:53:04.344+00:00Penmere Perfection...<div align="center">Although I've not mentioned any details on my blog up until now, I have been working diligently behind the scenes since the beginning of September, to organise a Christmas Dinner Dance party night for my favourite work friends and I. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I am a huge fan of Christmas and can't get enough of the whole love, joy and being with friends at this time of year. Unfortunately the meaning of Christmas seems to have got more and more diluted over the years, and even since I was a child things have become more and more commercial.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Christmas to me in 2009 is being able to spend some time with my favourite people, and not necessarily the giving of gifts.... that's not to say that I have not been out and bought gifts, so don't panic too much dearies, but to know that I can get a hug of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BFF</span> is more than enough for me.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Anyway, I digress. The Christmas Party Night.... In the past we have just booked a meal at the local carvery and turned up 15 minutes before, chomped down the chow, and headed off home after an hour and half.</p><div align="center">This year I had plans for glitter, dancing and being able to spend time with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aforementioned</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BFF's</span>.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">We did the whole Yell.com search for decent hotels within a 20 to 30 minute drive of all of our homes, and I contacted them for details of party nights if any, and the menu's they were offering.</p><p align="center">We narrowed it down to 3 hotels, and then, finally, down to the <a href="http://www.penmeremanorhotel.co.uk/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Penmere</span> Manor</a> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Falmouth</span>. The girls on their reception were so very helpful, and offered details for any questions, swiftly and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">concisely</span> by return email. So this was the hotel we booked.</p><div align="center">Having arranged the <a href="http://cornish-beachbrummie.blogspot.com/search/label/Burns%20Night">Burns Night</a> for the 5 owners club back in January, I had a fair idea as to how to make things easier, both for the hotel and myself.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">I generated food order forms for each person, so that I could advise the hotel of the orders in advance, as they had requested, and having made everyone part with their deposit, I headed over to the hotel one afternoon, to pay up and give them the menu choices.</p><div align="center">As the hotel was offering a very very reduced bedroom rate for anyone attending a party night, I had promised to check one out and report back. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OMG</span> the hotel, bedroom and event room was gorgeous. An old 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span> century manor house, with a gym, sauna, jacuzzi, indoor and outdoor swimming pool, and all situated in beautiful beautiful grounds.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Needless to say I booked a room for Liza, who had asked me to keep it quiet from her other half, and also for us. We originally were not going to stop, as we have had an awful lot of expenditure recently and this would just be an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">indulgence</span>, but hey, I could not turn this opportunity down. It was a chance for Fred to stop in a posh hotel for only £8..... I could not possibly deny my poor little doggy this could I, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">LOL</span>.</p><div align="center">I knew that having ordered their meals so far in advance, that no-one would remember what they wanted, and so, I made little name cards for the table, and inside I inserted a label with their menu choice, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">therefore</span> alleviating the need for my big red folder containing all of my information and co-ordination details.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">The next question was how was I to do this. Give them the place card on arrival and let it be every man for himself to the table, or place them ready on the table so that all they had to do was arrive and sit.</p><div align="center">One afternoon, in the office, it was decided that we would pull names from a hat to decide where to place people. I started with Alison and her husband David in the middle of the table and worked out from them. I wanted to ensure that they had a good spot, as Alison has had a pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">grot</span> year with recovering from all of her chemo etc.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Finally, we arrived at a seating plan, with partners opposite each other, and now all that was needed was to panic that the meal and hotel would meet expectations.... I have to say I was pretty stressed over it all, as this was out of my hands and I could do no more to make it a great night for us.</p><div align="center">Out of 16 people attending our little gathering, 10 of us were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">stopping</span> at the hotel for the night, and I felt very responsible for the fact that they had all spent a lot of money, and I just wanted it to go well.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">I needn't have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">panicked</span>. Everyone arrived at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">allotted</span> time, and we had a few drinks in the bar, while I took each couple off to one of the lovely side rooms for a special photo to commemorate the evening. Bless them all for agreeing to this. They know that I am a camera maniac, and they also know that it will all end up on here, but what good sports they all were!</p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416487806167634258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcB99x0NGZ0oyZj319AdrkjbsXEEFn-qwnZF6aka8okIKGw2gsPue2EQ_Waya36AAg5sneTTgsVUM6XsDd6hreqL7BVJghvLDlAwRFvYjbRDQG_wlMp2d6m2kt6zV761Y2KjTAtpTKm_ve/s320/PC120025.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416487822120359698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RfrNhTnxp-um7_iJ84i64MtOjSLy4imRxkra_0055Wwr2Xxt8DY0pS-Pt5m3CHGpqyaUmRGMVYWsHCqAKF3LwpaipaiMGYrWt-qeLprC0jyNlHmDT8kc155giS5xcDfWpwDJ-4xhCOyp/s320/PC120029.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416487824345973970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1EDTh8UJnvKRQ_L9kyBJ5XSZ9HD6O5cjI2vNgFDajFv-5vbryOYb8ZpPk0b7NlXkzAJ4zrHd5TNSdqBDfDqQyv_IvXJceGfqgRIgZxvf5C0sHPudQ7iPBr-5hrFKsEE4NxD5sAUJjvBY/s320/PC120030.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488745848582514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HK7cRiS-RsWP_q_TgbRF7mpUZ82o_Ud2yda7AP-nwxNoi3rCBkeG_RcxSIGCYZLNClcVwkxUJO-YhsBMJeVHZsObTmFKf9kDw8htIA4W44K2d8rI7V0esQ2049QPG8R0L6ypB0Yd0glh/s320/PC120035.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416487816573432626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpZhsXKXV_58HVSchnVDSX87bnYK0_jpdjliXS-c_N8y2-F5gsIa8TRSrw4hqlqHm-Uc8C59TjoeRkQVPjle0yBVvRRlxJtrEUKciv4lg8HRBOK1jlhonCHmW4az3645fEjQJRxOVsA6p/s320/PC120026.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488752881480530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aIhHooL2kQw9hb2BnPnH0FJAD8eWQhL3qMOlkVxPmkaIs0DpJ8p5iMA3bseF0OKDoZ-4ViwpuWmTtbycVl-2MGcmGBlN_m-51xH_JItbT6l99G2TkeXUeAHDq1LFoV4stl0q1GRpl3id/s320/PC120037.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488760848654450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSeWmID0qLfmxEWUxMBCWrnT11S8lX8_MHiDaz7RyZmlW_yTpqp-ZR73Fa5jx60v5IoviDoIdanyrzMBTZ9ilkM0PEd3Fp5NXcx-BIxgVN4m-ai7acjJc9hPMmK5ASA0CWN-3ubjxr4w2d/s320/PC120040.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488758779558354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXYdjjZYGf04z4DWaSQtcbsIK-3Gv_6JZFQi011wDJqkc57CprIOV89JwEimqG4_Gtv_WoosQC91qMHgr6_3PUATC0vrfE9cMXAVXweYMc0PTCjoND2qGf8PQR4EgTZPQVjrpZeXj6Z0Z/s320/PC120042.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416487802614485522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRnvohoej0suMA089vNStgAtZNgb2zBHl0oXjHkAVah6cueTZFEEXEMvjNkwXFvFr2n7OjOThNAEireWqGw9wQXzJyJ_2JEi0gXMlorzvl9mO7JtujxCLP77yZUqAxKlbhsH-4Hwjm_6T/s320/DSCF0644.JPG" border="0" />Then I had a huge SHOCK! </p><div align="center">I turned around and Alison was stood there with the most beautiful, and huge bouquet of flowers, and they were for me! WHY? Because I had done all of the organising of the evening they said, and they wanted to show their appreciation! How I did not cry on the spot I'll never know.... talk about unexpected!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416485598896216514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhZrEfmj3P7pazxc5m0fxB_tqP4MnemJidshxJnKywBgjkw6p76DcjI4Filrg-l7qNcdiBlDBMe-qjpM-VASCguBc32Wlh-GhkChnESgvkt7jKKc6r95UdnBdvBz4gfL6V_PWxpFFedtZ/s320/PC120024.JPG" border="0" />Not long after this shocker, we headed off to our table, which I managed to snap before we destroyed it </p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416486313360966898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXzNsjZYmipwwd1OsRSTEYQ1T7Hs3IWdrsjH4IQ0_akpmwR2W8pgGF9ONObChPji4TepvLdekfDwaul-vbKXI9Cz8xoR1LJbE3EfdALKmZPRlFbP61DpwT6rIYNZcDR-0AHJvaYKynw8K/s320/PC120023.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488768458984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4RwmAByUjazUoC-iNtcO5ez6XnMiMHWSBqeEP4R99c1Ylt7569B1aOcMypwo7A6kuWlv2XraV5WxiUAQuqBSEmTcd6EdnHr1Qhk_g59QnEB8y5wx8GdkZjVDNNKWwnPfCCxcnPIRwjU-/s320/PC120052.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">After the most d<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ivine</span> meal ever, the dance floor seemed far too empty, so we helped out a little, as you do!<br /></p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416492844527807410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UCl6R_SMp_qMXbC1qoCiAdXJairF7QbMch0eBoPjXTHFVrzQVW2lircufyjixKHJJu-O79KYXp8WbOI4Dwziz56oyXss-_jFyC5SOav_ycLfUNGapznvyFo-bD5ahPWW6U_9vmnpkF5c/s320/PC120067.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />A thoroughly enjoyable evening was had by all, and the following Monday, as they all started to arrive at work, it was all we could talk about.<br /><br />We emailed Sally at the Hotel to say what a fab time we had had, and then booked again for December 2010.</p><p align="center">A wonderful evening - What was I worrying about? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">LOL</span>!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-34867203950731384202009-12-07T20:30:00.001+00:002009-12-08T16:42:56.078+00:00Paul's Pain<p align="center">Paul was still in immense pain this morning when we awoke, so I told him that I would be calling Nigel to book him in for some realignment.</p><p align="center">Nigel is the Osteopath that comes to our work to ensure that people are kept fit and not having to take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">un</span>-necessary time off with pain that could be prevented if treated immediately.</p><p align="center">He has been qualified for 30 years and really knows his stuff. I know, as he has treated my back on a number of occasions, and always reduces the pain to zero in one visit, despite it being a chronic problem that I have had for a number of years.</p><p align="center">We drove down to St Ives for a 6.30 appointment, and Nigel welcomed us with open arms.</p><p align="center">He took some medical histories from Paul who explained that this was an injury that had happened about 6 years ago, but had reared it's head after doing some heavy lifting at work recently.</p><p align="center">He then did some basic tests - reflex, cardiac, blood pressure (which was a little high), and a few other things to give him an idea if everything was as it should be.</p><p align="center">Then the hard work began. Nigel began to manipulate, pull and push various part of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Paul's</span> back, arms, legs and buttocks, with a few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ow's</span> coming <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">from</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Paul's</span> mouth and a few 'Was that you? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LOL</span>' comments from Nigel.</p><p align="center">Finally, he pronounces that the results were the best they could be for the severity of his injury, but that he will be sore tomorrow.</p><p align="center">We booked him in for next Monday for, hopefully, a final realignment, and paid Nigel the reduced price that he had given us as a friends and family discount.</p><p align="center">Paul was amazed, as he already felt loads better.</p><p align="center">Of course, all I could say was - "I told you so"</p><p align="center">Nigel has wonderful hands!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-85757487017437851332009-12-06T14:00:00.004+00:002009-12-08T16:26:32.506+00:00Battling the Beacon<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz13FexSJMC3-gB4-GrKBFe_x81sVLv93QyUBkVonRqf4teQM6BKUbWeq57rqTUrXrhaygmQwTQHBq3B0Ck4i6XTzgsidYGUEzzcdNndR_394cpUAtuoXFCGmJpFHAvp3O_6G4fOE1uu03/s1600-h/PC060007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412898726462555666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz13FexSJMC3-gB4-GrKBFe_x81sVLv93QyUBkVonRqf4teQM6BKUbWeq57rqTUrXrhaygmQwTQHBq3B0Ck4i6XTzgsidYGUEzzcdNndR_394cpUAtuoXFCGmJpFHAvp3O_6G4fOE1uu03/s320/PC060007.JPG" border="0" /></a> OK - so today's title is a little dramatic, but hey - those winds were gale force, and we really did have to battle against them to get to the top of St Agnes Beacon!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfoSPi5iYKFuulW9P-Rddhvdk9r9jZP7h7jof52PncW9t_f6oFf3IJhqNJ58-qmz26tsjm3EtnMi105CJ1PDTZAAxbfiTEZSYlUUOjg_OFwJMWIbH1T42EHHDrZXJlr3qfmFKCYtwq63y/s1600-h/PC060001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412898724213175426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfoSPi5iYKFuulW9P-Rddhvdk9r9jZP7h7jof52PncW9t_f6oFf3IJhqNJ58-qmz26tsjm3EtnMi105CJ1PDTZAAxbfiTEZSYlUUOjg_OFwJMWIbH1T42EHHDrZXJlr3qfmFKCYtwq63y/s320/PC060001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Once we started on up the hillside, we realised that, not one of us was as fit as we should be! Sally-Ann has a bad back, my hip is still very painful, Mikes eyes are very sore and hidden <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">behind</span> sunglasses still, and Paul damaged his back at work, so I need to book him in with the wonderful Nigel and his Magic Hands.... (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that's</span> the osteopath from work for those of you who are new to my blog!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqyk-DE_8XXzkIlrfcXQfGl1Cv-mtVJeG40kIngJcacqD8NP2A6IvBMFtLOvwyg_yfEwM1Mhie9pwq82mLzxd6pkvGQ_zhdDffS6KF4laU77ZrlZHSpw4TdgxGK-zuC5JhUOcAKA7JRV2/s1600-h/PC060002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412898716637330226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqyk-DE_8XXzkIlrfcXQfGl1Cv-mtVJeG40kIngJcacqD8NP2A6IvBMFtLOvwyg_yfEwM1Mhie9pwq82mLzxd6pkvGQ_zhdDffS6KF4laU77ZrlZHSpw4TdgxGK-zuC5JhUOcAKA7JRV2/s320/PC060002.JPG" border="0" /></a> the walk up the hillside was well worth it for the views we were getting<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgdyoTCiB2eyUZmA-saYJ7jjW-JRG2KVvZL3WzJJoJ6rIwEC_1guezewAPUKKckLcM_9TBS6I9MfP0IW-dWIWqNVYoJON37E-6W9ygcTA7z9NEqRfP8_y5Kp5oIsIZoVUIk52LqfhHxdJ/s1600-h/PC060003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412898711441990482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgdyoTCiB2eyUZmA-saYJ7jjW-JRG2KVvZL3WzJJoJ6rIwEC_1guezewAPUKKckLcM_9TBS6I9MfP0IW-dWIWqNVYoJON37E-6W9ygcTA7z9NEqRfP8_y5Kp5oIsIZoVUIk52LqfhHxdJ/s320/PC060003.JPG" border="0" /></a> and once at the top Fred stopped to admire were we had come from, despite the wind flattening his hair to his head, bless him!<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSEWmwscwMGP1b_Nn1VKkN2gPHIQ6eWy00tuvEC2czXsT8Q-SrwmEtNL1cwZYN-dV3u9rgJ1lysTFVf1cYd36zq-EJBeOeIoqwF1G9-SalSYJmdJxFUkvs9yHLr5dCoaMYEuEAzYHlF88/s1600-h/PC060004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897682398417666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSEWmwscwMGP1b_Nn1VKkN2gPHIQ6eWy00tuvEC2czXsT8Q-SrwmEtNL1cwZYN-dV3u9rgJ1lysTFVf1cYd36zq-EJBeOeIoqwF1G9-SalSYJmdJxFUkvs9yHLr5dCoaMYEuEAzYHlF88/s320/PC060004.JPG" border="0" /></a> Paul and Mike braved standing still long enough for a picture</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPDu5vxmz2QyGomZCknzr4pVR8k92hrL34epPZKiFnsYptN9pJR40VgC_xcPhu2sawGY940BguGDUd9kBYwhNBg1oH2TBAfRQ8VwEtsQZoFsnzQJjE1oZ5Nug0H78bUQa8vTHHIXPj4FU/s1600-h/PC060005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897648434489906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPDu5vxmz2QyGomZCknzr4pVR8k92hrL34epPZKiFnsYptN9pJR40VgC_xcPhu2sawGY940BguGDUd9kBYwhNBg1oH2TBAfRQ8VwEtsQZoFsnzQJjE1oZ5Nug0H78bUQa8vTHHIXPj4FU/s320/PC060005.JPG" border="0" /></a> then it was time to head back down, this time on the other side of the hill, so were were actually <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">able</span> to breath for a while against the wind, which had taken out breath from us on the way up<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412900947255636946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-Bpx6iHNjnW_h4SGJZ4vqcr9xRnjN4i0FZFzjQ_RANJbhkOHM_qo4c5-vnb6-GkqwmBWYkBFgUVPflqUOt9FxYCFnX59N7AabnNqARbaQiVrmdl4gRaZ4W3zmGukIvQYoqhurFMdRlKE/s320/PC060006.JPG" border="0" /> <div>The four boys went on ahead, whilst Sally-Ann and I took a few long shots of the distant rainbow, that you can just make out to the off centre right of the below picture<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicv6-sJNwB9X2R8KgiNYZ-FOTbAi-Lb60G3S1Bl8yfHzdSVKHkFeLqBiGQ0n1gAlyx67qQpZjGwfsnJ1zWNeqhpjrU56YW3lInPjWz7okVz0hki-6nxfb6pWa3Ksm2pkCuCFcOFScjHlGa/s1600-h/PC060008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897634471177650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicv6-sJNwB9X2R8KgiNYZ-FOTbAi-Lb60G3S1Bl8yfHzdSVKHkFeLqBiGQ0n1gAlyx67qQpZjGwfsnJ1zWNeqhpjrU56YW3lInPjWz7okVz0hki-6nxfb6pWa3Ksm2pkCuCFcOFScjHlGa/s320/PC060008.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had a lovely walk that really blew the cobwebs away, and even better, the heavens didn't open til we got back to the car!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-68606216613317193202009-12-05T16:42:00.002+00:002009-12-05T16:51:01.525+00:00OMG Is This It???<p align="center">MENOPAUSE!</p><p align="center">Having <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">walked</span> the length and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">breadth</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Truro</span> in the cold and rain, why is it that I was seriously overheating?</p><p align="center">Even my poor husband, who always has to put up with me having the heating on, as I am notoriously a cold bunny, had his coat and hat on, and admitted to not being very warm.</p><p align="center">I plodded around town in a top made of t-shirt fabric, albeit with long sleeves, and a scarf around my neck. I carried my coat as I just could not cope with the heat!</p><p align="center">Up until this last fortnight, I have only overheated during the night, but every morning this last couple of weeks, I have arrived at work and opened all of the windows - good job I start before the rest of them, by the time they arrive, I've usually managed to regulate my temperature and then go back to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">feeling</span> the cold as usual!</p><p align="center">If this is it, let it move on fast - PLEASE!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-44376085171413136062009-11-28T18:00:00.004+00:002009-11-29T11:51:17.145+00:00The Good Life ....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1TwQgeYcm7LgAXBGQZUaLcUrt_EKZF1JgmV-Ic4FMXHA0dQY4c0yytIy3N7PjNS7LUmUr6kFpK0u1A4ocLVa2PLO5-mt7iAfPmEP8MmCJz02q0tjVc-9XIypRlNTTWgxMd-TSe8xZVo6/s1600/PB280004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409489440485990274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1TwQgeYcm7LgAXBGQZUaLcUrt_EKZF1JgmV-Ic4FMXHA0dQY4c0yytIy3N7PjNS7LUmUr6kFpK0u1A4ocLVa2PLO5-mt7iAfPmEP8MmCJz02q0tjVc-9XIypRlNTTWgxMd-TSe8xZVo6/s320/PB280004.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Today</span> we got the keys to our new toy - the chap who sold it to us included loads of equipment so there is pretty much nothing that we need to buy, despite what we thought when we first got the idea to do this.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Of course no caravan would be complete without a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cocktail</span> bar - and ours lights us when you open the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cabinet</span> door! We really are in the sitcom now - just call us Margot and Jerry! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LOL</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeMbAz3WJR5DOhI46bzDBjjOgitDTttd9Pxx4urAT1zSZAT8QNZQgo6EmnUZOjoGHutYLMhGSZm1lHftUsXYup-HVuB2iI6DZ2tWEuJyABme5zSypyFXdLscU0xPN_qbwKka4dq46QUA1/s1600/PB280005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409489438309743330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeMbAz3WJR5DOhI46bzDBjjOgitDTttd9Pxx4urAT1zSZAT8QNZQgo6EmnUZOjoGHutYLMhGSZm1lHftUsXYup-HVuB2iI6DZ2tWEuJyABme5zSypyFXdLscU0xPN_qbwKka4dq46QUA1/s320/PB280005.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'll be the one wearing a floating green caftan and Paul will be in the burgundy velour evening jacket <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LOL</span> We even got the glasses included! Shame the bottle of gin didn't get left too Ha Ha<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOKntdsQRDbM0zvnWj41MeAE5PhIffRHhDq-JhX4e_uWWBgNGp8mUvQeczyKZlv3ZAHsAF-Kima0jxS0_jGe42UWsI-NX4y3qMOTG6oJVk3I6Ix2em7zhwRU4yeJIL9HAo2KpHTPHtzZv/s1600/PB280006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409489434065319826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOKntdsQRDbM0zvnWj41MeAE5PhIffRHhDq-JhX4e_uWWBgNGp8mUvQeczyKZlv3ZAHsAF-Kima0jxS0_jGe42UWsI-NX4y3qMOTG6oJVk3I6Ix2em7zhwRU4yeJIL9HAo2KpHTPHtzZv/s320/PB280006.JPG" border="0" /></a> The curtain are pink velour (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mmmm</span> nice!) and will clash with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Paul's</span> evening jacket, but hey ho this is camping so anything goes don't you think?The large yellow thing on the floor is the awning<br />which should be good fun trying to put up the first time!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUJ9qqM52v1SquzFwZenRSw5muP0TVvysqH6LjpsXGMeTRzVjxwcXYFUugpZKOSkLP3SVzFSvMWzu6dt4aBewLiBaGKgAU7Op6AJh1Avtkc8JzX0AFZ3reQlYvJfNve6u_jHsZLq_fVIp/s1600/PB280062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409489428708648466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUJ9qqM52v1SquzFwZenRSw5muP0TVvysqH6LjpsXGMeTRzVjxwcXYFUugpZKOSkLP3SVzFSvMWzu6dt4aBewLiBaGKgAU7Op6AJh1Avtkc8JzX0AFZ3reQlYvJfNve6u_jHsZLq_fVIp/s320/PB280062.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">pre</span> caftan mode lounging in my new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">holiday</span> abode<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgexgItPqZIGQAGNU8r8LzFx2GNNqykcOvmqWfM0zpc3pCou88TUEoDfSvr6evSmmu-HeMIkb7d1qnozEagFs6cfE6sbZcAHDmLOGB1hnA7h3bYrAU6zFNAPntEOUDQjQJ7gPxpuNsSyW8U/s1600/PB280063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409489423787876402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgexgItPqZIGQAGNU8r8LzFx2GNNqykcOvmqWfM0zpc3pCou88TUEoDfSvr6evSmmu-HeMIkb7d1qnozEagFs6cfE6sbZcAHDmLOGB1hnA7h3bYrAU6zFNAPntEOUDQjQJ7gPxpuNsSyW8U/s320/PB280063.JPG" border="0" /></a> and here we both are auditioning for the Good Life re-runs - what do you mean Not Posh Enough for Margot and Jerry's part??? Are you kidding - we are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">caravanners</span> now - Total Class Ha Ha !!!</div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></div><br /></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-44373926478865567652009-11-28T11:23:00.002+00:002009-11-29T11:36:30.474+00:00Before and After....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLF2Bh7n3-qP5vPAjOW6ZdMoBNqaX-Sic4AbiWNP3WXJ_ZZwWkOz4A65GcxwgtIpVjEziOeT4FH5xxzpvEFSgI8uYlI_5c4x0MZ_hb1wMoxbbvHfT1b3S0djh_MO4Vmg4F6w-GZ8BrQL5D/s1600/PB270001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409487032054359154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLF2Bh7n3-qP5vPAjOW6ZdMoBNqaX-Sic4AbiWNP3WXJ_ZZwWkOz4A65GcxwgtIpVjEziOeT4FH5xxzpvEFSgI8uYlI_5c4x0MZ_hb1wMoxbbvHfT1b3S0djh_MO4Vmg4F6w-GZ8BrQL5D/s320/PB270001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Right! So this bundle of mud and fur is what we have had to put up with for the past few weeks!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMAPMpwVaefQUSqXHmggb3qoM_0t5yg_t9mCFt1ciXkssIHKXJ235W3xqCf_fyt3h4es0O4Ohx6aBb8oK5ypMOKbV0GLpbMjJVGOxroC-p6y0VljzvYveNOmJGLPOZBMUOYVPDkrFQwkt8/s1600/PB270002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409487024821940818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMAPMpwVaefQUSqXHmggb3qoM_0t5yg_t9mCFt1ciXkssIHKXJ235W3xqCf_fyt3h4es0O4Ohx6aBb8oK5ypMOKbV0GLpbMjJVGOxroC-p6y0VljzvYveNOmJGLPOZBMUOYVPDkrFQwkt8/s320/PB270002.JPG" border="0" /></a>Yes he's a little cutie, and yes he knows to get on the towel after being in the mud patch that is our garden, but he really really smells! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Auntie</span> Helen like to clip him with a dirty coat, so he has to stay dirty by hook or by crook!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJw0bXt5RFbjTtFJRslmRsopXxjtmj3dtUDqGbu0-2A4P1nsP_jKNN9_mz_4rVs7QUr-Tqgjk6qiKj0AsI6dxVuJKvr5SL_ZhWlsS3bxS2DU3Sj5JPWCpkMi6SzERcj0heRWggTyeHy14/s1600/PB290001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409487018407482626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJw0bXt5RFbjTtFJRslmRsopXxjtmj3dtUDqGbu0-2A4P1nsP_jKNN9_mz_4rVs7QUr-Tqgjk6qiKj0AsI6dxVuJKvr5SL_ZhWlsS3bxS2DU3Sj5JPWCpkMi6SzERcj0heRWggTyeHy14/s320/PB290001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hooray! this morning he got his cut and is pulling every little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">trick</span> to show us he is still the little cutie he has always been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vJzsVriIy-VQ1H62M69RatNoCa0vMVsrAa4VnTqptQTtkgcaFpydWxGJaLpUJGC-emOVBnr9hpNR35W5its_hj1bbSQlDv0IDH2eIWkUwD1-SPmLq5d3kIU1pKwFhR_34_KLtgZjRzOD/s1600/PB290002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409487015287461602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vJzsVriIy-VQ1H62M69RatNoCa0vMVsrAa4VnTqptQTtkgcaFpydWxGJaLpUJGC-emOVBnr9hpNR35W5its_hj1bbSQlDv0IDH2eIWkUwD1-SPmLq5d3kIU1pKwFhR_34_KLtgZjRzOD/s320/PB290002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bless him - little does he know that the bath is calling his name now that the excess coat has gone!</div><div> </div><div>Perhaps tomorrow though, after all, he has had a very exhausting day today!<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div><br /></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105264422952871732.post-4922884910312055042009-11-24T20:30:00.000+00:002009-11-25T16:14:46.975+00:00Carpe Diem - Sieze The Day!<div align="center"> OK - so the static caravan has not sold yet, and we have no money in any hidden back up pots of gold - we live to full a life to be able to save <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span>, however this was a bargain that we just could not say no to!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Having emailed Sally-Ann to see if she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fancied</span> a trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Truro</span> this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">avo</span>, as I had some Christmas presents, and Dee's birthday pressie to buy, she suggested popping along to see this van, that they had spotted that very same morning! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(This is not actually the van, it was too dark to take a decent photo, but it will give you the idea)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408070309574549970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtK0bSyrQvI299kauIXWD0n6LcBPkpqYngiCFl0R3lW-1IcCm9rVi_cptF-QQgNFJATk2PZ2xxRRm21iKhHfqBqe9yPCQIzwPHGf51ejAl6sLYDV_qQLg-nyx6ZRuKIu65ak8cq-va0kGp/s320/1646845-233m.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">The chap who owns it at the moment has already replaced it with a newer version and had to sell fast or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">incur</span> double costs, so we managed to get it for a real bargain, a lot lower that we ever thought we would get a van for, and it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">included</span> a brand new awning, new tyres, the electric hook up cables, all the anti snake towing equipment and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">aqua roll</span> water barrel, along with loads of other stuff I just cannot remember!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievr4L1Kj1WkmHQawnWdDScnNjDDRwmSOpo6L2GlL1CLDwuGFnUrfxb52sOuG6CtHkvGqFTYRYYJUbLSDCWUnXFPcDHijMnIYaierpZUjbruzl5b0qz8fvU7bmpC4RiJceCWPv64MDMAVD/s1600/1665537-317m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408070306015723842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievr4L1Kj1WkmHQawnWdDScnNjDDRwmSOpo6L2GlL1CLDwuGFnUrfxb52sOuG6CtHkvGqFTYRYYJUbLSDCWUnXFPcDHijMnIYaierpZUjbruzl5b0qz8fvU7bmpC4RiJceCWPv64MDMAVD/s320/1665537-317m.jpg" border="0" /></a> The inside is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">immaculate</span>, and has new stainless steel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">splash backs</span> in the kitchen area.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nvIVQviRT69gwZkiVCV635-zvBBr3HSrKsBTBWr5i-b-qT096JD_Tktj13PzZyv_5IWW-uzfyR2wls6BqQVDkqArna7DhE6NfOAUVPZJD8MFOERcMe45jWQfmODits3vW1GcdYKniAyL/s1600/2EKEW01.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408070129086662322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nvIVQviRT69gwZkiVCV635-zvBBr3HSrKsBTBWr5i-b-qT096JD_Tktj13PzZyv_5IWW-uzfyR2wls6BqQVDkqArna7DhE6NfOAUVPZJD8MFOERcMe45jWQfmODits3vW1GcdYKniAyL/s400/2EKEW01.gif" border="0" /></a><br />It even has the more expensive cassette loo so that you have non of that horrid blue fluid to dispose of that I remember so 'fondly' from my childhood!<br /><br /><p align="center"></p>And so, despite the lack of funds, it was decided in about 5 minutes flat that this was a chance that we just could not miss. If we waited until the static sold we would not find anything so cheap or in such good condition again.<br /><br />Hence - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Carpe</span> Diem!<br /><p align="center"></p>We have been able to get a pitch in a secure compound that has security cameras and someone <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">on site</span> 24/7 and it will cost us a fraction of the annual running costs of our BAH. Bonus!<br /><br />Meanwhile, with a little help from some fantastic friends the cost of the van is covered temporarily for us.<br /><br />Along with same fantastic friends, we shall await the spring weather and do a little test run to Dartmoor for a long weekend to try it out - I think it will be a whole new learning curve in driving for Paul, but he is looking forward to the challenge.<br /><br /><p align="center"></p>And NO - we shall not be the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bain</span> of Jeremy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Clarkson's</span> life, and drive 15 miles per hour on the motorway whilst towing it - it won't go as far as the motorway! It will however, give us the opportunity to explore Somerset, Devon and Cornwall to it's max<br /><br />We Can't Wait!<br /><br />Well done to the dynamic duo for such a fab find, and for making it happen for us x<br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/6E77A4F732C9AF62FCFE959BED1568CC.png" /></a></p></div>Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620165390300268321noreply@blogger.com4