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My aim is to provide myself with an outlet for my writing skills and to create something that people may enjoy reading now and then.</description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>Momentous (monumental) Moment</title><link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/4c/fd51ad82df6f37babb991dcdf3993d_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/empty-sunbeds-7412620/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/update-from-illsville-7412361/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/15/i-m-back-7376589/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/bye-for-now-7299300/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/every-picture-tells-a-story-7281928/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/nearly-a-week-since-i-last-wrote-here-i-don-7279918/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/not-so-important-news-7240396/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/morning-7240029/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-clocks-went-back-wish-someone-could-explain-that-to-the-dog-7239295/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/for-isadora-7237916/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/hey-sis-i-ve-got-something-to-say-to-you-7237890/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/20/just-a-bit-of-diary-type-stuff-7211814/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/for-king-kev-s-blog-happy-day-7188346/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/time-for-a-walk-so-what-s-new-7186362/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/16/silly-sign-off-7184750/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/work-in-progress-7170247/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/13/remembering-mother-7163883/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/first-smile-of-the-day-7142939/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/harvest-festival-7140597/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/church-bells-7140574/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/07/carol-vorderman-s-dress-7115531/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/04/the-power-of-suggestion-7099271/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/04/a-pleasant-ramble-7098179/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/wild-woods-and-fishing-7091183/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/last-night-and-this-morning-7087879/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/i-m-not-an-alien-or-a-salesman-7076307/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/30/old-phone-new-phone-old-phone-oops-7065967/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/29/for-bushka-7065862/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/26/don-t-blog-walk-the-dog-7042626/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/23/wake-up-it-s-wednesday-7023204/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/empty-sunbeds-7412620/"><default:title>Empty Sunbeds</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/empty-sunbeds-7412620/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-19T11:41:24+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Wish I was on one of them!  This was taken from the balcony of our holiday apartment. Great location, the beach and sea were what you saw as you sat drinking the first cup of coffee every morning - fabulous. It was a bit too windy to actually sit out on the balcony tho' as we were on the 21st floor. Lovely and sunny, blue sky, blue sea and blue sunbeds&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Empty Sunbeds!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/194/4123194_5956da4576_m.jpeg" alt="Empty Sunbeds!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/empty-sunbeds-7412620/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Wish I was on one of them!  This was taken from the balcony of our holiday apartment. Great location, the beach and sea were what you saw as you sat drinking the first cup of coffee every morning - fabulous. It was a bit too windy to actually sit out on the balcony tho' as we were on the 21st floor. Lovely and sunny, blue sky, blue sea and blue sunbeds<img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Empty Sunbeds!"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/194/4123194_5956da4576_m.jpeg" alt="Empty Sunbeds!"></a>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/empty-sunbeds-7412620/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/update-from-illsville-7412361/"><default:title>Update from illsville!</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/update-from-illsville-7412361/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-19T10:46:19+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Good morning friends and occasional passers by, I hope that you are well and ready for a happy day. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry to say that I'm still feeling poorly with the cough and all it's other symptoms. One of which is being unbalanced - (physically that is) The infection being in my ears and throat is having that effect. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It isn't funny! I feel like I'm on the deck of a boat that is lurching from side to side. I went to Doc' yesterday and got some antibiotics, so I'm hoping that they have the desired effect of putting me right very soon. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've hardly been out of the house since I got back from my holiday and that's a week ago. I've even been hit and miss with the dog's walks, there have been days when we didn't go at all. All other activity has been minimal too including making my presence felt around here.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The afternoons are turning to night much quicker now since the clocks went back and the added darkness along with dismal weather seem to be having a negative effect on lots of people. Both of my daughters have to set off and return from work commuting in darkness and they're both complaining of feeling low and not in good spirits.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well I have to say, thinking what to write is making my brain hurt, I'm going to give it (and the rest of me) a break now. Maybe I'll pop back later when I've recuperated &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/update-from-illsville-7412361/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Good morning friends and occasional passers by, I hope that you are well and ready for a happy day. </p>
	<p>I'm sorry to say that I'm still feeling poorly with the cough and all it's other symptoms. One of which is being unbalanced - (physically that is) The infection being in my ears and throat is having that effect. </p>
	<p>It isn't funny! I feel like I'm on the deck of a boat that is lurching from side to side. I went to Doc' yesterday and got some antibiotics, so I'm hoping that they have the desired effect of putting me right very soon. </p>
	<p>I've hardly been out of the house since I got back from my holiday and that's a week ago. I've even been hit and miss with the dog's walks, there have been days when we didn't go at all. All other activity has been minimal too including making my presence felt around here.</p>
	<p>The afternoons are turning to night much quicker now since the clocks went back and the added darkness along with dismal weather seem to be having a negative effect on lots of people. Both of my daughters have to set off and return from work commuting in darkness and they're both complaining of feeling low and not in good spirits.  </p>
	<p>Well I have to say, thinking what to write is making my brain hurt, I'm going to give it (and the rest of me) a break now. Maybe I'll pop back later when I've recuperated <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/19/update-from-illsville-7412361/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/15/i-m-back-7376589/"><default:title>I'm back!</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/15/i-m-back-7376589/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-15T12:26:10+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Got back from my holiday a couple of days ago feeling refreshed, but hubbie had started with a cough and sore throat whilst we were away and now I am suffering with it too &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Here are a few images from Benidorm to give you an impression, as I don't feel like writing much. May post more later. You can click to make the pictures bigger if you want to. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="bench"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/376/4110376_2618f763d2_s.jpeg" alt="bench"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Benidorm "&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/379/4110379_bd14dc543f_s.jpeg" alt="Benidorm "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Sea view"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/380/4110380_d24f8f9f8e_s.jpeg" alt="Sea view"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Fishing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/377/4110377_8c62a650e6_s.jpeg" alt="Fishing"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/15/i-m-back-7376589/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Got back from my holiday a couple of days ago feeling refreshed, but hubbie had started with a cough and sore throat whilst we were away and now I am suffering with it too <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"><br>
Here are a few images from Benidorm to give you an impression, as I don't feel like writing much. May post more later. You can click to make the pictures bigger if you want to. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="bench"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/376/4110376_2618f763d2_s.jpeg" alt="bench"></a></p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Benidorm "><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/379/4110379_bd14dc543f_s.jpeg" alt="Benidorm "></a></p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Sea view"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/380/4110380_d24f8f9f8e_s.jpeg" alt="Sea view"></a></p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Fishing"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/377/4110377_8c62a650e6_s.jpeg" alt="Fishing"></a></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/15/i-m-back-7376589/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/bye-for-now-7299300/"><default:title>Bye for now</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/bye-for-now-7299300/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-03T15:46:46+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The owner of this blog has gone on&lt;img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/image/smileys/icon_wave.gif" alt=""&gt; vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/bye-for-now-7299300/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><span><span>The owner of this blog has gone on<img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/image/smileys/icon_wave.gif" alt=""> vacation</span></span></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/bye-for-now-7299300/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/every-picture-tells-a-story-7281928/"><default:title>Every picture tells a story</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/every-picture-tells-a-story-7281928/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-31T18:43:19+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;So how about these for a couple of opening paragraphs?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/empty_table/4059914" title="Empty table"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/914/4059914_528fce073b_m.jpeg" alt="Empty table"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Progress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/progress/4059913" title="Progress?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/913/4059913_09f1a5457e_m.jpeg" alt="Progress?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/every-picture-tells-a-story-7281928/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>So how about these for a couple of opening paragraphs?</p>
	<p><em>Empty table</em></p>
	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/empty_table/4059914" title="Empty table"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/914/4059914_528fce073b_m.jpeg" alt="Empty table"></a></p>
	<p><em>Progress</em></p>
	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/progress/4059913" title="Progress?"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/913/4059913_09f1a5457e_m.jpeg" alt="Progress?"></a>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/every-picture-tells-a-story-7281928/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/nearly-a-week-since-i-last-wrote-here-i-don-7279918/"><default:title>Saturday morning thoughts.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/nearly-a-week-since-i-last-wrote-here-i-don-7279918/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-31T11:28:07+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Nearly a week since I last wrote here, I don't know where the days go. At the moment I'm busy preparing to go on holiday. It's the first one for a few years so well needed. We are going to Benidorm, which was not my choice, I haven't been there before but am fearing it's Blackpool like image (Sorry Blackpuddlians but I'm not a fan of your town)Anyway, it's Fiesta week, so I'm hoping that will provide some Spanish authenticity. Needless to say, whilst I'm away cobwebs will be forming around my blog as it is unlikely that I will check in.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Back to daily life, I went into town yesterday and noticed that the shops have taken up the Christmas festive theme already. Halloween was also evident and providing a boost in sales for fancy dress outfits. This event seems to be much more widely participated in these days by both children and adults.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As yet I have no idea what sort of family gathering will take place this Christmas, it is usually left up to me to organise, but since the kids have grown up I sometimes wish I could opt out. The whole "business" of Christmas celebrations increasingly feels like more of a chore than a pleasure. I wish I didn't feel like that &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/nearly-a-week-since-i-last-wrote-here-i-don-7279918/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Nearly a week since I last wrote here, I don't know where the days go. At the moment I'm busy preparing to go on holiday. It's the first one for a few years so well needed. We are going to Benidorm, which was not my choice, I haven't been there before but am fearing it's Blackpool like image (Sorry Blackpuddlians but I'm not a fan of your town)Anyway, it's Fiesta week, so I'm hoping that will provide some Spanish authenticity. Needless to say, whilst I'm away cobwebs will be forming around my blog as it is unlikely that I will check in.</p>
	<p>Back to daily life, I went into town yesterday and noticed that the shops have taken up the Christmas festive theme already. Halloween was also evident and providing a boost in sales for fancy dress outfits. This event seems to be much more widely participated in these days by both children and adults.</p>
	<p>As yet I have no idea what sort of family gathering will take place this Christmas, it is usually left up to me to organise, but since the kids have grown up I sometimes wish I could opt out. The whole "business" of Christmas celebrations increasingly feels like more of a chore than a pleasure. I wish I didn't feel like that <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/31/nearly-a-week-since-i-last-wrote-here-i-don-7279918/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/not-so-important-news-7240396/"><default:title>Not so Important news.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/not-so-important-news-7240396/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-25T14:15:51+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Not wishing to degenerate into a tweeter you understand, but I'm in a caring sharing mood, so I thought you might like to know; dinner is prepared and the beef is roasting in the oven as I type. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The dog and I enjoyed our walk earlier. Just the usual stroll through the park and a shop stop to pick up milk. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My urge to "fulfil the day's potential" is ebbing somewhat as I was drawn back here to the computer, but soon I intend resurrect it by tidying my lounge and doing some ironing. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sabbath won't be a day of rest for me, I am a haphazard "Domestic Goddess" and have to do chores when the urge strikes (or not) &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/not-so-important-news-7240396/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Not wishing to degenerate into a tweeter you understand, but I'm in a caring sharing mood, so I thought you might like to know; dinner is prepared and the beef is roasting in the oven as I type. </p>
	<p>The dog and I enjoyed our walk earlier. Just the usual stroll through the park and a shop stop to pick up milk. </p>
	<p>My urge to "fulfil the day's potential" is ebbing somewhat as I was drawn back here to the computer, but soon I intend resurrect it by tidying my lounge and doing some ironing. </p>
	<p>Sabbath won't be a day of rest for me, I am a haphazard "Domestic Goddess" and have to do chores when the urge strikes (or not) <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/not-so-important-news-7240396/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/morning-7240029/"><default:title>Morning</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/morning-7240029/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-25T12:53:25+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A butterfly draws patterns in the light behind my blinds&lt;br&gt;
Shadows of the tree waving it's arms pass to and fro&lt;br&gt;
A fly flits by in a hurry&lt;br&gt;
The filtered autumn sun beckons&lt;br&gt;
I poke a finger through to part the slats&lt;br&gt;
Dazzled I shield my eyes and put it back&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's quiet in here and safe&lt;br&gt;
Just the tip tap of keys as I type&lt;br&gt;
That fly just buzzed by again&lt;br&gt;
or maybe it was another one&lt;br&gt;
A flurry of leaves hit the window&lt;br&gt;
Come out, come out, they seem to say&lt;br&gt;
Open the blinds and greet the day&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/morning-7240029/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><em>A butterfly draws patterns in the light behind my blinds<br>
Shadows of the tree waving it's arms pass to and fro<br>
A fly flits by in a hurry<br>
The filtered autumn sun beckons<br>
I poke a finger through to part the slats<br>
Dazzled I shield my eyes and put it back</p>
	<p>It's quiet in here and safe<br>
Just the tip tap of keys as I type<br>
That fly just buzzed by again<br>
or maybe it was another one<br>
A flurry of leaves hit the window<br>
Come out, come out, they seem to say<br>
Open the blinds and greet the day</em>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/morning-7240029/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-clocks-went-back-wish-someone-could-explain-that-to-the-dog-7239295/"><default:title>The clocks went back - wish someone could explain that to the dog.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-clocks-went-back-wish-someone-could-explain-that-to-the-dog-7239295/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-25T10:56:16+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Just as I expected, the extra hour in bed didn't materialise for me. The dog gave me a wake up call according to her own body clock - not the one on the kitchen wall, that I had carefully adjusted before retiring to bed last night. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So with an extra hour of wakefulness and an early start, you'd think it could be a really productive day and it does have some potential to be that, but so far I've been sitting sluglike watching TV and having got bored with that I've now moved over to the computer. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;These are distraction activities, things that I do when I don't feel inclined to do anything that actually needs doing. My throat is feeling sore this morning and my mouth is really dry, I think it is caused by the inhalers that I have to use, there's alway's a payback with medication in my opinion, in this case "for the privilege of breathing easier" the charge is "dry mouth and sore throat"&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; I fear this post could easily descend into being a whiney, whinge as that seems to be the tone of my thinking this morning. Time to put a halt to that then! I'm now going to get ready and take the dog out to blow a few cobwebs away, then I'm going to do something to fulfil the day's potential &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I love it when writing my blog helps me to clear my "attitude" and get on with the day &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; I f there is anything worth telling, I'll pop in later to let you know &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-clocks-went-back-wish-someone-could-explain-that-to-the-dog-7239295/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Just as I expected, the extra hour in bed didn't materialise for me. The dog gave me a wake up call according to her own body clock - not the one on the kitchen wall, that I had carefully adjusted before retiring to bed last night. </p>
	<p>So with an extra hour of wakefulness and an early start, you'd think it could be a really productive day and it does have some potential to be that, but so far I've been sitting sluglike watching TV and having got bored with that I've now moved over to the computer. </p>
	<p>These are distraction activities, things that I do when I don't feel inclined to do anything that actually needs doing. My throat is feeling sore this morning and my mouth is really dry, I think it is caused by the inhalers that I have to use, there's alway's a payback with medication in my opinion, in this case "for the privilege of breathing easier" the charge is "dry mouth and sore throat"<img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> I fear this post could easily descend into being a whiney, whinge as that seems to be the tone of my thinking this morning. Time to put a halt to that then! I'm now going to get ready and take the dog out to blow a few cobwebs away, then I'm going to do something to fulfil the day's potential <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>I love it when writing my blog helps me to clear my "attitude" and get on with the day <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> I f there is anything worth telling, I'll pop in later to let you know <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/the-clocks-went-back-wish-someone-could-explain-that-to-the-dog-7239295/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/for-isadora-7237916/"><default:title>For Isadora.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/for-isadora-7237916/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-25T00:33:45+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I couldn't get this video on my post with the coloured writing, so had to settle for plain black and white! Have a good day &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	




&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/for-isadora-7237916/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I couldn't get this video on my post with the coloured writing, so had to settle for plain black and white! Have a good day <img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	




<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/for-isadora-7237916/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/hey-sis-i-ve-got-something-to-say-to-you-7237890/"><default:title>hey Sis' I've got something to say to you!</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/hey-sis-i-ve-got-something-to-say-to-you-7237890/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-25T00:26:05+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAppY BiRThDaY to YOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;See next post
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/hey-sis-i-ve-got-something-to-say-to-you-7237890/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><span>HAppY BiRThDaY to YOU !</span></p>
	<p>See next post
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/25/hey-sis-i-ve-got-something-to-say-to-you-7237890/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/20/just-a-bit-of-diary-type-stuff-7211814/"><default:title>Just a bit of diary type stuff.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/20/just-a-bit-of-diary-type-stuff-7211814/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-20T23:25:22+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;A few things have been happening in my normally humdrum life in the past few days, but I haven't got round to writing about them. So I'll do a brief precis now. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Lets start with last Thursday, In the morning I had my hair cut and coloured, I went back to my usual hairdresser, I decided that complacency was acceptable in comparison to &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/tags/bad-hair-day/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Having had my hair done, and feeling  rejuvenated (all the grey hairs magically turned back to brown) I headed over to see my sister to show it off. We had a good natter and a laugh (she makes me laugh, even at stuff that's not meant to be funny)I think it's our Yorkshire upbringing. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;On Sunday, I went out for dinner with my eldest daughter and her boyfriend and his parents, it was the first time that I've met them as they don't live locally and had come to visit their son for his birthday. it was good to meet them, but a pity that hubbie couldn't be there as he was working. We had a lovely meal and found plenty to talk about.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I spent a lot of time sorting out my wardrobes and hubbie took two big bags full of clothes to the charity shop for me. I'm on a bit of a roll with the clutter clearing recently. In the evening it was dog training night as usual so that got me out of the house for a couple of hours.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This morning I went to the osteopath for treatment on my neck and back, I am persevering with these appointments in the hope that there will be a cumulative effect. I am fed up of just accepting pain and health issues as my lot in life and this is one of the ways that I've chosen to challenge it. Before coming home I called into the supermarket for some food shopping. I keep toying with the idea of doing this job online and having it delivered, but I haven't tried it yet.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, that brings us up to date, the only other marginally interesting thing that I've been doing is playing "brain training" games &lt;a href="http://www.lumosity.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it's fun, and free for a week.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;That's it for now, I'm off to bed soon, I've got a busy day tomorrow, but I'll tell you about that another day &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/20/just-a-bit-of-diary-type-stuff-7211814/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A few things have been happening in my normally humdrum life in the past few days, but I haven't got round to writing about them. So I'll do a brief precis now. </p>
	<p>Lets start with last Thursday, In the morning I had my hair cut and coloured, I went back to my usual hairdresser, I decided that complacency was acceptable in comparison to <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/tags/bad-hair-day/">this</a></p>
	<p>Having had my hair done, and feeling  rejuvenated (all the grey hairs magically turned back to brown) I headed over to see my sister to show it off. We had a good natter and a laugh (she makes me laugh, even at stuff that's not meant to be funny)I think it's our Yorkshire upbringing. </p>
	<p>On Sunday, I went out for dinner with my eldest daughter and her boyfriend and his parents, it was the first time that I've met them as they don't live locally and had come to visit their son for his birthday. it was good to meet them, but a pity that hubbie couldn't be there as he was working. We had a lovely meal and found plenty to talk about.</p>
	<p>Yesterday, I spent a lot of time sorting out my wardrobes and hubbie took two big bags full of clothes to the charity shop for me. I'm on a bit of a roll with the clutter clearing recently. In the evening it was dog training night as usual so that got me out of the house for a couple of hours.</p>
	<p>This morning I went to the osteopath for treatment on my neck and back, I am persevering with these appointments in the hope that there will be a cumulative effect. I am fed up of just accepting pain and health issues as my lot in life and this is one of the ways that I've chosen to challenge it. Before coming home I called into the supermarket for some food shopping. I keep toying with the idea of doing this job online and having it delivered, but I haven't tried it yet.</p>
	<p>So, that brings us up to date, the only other marginally interesting thing that I've been doing is playing "brain training" games <a href="http://www.lumosity.com/">here</a> it's fun, and free for a week.</p>
	<p>That's it for now, I'm off to bed soon, I've got a busy day tomorrow, but I'll tell you about that another day <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/20/just-a-bit-of-diary-type-stuff-7211814/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/for-king-kev-s-blog-happy-day-7188346/"><default:title>For King Kev's Blog Happy day.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/for-king-kev-s-blog-happy-day-7188346/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-17T16:11:12+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I wanted to do something for Blog Happy day. It's sooo cheesy, but still has the feel good factor &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I hope it triggers a happy memory or raises a smile.&lt;/p&gt;
	




&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/for-king-kev-s-blog-happy-day-7188346/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I wanted to do something for Blog Happy day. It's sooo cheesy, but still has the feel good factor <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br>
I hope it triggers a happy memory or raises a smile.</p>
	




<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/for-king-kev-s-blog-happy-day-7188346/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/time-for-a-walk-so-what-s-new-7186362/"><default:title>Time for a walk (so what's new?)</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/time-for-a-walk-so-what-s-new-7186362/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-17T10:25:21+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Good Morning, I've been up since 8.30am and I am still in my dressing gown. Time races away once I sit at the computer. Today tho' if the predicted nice weather materialises I will have to take myself outdoors to enjoy it in one way or another. Taking the dog for a walk would be a good start, so I think I'll get dressed shortly and do that. I'm sure she'd like to be out doing something like this:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/170/3165170_968ec73140_s.jpg" alt="What"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/time-for-a-walk-so-what-s-new-7186362/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Good Morning, I've been up since 8.30am and I am still in my dressing gown. Time races away once I sit at the computer. Today tho' if the predicted nice weather materialises I will have to take myself outdoors to enjoy it in one way or another. Taking the dog for a walk would be a good start, so I think I'll get dressed shortly and do that. I'm sure she'd like to be out doing something like this:</p>
	<p><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/170/3165170_968ec73140_s.jpg" alt="What">
</p>
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it's time for me to go&lt;br&gt;
tired eyes, no surprise&lt;br&gt;
I've been reading blogs all day&lt;br&gt;
now you know&lt;br&gt;
I'd like to stay&lt;br&gt;
but (Marika shakes head and sighs) &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"it's not wise"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm beginning to feel geeky &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; If there's anybody out there - Goodnight, I'm gone. x
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/16/silly-sign-off-7184750/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p class="center">Time for bed said sleepyhead<br>
it's time for me to go<br>
tired eyes, no surprise<br>
I've been reading blogs all day<br>
now you know<br>
I'd like to stay<br>
but (Marika shakes head and sighs) </p>
	<p>"it's not wise"</p>
	<p>I'm beginning to feel geeky <img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0">
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	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> If there's anybody out there - Goodnight, I'm gone. x
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/16/silly-sign-off-7184750/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/work-in-progress-7170247/"><default:title>Work in progress</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/work-in-progress-7170247/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-14T20:51:16+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; The sound of the sea Calls out to me&lt;br&gt; It's deep and dark the sound of the sea &lt;br&gt; The mountain tops call out to me&lt;br&gt; They're Strong and fresh the mountain tops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The blue of the sky  calls out to me &lt;br&gt;its bright and clear the blue of the sky  &lt;br&gt;The heat of the sun cries out to me it's hot and fierce, &lt;br&gt;the heat of the sun &lt;br&gt; Water, Earth, Air, Fire, &lt;br&gt;these are the elements of my desire &lt;br&gt;but even when I have all these&lt;br&gt; This man's heart is hard to please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Moon and Stars  cry out to me &lt;br&gt;They're elusive and wondrous the moon and the stars &lt;br&gt; Sea, mountains, sky,and Sun&lt;br&gt; Moon and stars, every one &lt;br&gt;what else to mention, the planets,&lt;br&gt;Saturn, Neptune, Pluto, Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Heaven is required,  but it's not of this world &lt;br&gt;That's for the future, a paradise that lures&lt;br&gt; but for now this life endures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; So, hurry make haste whilst we still can &lt;br&gt;the Earth is dying  It's ailment - Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Adam and Eve, &lt;br&gt; The Ark, full laden&lt;br&gt; Darwin's Evolution&lt;br&gt; Global warming and talk of solutions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All these theories Too many to tell &lt;br&gt;The Earth will be gone  and renamed hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/work-in-progress-7170247/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><span><span>Yearning</span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span> The sound of the sea Calls out to me<br> It's deep and dark the sound of the sea <br> The mountain tops call out to me<br> They're Strong and fresh the mountain tops </span></span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span>The blue of the sky  calls out to me <br>its bright and clear the blue of the sky  <br>The heat of the sun cries out to me it's hot and fierce, <br>the heat of the sun <br> Water, Earth, Air, Fire, <br>these are the elements of my desire <br>but even when I have all these<br> This man's heart is hard to please </span></span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span>The Moon and Stars  cry out to me <br>They're elusive and wondrous the moon and the stars <br> Sea, mountains, sky,and Sun<br> Moon and stars, every one <br>what else to mention, the planets,<br>Saturn, Neptune, Pluto, Mars</span></span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span> Heaven is required,  but it's not of this world <br>That's for the future, a paradise that lures<br> but for now this life endures. </span></span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span> So, hurry make haste whilst we still can <br>the Earth is dying  It's ailment - Man </span></span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span> Adam and Eve, <br> The Ark, full laden<br> Darwin's Evolution<br> Global warming and talk of solutions </span></span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span>All these theories Too many to tell <br>The Earth will be gone  and renamed hell.</span></span></span></p>
	<p><span><span><span></p>
	<p></span></span></span></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/work-in-progress-7170247/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/13/remembering-mother-7163883/"><default:title>Remembering, Mother</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/13/remembering-mother-7163883/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-13T22:50:01+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Today Holly and I took flowers to the cemetery, my mother passed away in 2002, but if she had still been alive, today would have been her birthday. This old song by child star Neil Reid sums up the sentiment.&lt;br&gt;
Also, may I say to those of you whose Mother's still share your life -Hold them dear and tell them how you feel about them often. &lt;/p&gt;
	




&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/13/remembering-mother-7163883/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Today Holly and I took flowers to the cemetery, my mother passed away in 2002, but if she had still been alive, today would have been her birthday. This old song by child star Neil Reid sums up the sentiment.<br>
Also, may I say to those of you whose Mother's still share your life -Hold them dear and tell them how you feel about them often. </p>
	




<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/13/remembering-mother-7163883/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/first-smile-of-the-day-7142939/"><default:title>First smile of the day.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/first-smile-of-the-day-7142939/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-11T10:03:42+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Often my blog friend &lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/user/bushka/"&gt;Bushka&lt;/a&gt; expresses the wish for everyone that they have had at least one thing to smile about in the day. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well my first smile came early today. I was out with the dog at about 9.00am on our usual potter through the park, when I saw two boys about 10years old throwing sticks up at a Horse Chestnut tree, obviously trying to dislodge its conkers. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There were none on the ground as the tree stands on the edge of the playground and it's windfalls are soon picked up and gone. By coincidence I had seen lots of conkers lying untouched at the foot of a tree in another part of the park. I was able to direct them to the spot, thus saving the first tree from damage and delighting the boys with their "find" This gave me my first smile of the day &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The conkers were beauties, rather similar to the ones that I photographed a couple of years ago (fruit of the same tree)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/horse_chestnuts_leaves/2061972" title="Horse Chestnuts &amp; Leaves"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/972/2061972_f1db0301f6_m.jpeg" alt="Horse Chestnuts &amp; Leaves"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/first-smile-of-the-day-7142939/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Often my blog friend <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/user/bushka/">Bushka</a> expresses the wish for everyone that they have had at least one thing to smile about in the day. </p>
	<p>Well my first smile came early today. I was out with the dog at about 9.00am on our usual potter through the park, when I saw two boys about 10years old throwing sticks up at a Horse Chestnut tree, obviously trying to dislodge its conkers. </p>
	<p>There were none on the ground as the tree stands on the edge of the playground and it's windfalls are soon picked up and gone. By coincidence I had seen lots of conkers lying untouched at the foot of a tree in another part of the park. I was able to direct them to the spot, thus saving the first tree from damage and delighting the boys with their "find" This gave me my first smile of the day <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>The conkers were beauties, rather similar to the ones that I photographed a couple of years ago (fruit of the same tree)</p>
	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/horse_chestnuts_leaves/2061972" title="Horse Chestnuts & Leaves"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/972/2061972_f1db0301f6_m.jpeg" alt="Horse Chestnuts & Leaves"></a>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/first-smile-of-the-day-7142939/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/harvest-festival-7140597/"><default:title>Harvest Festival</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/harvest-festival-7140597/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-10T23:51:28+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;The church was decorated for harvest festival, local school children made the banner. It looked lovely.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Harvest Festival"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/185/3989185_af086fac2b_m.jpeg" alt="Harvest Festival"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/harvest-festival-7140597/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>The church was decorated for harvest festival, local school children made the banner. It looked lovely.</p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Harvest Festival"><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/185/3989185_af086fac2b_m.jpeg" alt="Harvest Festival"></a>
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Today the village church held an open day. It was a rare opportunity to go up into the bell tower. The stone steps going up in a spiral had grooves worn into them from hundreds of years of footfall and I felt a bit claustrophobic climbing up them. I'm glad that I went up, the bell ringers gave an interesting talk and demonstration, I was surprised that it didn't sound too loud in ringing room (where the bell ringers stand) and the effort required to ring the bells is not as great as I thought either (I got a mini lesson and had a go).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Church bells "&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/184/3989184_2a5ddfe965_s.jpeg" alt="Church bells "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Church bells "&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/183/3989183_c15fda208c_s.jpeg" alt="Church bells "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/10/church-bells-7140574/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>
Today the village church held an open day. It was a rare opportunity to go up into the bell tower. The stone steps going up in a spiral had grooves worn into them from hundreds of years of footfall and I felt a bit claustrophobic climbing up them. I'm glad that I went up, the bell ringers gave an interesting talk and demonstration, I was surprised that it didn't sound too loud in ringing room (where the bell ringers stand) and the effort required to ring the bells is not as great as I thought either (I got a mini lesson and had a go).</p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Church bells "><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/184/3989184_2a5ddfe965_s.jpeg" alt="Church bells "></a></p>
	<p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="Church bells "><img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/183/3989183_c15fda208c_s.jpeg" alt="Church bells "></a>
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	&lt;p&gt;This is the first time I've seen Ms Vorderman on TV for a while, and it is rare that I can be bothered to criticise someone's attire (Like who am I to judge?) but on this occasion I just need to say "Carol, that silly &lt;del&gt;neckline&lt;/del&gt; chinline, made your head look disembodied and solid black didn't seem like a suitable colour for a morning appearance - more suited to funerals and evenings perhaps?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Furthermore, I have no idea what she was talking about on there, because her outfit distracted me too much &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; So if it was an interesting topic, can anyone fill me in on that too? &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/07/carol-vorderman-s-dress-7115531/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Did anyone see Carol Vorderman on GMTV this morning? I'm wondering if it's just me that thought she looked like a stick of licorice with a lollipop sticking out of the top? </p>
	<p>This is the first time I've seen Ms Vorderman on TV for a while, and it is rare that I can be bothered to criticise someone's attire (Like who am I to judge?) but on this occasion I just need to say "Carol, that silly <del>neckline</del> chinline, made your head look disembodied and solid black didn't seem like a suitable colour for a morning appearance - more suited to funerals and evenings perhaps?</p>
	<p>Furthermore, I have no idea what she was talking about on there, because her outfit distracted me too much <img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"> So if it was an interesting topic, can anyone fill me in on that too? <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0">
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/04/the-power-of-suggestion-7099271/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>It's amazing the effect a bit of music and the rhythmic sound of waves can have. Ten minutes ago I felt alert and awake but after visiting a post from La Spice <a href="http://wideawakegang.blog.co.uk/2009/10/04/and-relax-7098932/">here</a>  I am yawning and feeling tired - I feel an early night coming on <img src="/img/smilies/graysleep.gif" alt=":zz:" class="middle" border="0">
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	&lt;p&gt;The only unusual feature of the day was a trip to the Doctor's surgery for a flu jab. I hope that it doesn't give me any trouble, last year I got slight symptoms for a couple of days (they say it can't make you ill, but it seemed like a big coincidence)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After that I cooked pork chops with mash,green beans,cauliflower and broccoli for three of us, that went down well &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Holly and I went for a walk mid afternoon. It was pleasant out and we had a change of route. Usually I take her directly to places where she can be off lead safely to potter about, but today much of our walk was along the pavement. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She did well keeping up with me, not dragging her feet as she sometimes does. I think the different surroundings create more energy in her somehow. We walked through the churchyard and into the part of the village where I lived when I was first married. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Not a lot has changed there, but I have changed; older, yes, wiser, maybe. As we walked past the house where I spent the first seven years of my married life I realised that my attachment to the place has gone - for many years on passing by it, I still felt a connection and some sense of it having been my house, but today it was just like the others on the street - places where other people live.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; We continued on a circular route past old haunts and eventually back to the park that now provides our regular stomping ground, so Holly had her usual potter and sniff session there. I noticed that the wind has brought down lots of crab apples, berries and conkers. I always have the urge to pick things like that up but today, with no use for them, I resisted.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hubby went to work a few hours ago and my daughter has just gone out  so it is the familiar scene of just the dog and I at home. She has had her fifteenth birthday recently and thirteen and a half of those years have been spent with me and my family. I could go on here to ramble about how she came to be ours and what a sweetheart she has been, but I'll save that for another day, this post is getting far too long&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_yawn.gif" alt=":yawn:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/04/a-pleasant-ramble-7098179/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>So, what's been going on in my world today? I got up at about 8.50am as usual, the weather has been pleasant enough, sunny spells and a light breeze, a perfect drying day. So two wash loads were hung out and are now waiting to be ironed.</p>
	<p>The only unusual feature of the day was a trip to the Doctor's surgery for a flu jab. I hope that it doesn't give me any trouble, last year I got slight symptoms for a couple of days (they say it can't make you ill, but it seemed like a big coincidence)</p>
	<p>After that I cooked pork chops with mash,green beans,cauliflower and broccoli for three of us, that went down well <img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Holly and I went for a walk mid afternoon. It was pleasant out and we had a change of route. Usually I take her directly to places where she can be off lead safely to potter about, but today much of our walk was along the pavement. </p>
	<p>She did well keeping up with me, not dragging her feet as she sometimes does. I think the different surroundings create more energy in her somehow. We walked through the churchyard and into the part of the village where I lived when I was first married. </p>
	<p>Not a lot has changed there, but I have changed; older, yes, wiser, maybe. As we walked past the house where I spent the first seven years of my married life I realised that my attachment to the place has gone - for many years on passing by it, I still felt a connection and some sense of it having been my house, but today it was just like the others on the street - places where other people live.</p>
	<p> We continued on a circular route past old haunts and eventually back to the park that now provides our regular stomping ground, so Holly had her usual potter and sniff session there. I noticed that the wind has brought down lots of crab apples, berries and conkers. I always have the urge to pick things like that up but today, with no use for them, I resisted.</p>
	<p>Hubby went to work a few hours ago and my daughter has just gone out  so it is the familiar scene of just the dog and I at home. She has had her fifteenth birthday recently and thirteen and a half of those years have been spent with me and my family. I could go on here to ramble about how she came to be ours and what a sweetheart she has been, but I'll save that for another day, this post is getting far too long<img src="/img/smilies/icon_yawn.gif" alt=":yawn:" class="middle" border="0"> </p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/04/a-pleasant-ramble-7098179/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/wild-woods-and-fishing-7091183/"><default:title>Wild woods and fishing.</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/wild-woods-and-fishing-7091183/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-03T15:55:24+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;This morning I had another load of rubbish to take to the council dump. The car was rather full up, but as the woods are nearby I wanted to take the dog with me. She usually sits in the footwell of the front passenger seat,  that's the easiest place for her to get into due to her dodgy hip. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Since the seat was pushed fully forward to accommodate the stuff in the back I had to lift her onto the seat where she lay perfectly still with her front paws hanging over the edge and looking worried for the whole 10 minutes of the journey&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was a bit wild for a walk in the woods, the wind was shaking the trees and blowing stuff about, there was one moment when I heard a crack and a small branch came tumbling down - that's when I decided it was time to scurry back to the car with more haste. Holly enjoyed her walk, and a paddle in the stream, it was worth the effort of squeezing her into the car as the change of scenery seems to do her good.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The tightly packed car situation took my mind back several years to times when I used to pack my previous car (a Ford Orion) for my son to go on fishing trips. Imagine the scene, three boys fishing rods, bags, lunch boxes, seats, umbrellas and two dogs (because I had to take the opportunity to take the dogs a walk around the fishing lakes) Strictly speaking the car was overloaded, but they were short journeys and no harm came of them. The remembering made me smile&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Bringing myself back to the present, I need to go to the supermarket, so I had better sign off from here and do that now &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/wild-woods-and-fishing-7091183/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>This morning I had another load of rubbish to take to the council dump. The car was rather full up, but as the woods are nearby I wanted to take the dog with me. She usually sits in the footwell of the front passenger seat,  that's the easiest place for her to get into due to her dodgy hip. </p>
	<p>Since the seat was pushed fully forward to accommodate the stuff in the back I had to lift her onto the seat where she lay perfectly still with her front paws hanging over the edge and looking worried for the whole 10 minutes of the journey<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"> </p>
	<p>It was a bit wild for a walk in the woods, the wind was shaking the trees and blowing stuff about, there was one moment when I heard a crack and a small branch came tumbling down - that's when I decided it was time to scurry back to the car with more haste. Holly enjoyed her walk, and a paddle in the stream, it was worth the effort of squeezing her into the car as the change of scenery seems to do her good.</p>
	<p>The tightly packed car situation took my mind back several years to times when I used to pack my previous car (a Ford Orion) for my son to go on fishing trips. Imagine the scene, three boys fishing rods, bags, lunch boxes, seats, umbrellas and two dogs (because I had to take the opportunity to take the dogs a walk around the fishing lakes) Strictly speaking the car was overloaded, but they were short journeys and no harm came of them. The remembering made me smile<img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Bringing myself back to the present, I need to go to the supermarket, so I had better sign off from here and do that now <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/wild-woods-and-fishing-7091183/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/last-night-and-this-morning-7087879/"><default:title>Last night and this morning</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/last-night-and-this-morning-7087879/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-03T00:04:16+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Last night, I went to a Brass Band concert or if I'm to be accurate, I should say a Silver Band Concert. This was a free event that is put on by the council of a nearby town, so not too far to travel. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am an admirer of most types of music, especially if it is performed live. My friend and I got a prime spot near the front and I wished that I had taken my camera with me. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was a good show which included four solos and there was free tea and biscuits in the interval. Made a nice change from sitting in the house all evening. I couldn't find any video footage of the actual band that we saw (Knottingley Silver Band) but here is an old clip of Grimethorpe Colliery Band who featured in the film Brassed Off. The tune Knights Templar that they are playing was included in the show last night. So,turn the sound up and enjoy &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	




	&lt;p&gt;Yesterday hubby started clearing the garage, a task that was long overdue, so I decided to be supportive and lend a hand. Gradually a path was cleared so it is now possible to access the back of the garage but we had ended up with a drive full of unwanted rubbish.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hubby was considering the need for a skip, but I thought that if we had to order a skip, wait for it to come then pay a large fee it would be better to load up the car and take it to the council dump ourselves, doing a couple of runs as necessary. So the stuff was loaded into the car by Hubby (some of quite heavy) but by the time it was done, it was too late to take it anywhere. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This morning hubby informed me that he had an early start at work and he wouldn't have time to go to the dump. Oh don't worry I said I'll take it myself - I'll get one of the workmen to help me unload it. So off I went, when I got there, it was very busy, but I didn't have to ask for help, because a young man and woman volunteered themselves to assist me. The car was empty in no time and I came home feeling satisfied that the job was done and with my faith in human nature restored &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;(see yesterday's post)
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/last-night-and-this-morning-7087879/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Last night, I went to a Brass Band concert or if I'm to be accurate, I should say a Silver Band Concert. This was a free event that is put on by the council of a nearby town, so not too far to travel. </p>
	<p>I am an admirer of most types of music, especially if it is performed live. My friend and I got a prime spot near the front and I wished that I had taken my camera with me. </p>
	<p>It was a good show which included four solos and there was free tea and biscuits in the interval. Made a nice change from sitting in the house all evening. I couldn't find any video footage of the actual band that we saw (Knottingley Silver Band) but here is an old clip of Grimethorpe Colliery Band who featured in the film Brassed Off. The tune Knights Templar that they are playing was included in the show last night. So,turn the sound up and enjoy <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	




	<p>Yesterday hubby started clearing the garage, a task that was long overdue, so I decided to be supportive and lend a hand. Gradually a path was cleared so it is now possible to access the back of the garage but we had ended up with a drive full of unwanted rubbish.</p>
	<p>Hubby was considering the need for a skip, but I thought that if we had to order a skip, wait for it to come then pay a large fee it would be better to load up the car and take it to the council dump ourselves, doing a couple of runs as necessary. So the stuff was loaded into the car by Hubby (some of quite heavy) but by the time it was done, it was too late to take it anywhere. </p>
	<p>This morning hubby informed me that he had an early start at work and he wouldn't have time to go to the dump. Oh don't worry I said I'll take it myself - I'll get one of the workmen to help me unload it. So off I went, when I got there, it was very busy, but I didn't have to ask for help, because a young man and woman volunteered themselves to assist me. The car was empty in no time and I came home feeling satisfied that the job was done and with my faith in human nature restored <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0">(see yesterday's post)
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/last-night-and-this-morning-7087879/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/i-m-not-an-alien-or-a-salesman-7076307/"><default:title>I'm not an Alien! (or a salesman)</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/i-m-not-an-alien-or-a-salesman-7076307/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-10-01T10:29:07+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I'm not an Alien; I'm speaking English - It's polite to respond in like manner &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Lesson 1 - Words used for making contact with others.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Good morning" a simple two word greeting intended to acknowledge the presence of another and convey your good intent in their direction. Can also be used literally to include the above AND the state of the weather. When used in questioning tone, it can be used to ask about a person's well being, or how the state of  their day/work/mind etc is. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Hello" a one word greeting, communicating "I am here, you are here, let's acknowledge that fact. Also can be used whilst standing at an open door whilst the occupant is out of sight in order to attract attention. Occasionally used to speak to "things that go bump in the night" when you wake up terrified not knowing what woke you.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Hiya or Ayup" Colloquial slang (specific regional variations will apply) used to replace either of the above, more commonly used when speaking to people with whom the speaker is acquainted, but not exclusively; it is informal and used appropriately is acceptable to almost anyone (probably not the Queen though)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So there you have my interpretation of a few simple greetings. Yes, I know that there is some slight ambiguity as to their meaning, but I have been wondering what it is about these words that brings a look of surprise/shock/fear to a stranger's face when I utter them? Another undesired reaction is the head down shuffle past or eye contact with the air over my shoulder, silent walk past and variations there of.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As you know I frequently walk out locally with my dog and it is natural for me to open my mouth to greet someone (whoever they are) as  our paths cross. It seems that people are not so sociable these days as they once were, or maybe they're just introverted /too busy watching where they're going &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Give it a go, try saying hello to someone you don't know today - let me know how you get on (and I don't mean on blog, I mean face to face!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/i-m-not-an-alien-or-a-salesman-7076307/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I'm not an Alien; I'm speaking English - It's polite to respond in like manner <img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Lesson 1 - Words used for making contact with others.</p>
	<p>"Good morning" a simple two word greeting intended to acknowledge the presence of another and convey your good intent in their direction. Can also be used literally to include the above AND the state of the weather. When used in questioning tone, it can be used to ask about a person's well being, or how the state of  their day/work/mind etc is. </p>
	<p>"Hello" a one word greeting, communicating "I am here, you are here, let's acknowledge that fact. Also can be used whilst standing at an open door whilst the occupant is out of sight in order to attract attention. Occasionally used to speak to "things that go bump in the night" when you wake up terrified not knowing what woke you.</p>
	<p>"Hiya or Ayup" Colloquial slang (specific regional variations will apply) used to replace either of the above, more commonly used when speaking to people with whom the speaker is acquainted, but not exclusively; it is informal and used appropriately is acceptable to almost anyone (probably not the Queen though)</p>
	<p>So there you have my interpretation of a few simple greetings. Yes, I know that there is some slight ambiguity as to their meaning, but I have been wondering what it is about these words that brings a look of surprise/shock/fear to a stranger's face when I utter them? Another undesired reaction is the head down shuffle past or eye contact with the air over my shoulder, silent walk past and variations there of.</p>
	<p>As you know I frequently walk out locally with my dog and it is natural for me to open my mouth to greet someone (whoever they are) as  our paths cross. It seems that people are not so sociable these days as they once were, or maybe they're just introverted /too busy watching where they're going <img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"> </p>
	<p>Give it a go, try saying hello to someone you don't know today - let me know how you get on (and I don't mean on blog, I mean face to face!)</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/10/01/i-m-not-an-alien-or-a-salesman-7076307/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/30/old-phone-new-phone-old-phone-oops-7065967/"><default:title>Old phone, New phone, old phone...Oops!</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/30/old-phone-new-phone-old-phone-oops-7065967/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-30T00:29:55+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I got a new phone today, well to be accurate I got three(handsets that is). For some time, the cordless phone on my landline has been "playing up" and recently people have reported that they've tried to ring me and couldn't get through. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The phone was quite old, I couldn't say for sure, but I reckon that we've had it for at least 8 years, so I accepted that it had developed a fault and decided it was time to replace it. So after a bit of online browsing, I reserved my new phone, before making haste into town to collect it. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Due to a special offer, we now have a phone with three handsets, so kitchen, lounge and bedroom are all covered &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Hubby got them all set up and went off to work. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Later as I was gathering up the old one with it's bits and pieces ready for the bin it struck me that it contains rechargeable batteries. Hmm I thought &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_idea.gif" alt=":idea:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; it could be that it's just the batteries that have packed up and not the phone &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; What's the odds that I'm right?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure how to tell hubby &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/30/old-phone-new-phone-old-phone-oops-7065967/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I got a new phone today, well to be accurate I got three(handsets that is). For some time, the cordless phone on my landline has been "playing up" and recently people have reported that they've tried to ring me and couldn't get through. </p>
	<p>The phone was quite old, I couldn't say for sure, but I reckon that we've had it for at least 8 years, so I accepted that it had developed a fault and decided it was time to replace it. So after a bit of online browsing, I reserved my new phone, before making haste into town to collect it. </p>
	<p>Due to a special offer, we now have a phone with three handsets, so kitchen, lounge and bedroom are all covered <img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> Hubby got them all set up and went off to work. </p>
	<p>Later as I was gathering up the old one with it's bits and pieces ready for the bin it struck me that it contains rechargeable batteries. Hmm I thought <img src="/img/smilies/icon_idea.gif" alt=":idea:" class="middle" border="0"> it could be that it's just the batteries that have packed up and not the phone <img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"> What's the odds that I'm right?</p>
	<p>I'm not sure how to tell hubby <img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/30/old-phone-new-phone-old-phone-oops-7065967/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/29/for-bushka-7065862/"><default:title>For Bushka</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/29/for-bushka-7065862/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-29T23:51:27+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; I think I missed your birthday - Hope it was a good one &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	




&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/29/for-bushka-7065862/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> I think I missed your birthday - Hope it was a good one <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	




<p> <small> <a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/29/for-bushka-7065862/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/26/don-t-blog-walk-the-dog-7042626/"><default:title>Don't Blog, walk the dog!</default:title><default:link>http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/26/don-t-blog-walk-the-dog-7042626/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-09-26T10:00:32+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;The weather forecast for today is good and it looks that way as I peep through the blinds. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've been up over an hour, but I'm still in my dressing gown, that's not usually my style. It's the computer that has interrupted my normal start up routine. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If I'm not careful this ten minute interlude could easily extend to all morning and that would be a waste of good dog walking weather so I'm going to get dressed now &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/26/don-t-blog-walk-the-dog-7042626/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>The weather forecast for today is good and it looks that way as I peep through the blinds. </p>
	<p>I've been up over an hour, but I'm still in my dressing gown, that's not usually my style. It's the computer that has interrupted my normal start up routine. </p>
	<p>If I'm not careful this ten minute interlude could easily extend to all morning and that would be a waste of good dog walking weather so I'm going to get dressed now <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">
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	&lt;p&gt;I had coffee, toast with real butter and home made marmalade for breakfast so I'm set up for the morning - Catch you later &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://marikasthinkingthing.blog.co.uk/2009/09/23/wake-up-it-s-wednesday-7023204/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I was up earlier than usual today, for some reason the dog decided to get me up at 7.45 instead of 8.45. You can usually set the clock by her wake up call. Maybe she knew that I would need extra time if she was to get her walk. Writing group starts again today and I've got to go NOW!</p>
	<p>I had coffee, toast with real butter and home made marmalade for breakfast so I'm set up for the morning - Catch you later <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">
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