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Well, I had resolved not to go down the Wordpress route but...well...I have.I succumbed.I've set up home at:http://notsoperfect.wordyblog.comCome on over - and bring a bottle.And I'm not sure I've finished decorating yet, so bring a paintbrush.

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So one minute this mouse is running around in our house.And the next minute it's caught in the trap.Haha! Gotcha!

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There is so much money in this area. OK so it's not the Home Counties, but there is still a lot of money around. Sometimes not where you would think.For example, our next door neighbour gives every impression of being an impoverished elderly lady. But she once owned a large, prestigious hotel. I don't know what her financial situation is now, but I wouldn't be surprised if she is worth a million

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Well, I'm pleased to say that the roofers have been back to fix our roof and I sincerely hope that's the end of it. Typically, we haven't had any rain since they finished so it hasn't been tested yet. Fingers crossed on that one.And after about four visits the plumber finally fixed our central heating boiler so we can, at last, use the shower in our bathroom again. Thank goodness for that - it's

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I'm not sure what time it was that Sue woke me up this morning. Possibly around 5.00.Although our roof was supposedly repaired yesterday we had a lot of rain overnight and it turns out that the roof is still leaking - into our bedroom. It's not a major leak and thankfully it's not over our bed but even so, any kind of water coming into our bedroom is not good. Sue was quite upset. She'd been

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Today has been a strange day. I woke up to Sue telling me there was still no water.Then I found that my mobile phone had stopped working. Tried turning it off and on - no good, just a blank screen. I'm just starting to think I'm going to have to take it back to the shop and hopefully it will be covered by guarantee. Did it get wet in the rain yesterday? I didn't think so but what if it did and

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They're digging up the road outside our house tonight. Actually that's not quite true. They're working on the holes that they've already dug outside our house. A new water main being laid through the town. It's not very noisy, but there is still the sound of machinery and bright lights and the sounds of activity. Work in progress.And it means we have no water. It's amazing how you take it for

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We did take full advantage of our last day of having the house to ourselves during the week. Well, we couldn't let that opportunity slip by, could we?As it turned out we also had the house to ourselves last night. Daughter is away in France and Son was staying over at a friend's house. So we thought we were going to have a nice lie-in this morning. Until the phone rang at 8.15. It was Son wanting

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Our alarm clock went off at 5.00 this morning. Usually it goes off at 7.00. But it wasn't a mistake. We really did have to be up that early.Long time readers might remember our French ">Exchange student. Well, Daughter has gone to France for a week as the other part of the exchange. And she had to be at school for 6.15 to be on the coach to the airport. Bearing in mind how little English F spoke

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Can't believe it's nearly a week since I last posted. I have this big work project that I'm working on right now and it's consuming all my spare time.We had an interesting weekend in which we were prisoners in our own home. Well, OK, that's a slight exaggeration but it almost felt that way.It all started on Saturday. I was sitting at home watching the FA Cup Final on TV, Sue and Daughter had gone

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This morning Sue and I were downstairs after the children had gone to school. Sue went upstairs to get dressed but I could hear that she was having a shower. The shower in our bathroom runs off the central heating and the boiler in the kitchen makes a noise when hot water is being run, so I know when she's in the shower - and when she's finished. She thinks it's a happy coincidence that I always

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I'm still here - just been very busy with work and family lately.Sue still hasn't fully recovered from the chest infection that I very kindly passed on to her. She's still very croaky and gets tired easily. I think coming on top of her hypothyroidism and the episode in hospital it's really taken it out of her.Sunday was a big day for both our children.First, it was Daughter's birthday. She's 14.

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I've cheated on my list of five things today. Sue has done it for me instead.And I'm going to list five things I love about her:1) Her lovely soft skin that I just can't stop touching.2) Her beautiful hair, long, wavy and silky. Sometimes she wears it up, leaving her neck exposed, which drives me crazy.3) Her sensuousness. The way she responds to my touch. It amazed me in the school dance when we

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I'm still loving my camera phone. Because when you're walking the dog in the evening and there are these wonderful vapour trails lit up by the setting sun like fireworks and you've forgotten to take a camera you can still take photos like these. Aircraft pollution might be bad for the atmosphere but sometimes it sure is beautiful.And I suppose I had better come up with another five things I like

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I'm not a great fan of TV. But there are some programmes that I like to watch, and sometimes late at night I like to blob in front of the TV until the early hours. So what kind of TV to I like to watch?Doctor Who - this is one of those rare programmes that we all sit down and watch as a family. We're now on Episode 2 of the Second Series of the new Doctor Who. I don't know if anyone gets this

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I like this thing that Simply Satisfied started about writing down five things that you like about yourself. It does fly in the face of my typical British modesty to broadcast my good points but I do generally have a positive image of myself.I would say that I am a positive person on the whole. I don't think I have ever said anything less than completely positive about Sue - and I really,

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Simply Satisfied had the idea of writing down five things that you like about yourself. So I decided that I'd give it a shot. I think the idea is to write five things every day for a week. I'm not sure I'll manage that - it was hard to come up with five for one day, never mind a week's worth.But anyway, this is my list.I like that:1) I take the time to appreciate what I've got.2) I'm calm in a

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Continuing the saga of my (hitherto failed) attempts to catch the mouse (or mice) that has (have) invaded our home...After numerous cases of the trap being sprung, bait being taken and no mouse caught the score was something like Mouse 10 - Ed 0.But this morning it became Mouse 10 - Ed 1. Yep, this morning I finally caught our first mouse. And, as planned, I took it some distance from the house

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I nicked this idea from Sue who got if from Southern Sweetheart.So what does my handwriting say about me?This is my handwriting at its most legible (believe it or not!).Most of the time it's completely illegible.

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Stress levels were building this morning.First of all both mouse traps had been triggered but…you guessed it…no mice. Have to get a different type of trap, I think.Then the children both took ages to get ready for school and left late so that didn't exactly help the stress levels.Then Sue had to phone in sick for work for the second week running. She had really hoped to be able to make it in to

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Just a brief update on how we're doing lately.First of all, I've had no luck catching the Mouse (or, heaven forbid, mice) as yet. Despite baiting the traps with chocolate. Not just any chocolate, either. Daughter gave me some of her expensive Easter Egg chocolate to put in the traps. Nothing but the best for our little furry friends. Maybe they don't have expensive tastes, though, because they

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OK, boring post coming up…for some people anyway. But it's my blog so I post what the hell I like…right?So anyway, there's been a lot of coverage over here recently about climate change. And I think I detect an element of common sense being applied amidst all the hysteria, at long last.First there was a Government advisor saying that it was inevitable that average world temperatures are going to

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Kind of makes it hard to type when you've got a nose in the way.

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I recently did something I've never done before: I shared the address of this blog with someone who knows me in the real world. Although we haven't actually met for about 20 years and he lives on the other side of the Atlantic.So if you read this, N, welcome. N is an old college friend of mine. In fact he was my best friend at college. We shared a flat together and so he knows a lot of stuff

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Recently VH1, a music channel under the MTV umbrella here in the UK held a survey of viewers to find the most popular song lyric.U2 were the winners with One. Now I do love that song, but I'm not sure I would regard it as having the best lyrics of all time. There are a number of problems with this kind of survey - the songs were shortlisted by a panel of "experts" and people could vote only for

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Thank you for all your kind wishes and sorry I haven't updated for a while.I'm a good deal better than I was. My temperature has stabilised and I no longer feel as though my legs are made of jelly and every bit of me aches. But I'm still coughing and wheezing just as badly.And I'm afraid that I've been very generous and given it to Sue. She's now at the coughing/wheezing/aching/legs-of-jelly

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Well, I actually felt worse today than I did yesterday. I haven't been able to do much except lie in bed or lounge on the sofa. I did see the doctor, though, and used all of my charm to persuade him to prescribe anti-biotics. I do seem to be susceptible to chest infections and it always goes the same way. The doctor says it's probably viral and anti-biotics won't help but he prescribes them

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That's how I feel right now.Last night I managed to sleep all night in bed and didn't cough much (that I was aware of). I was greeted at 6.00 by Sue bearing tea and paracetemol.I didn't need medicine, though. I needed Sue. My body needed to feel those endorphins coursing through it doing their healing magic.Thankfully Sue understands my needs. I always get like this when I'm not feeling well. She

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Did that title get your attention? No, it's not me saying goodbye to this blog. We said goodbye to Sue's step grandfather - it was his funeral today. I think it was the first funeral that I've been to that was almost a happy occasion. He was 95 and died peacefully in his sleep. So it's not as though he was cut down early in the prime of life. Also, there were no very close relatives - no sons or

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I think we had a competition in our family as to who was more tired this weekend.Son went to a birthday party Friday night. The girl whose party it was had the idea of inviting 30 or so of her friends to camp out in a field next to her house. Sounds like they had a pretty wild time. Some of the teens didn't take tents, figuring that they would just stay up all night anyway so tents would be

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I had a phone call from the hospital about an hour and a half ago to tell me that Sue could come home today - thank goodness. But they said to wait until they phoned me again before I could go to get her. So right now I'm waiting for the phone to ring.I finally got to bed about 4.30 am - I had to unwind a bit before going to bed. Then I had a phone call from Son at 8.45 am. He had gone to stay at

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Well it's 3.00 am here and I've just got back from the hospital. At about 9.00 pm Sue started having chest pains and palpitations and generally feeling "strange". So I took her to hospital. After giving her various tests they decided to keep her in over night for observation and more tests.We spent about 4 hours in A&E (our equivalent of ER) with her hooked up to a monitor before she was finally

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One of my heroes died the other day: Ian Hamilton Finlay.It's a bit difficult to describe what he was: poet, artist, sculptor, philosopher, landscape gardener…all of those rolled into one.This is one of his poems constructed entirely from the names of fishing trawlers:Green WatersBlue SprayGrayfishAnna TKaren BNetta CroanConstant StarDaystarStarwoodStarlit WatersMoonlit WatersDriftObituary in the

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I don't know what's the matter with me lately. I keep dropping things or knocking things over. A few months ago I knocked over a cup of tea next to my laptop and that was the end of the laptop. Although it didn't turn out too badly in the end because the insurance company paid for a new one which was considerably better than my old one.But I seem to be getting worse. I can hardly pick anything up

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So...y'all want to see a photo of Sue naked in bed?OK, here you go...OK, so maybe not quite as revealing as you might have liked.More "in bed" photos on Flickr (you have to be registered as a "friend" though - email me if you want to be added: mynotsoperfectself at googlemail.com)This is where we spent most of our Sunday morning until midday. We had breakfast in bed, too. Lazy? Yep. But wonderful.

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I saw this on Penny's blog and decided I'd pinch it.Put your iPod/Winamp/MP3 on shuffle.Reading one question at a time, press play. Use that song title as the answer.So I put the MP3 player on my phone on shuffle and this is what came out...1. How does the world see you? Goldfrapp - UtopiaHmm…do you really think I live in Utopia?2. Will I have a happy life?Massive Attack - Be Thankful for What

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A piece that Edge posted the other day got me thinking - not unusual for stuff that Edge writes. He was talking about touch, how important it is and how he misses it now that he's single.Anyway, it got me thinking that I've been extremely fortunate in my life. Since the age of 15 I've almost always had someone with whom I could share intimate touching. That's 31 years.From age 15 to 17 I was in

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Photos from walking the dog this morning - we finally have some Spring sunshine.The street close to our house.The first time for ages that the dog hasn't had to wear his coat.You'll have to imagine the smell of wild garlic growing on either side of the path.Cute lambs.Mmm...lunch.[Actually you've no idea how difficult it was to set up that last shot. The dog was on a lead, of course - farmers can

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Council workers have been on strike today and many schools in the UK are closed. Son and Daughter's school is only partially open. Daughter got to have the day off. But Son had to go in. His year have important examinations coming up in a couple of months so the school made special arrangements for them.So Son left for school this morning in his school uniform and called for his friend round the

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Happy Mother's Day, Sue.The children are very fortunate to have you as their mother.And I'm very fortunate to have you as my wife.For all the things you do that don't always get acknowledged like...CookingMaking Daughter's lunch for school every dayFighting a constant battle to keep the children's rooms in some semblance of tidinessGetting up with the children on school day morningsHelping the

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When I was in school we were always told that the first day of Spring was 21 March so it's confusing to find that Spring most often begins on 20 March. The explanation, of course, is that the Spring Equinox, the point at which the sun crosses the equator and the hours of daylight and night are equal, varies from year to year. Up to the 1950s it was most commonly on 21 March but since then it's

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We're back. Back to reality.Back to looking after children.Back to looking after the dog.Back to looking after parents.Oh well, it was a very good weekend break whilst it lasted.Just a shame it has to end.This was our hotel, right by the beach.Sue on the beach this morning.A final coffee before we left for home.

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Here we are ensconced in our hotel. Sunday morning, sun streaming in through the windows, quiet, beautiful. I love waking up to the sun in the morning, enjoying each other's bodies in the sunlight.I'd like to apologise to the people in the room next door, though. The sound insulation in this part of the hotel isn't too good and Sue was doing her best to be quiet, she really was, but it's

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I hate keeping things secret from Sue. It just doesn't feel right. Everything in me wants so much to tell her whatever the secret is.Two years ago I planned a weekend away for her birthday - it's her birthday on Sunday. We flew to Edinburgh for the weekend. There was quite a lot of planning involved, arranging for the children to stay with friends, booking a hotel and the flights and a hire car

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I've never been very good with my hands. I'm just not the practical type. It was always a bit of a disappointment to my father. He was good with his hands. He could turn his hand to just about anything. He was an electrician by trade and by the time I was in my teens he was running his own electrical contracting business with several employees. I know he would have loved me to take over his

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I had to take Daughter to an evening activity today and as it's more than half an hour from our home it's hardly worth going back home and then coming back to get her, so I'm stuck here for an hour and a half. And right now I'm sitting in the car typing this on the laptop. My new laptop came with a free 3G data card and I'm in an area where it's possible to get a 3G signal so I'm connected at

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Sue is working three days a week at the moment, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Friday is one of her two days off. So yesterday morning we had a little R&R in the bedroom. We were just enjoying a post-coital cuddle and I think we had both drifted off to sleep when the phone rang. It was a mobile number I didn't recognise so I decided to pick it up in case one of the children had borrowed a

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Still very busy with work at the moment so I haven't had a lot of time for blogging and this will be a bits n pieces kind of post.It's been very wet here lately. Not so bad today, but in the last few days we've had a lot of rain. Quite a shock after it's been dry for so long. And no, that isn't usual for Wales at this time of year. In weather like this I need my good old green wellies.It's been

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The latest installment of the silly dog series.In this one the savage beast mauls my hand.There's a longer version too if anyone is interested.

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Sue and I found ourselves with a child-free evening today. Daughter has gone to stay with a friend and Son works on Friday evenings from 5.00 to 11.00.So we decided to try out the local Indian restaurant, just down the road from our home. We haven't been there for quite a while. It's a very small restaurant with no more than about a dozen tables.The food was very good - certainly a lot better

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Dydd Gwyl Dewi HapusHappy St David's DayWell, today the snow arrived as promised. But it was only a light sprinkling. The snowman won't be resurrected just yet. Appropriately for St David's Day Wales got it's very own Parliament Building today, opened obligingly by the Queen. Actually, it's not a Parliament Building because Wales doesn't have a Parliament, it has an Assembly (it can decide policy

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I really didn't mean that last post to end up as a silly little ditty. Originally in my head it was all erotic and moody. But somehow it didn't end up that way when I typed it. Oh well.Sue is still laid low by the migraine that started on Saturday. She had a bit of a headache on Saturday morning but that didn't prevent us from having a fairly energetic round of bedroom activities (which inspired

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when you get back into bedand your hands are freezing coldI have a special handwarmerready for you to holdone piece of my anatomythat warms to your cold touchjust the right length and thickness- and it enjoys it very much!

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I'm still super-busy right now so not much time for blogging so I thought I'd just throw in some quick random facts about our greyhound.Greyhounds are incredibly lazy. Apart from sloths I think they must qualify as one of the laziest creatures on the planet.Greyhounds sleep with their eyes open, which can be a little disconcerting when you're not used to it.He often chases things in his dreams.

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When I came downstairs this morning our totally daft greyhound was covered in his blanket and when he tried to get up he got totally trapped in the blanket. I had to extricate him in the end. I had the digital camera to hand so I could take a video. Update: I've had reports of some browsers freezing when viewing this site - just in case it's the video plugin that's causing the problem I've

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Geek warning for this post. I can't help a little geekiness slipping out now and then.So, yeah, I decided to hold on to the laptop. Actually, when it arrived I could see from the box that it was a different make to the one I ordered. I was just about to get on the phone to them when I noticed the label with the specification. Toshiba Satellite Pro L20, Pentium M 1.8Gz, Centrino, 512Mb RAM, 80Gb

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OK, folks, here's a dilemma for you...You purchase a laptop online from a company known to have an extremely dodgy customer service but the price for the laptop you want is a lot lower than anybody else's. Sure enough, the agreed delivery date comes and goes and no laptop. Finally, a week later, a laptop arrives, but it's the wrong one.The one they've sent is worth £300 more than the one you've

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Our morning dog walk captured in photos on the camera phone...We start on this pathThen up this hill towards the castleLooking up to the castleI'm the king of the castle!Along this road with big puddlesDown hereJump over this stileAlong this pathFollow the railingsRiver's getting high with lots of rain recentlyFearlessly leaping into the raging torrent(the river is about 6 inches deep here)

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I found the perfect place for our romantic Valentine's meal this evening.All you can eat pasta bolognese for £1 at IKEA.Who said romance was dead?!(And very nice it was, too!)

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For Valentine's Day our "theme poem": Poem No 10 from 73 Poems by E E Cummingsbecause it’sSpringthingSdare to do people(& notthe other wayround)because it’s AprilLives lead their ownpersons(insteadof everybodyelse’s)butwhat’s whollymarvellous myDarlingis that you &i are more than you& i(because It’s we)And our theme song (well, one of our theme songs): I Love You by The Bees.Sue and I saw The

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I'm being really spoiled at the moment. My delicious birthday weekend has carried on over to Monday as well.I got out of the shower this morning to find Sue lying in bed wearing one of the very sexy nightdresses that we'd bought for her for Christmas - and a very naughty look on her face. Actually she made me jump because I didn't expect her to be there. And of course I had to join her back in

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Well, Saturday went as planned - sort of.I spent the afternoon watching two rugby matches on TV. Although you can fit two rugby matches quite easily into the amount of time that one American Football game takes (how on earth you Americans put up with all those breaks in play I don't know).In the evening we'd planned to have a Chinese takeaway followed by a game of Nookii. We got off to a slightly

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Guide to a perfect Saturday (for me, at least).1) Lie in until 11.30 am with a beautiful, sexy woman, making slow, delicious love.2) Take dog for a walk in brilliant sunshine.3) Watch two international rugby matches on TV in the afternoon.4) Both children go to sleepovers with friends so we have an evening, night and morning to ourselves.So what are we going to do with our evening? Well, I think

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Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I didn't see much of Sue today because she was working today and she had to be out this evening, so we planned to defer birthday celebrations until tomorrow. The only slight problem is that we were hoping for a child-free day tomorrow whilst the children are at school but Son came home from school early today not feeling well. So we're not sure if he will go

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THIS IS A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR ED..TODAY HE IS 4* (SOMETHING)Let us all join together in a rousing chorus.1.....2......3!Happy Birthday to youHappy Birthday to youHappy Birthday dear Ed,Happy Birthday to youPenblwydd Hapus i tiPenblwydd Hapus i tiPenblwydd Hapus anwyl EdPenblwydd Hapus i tiI LOVE YOU VERY MUCH......SUEXXXXXXYou should be careful leaving your blogger account logged in - you

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One thing struck me as I watched the vet piece together the shattered, mangled bits of flesh and bone. He was enjoying himself. I don't mean that in a bad way. I guess that after all the usual run-of-the-mill ailments that he had to deal with, this was something that he could really get to grips with. A challenge worthy of his skill. And it was quite obvious that he was very skilled. It turned

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I mentioned yesterday that it was the third anniversary of the one of the worst days of my life. So what happened on that fateful day?Well, I suppose it is indicative of the sheltered life I've led that it has to do with our greyhound, T.It was 5 February 2003, about 6.00 pm. We'd had T for just over a year. I had just got back from taking him for a walk and was taking off my boots by the front

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Yesterday morning was certainly very special. So this morning we did it all over again, just the same (well, almost). At some point during the proceedings the phone gave a "bing". It was an email telling me that I'd had a comment from Clare saying how lucky we were. Clare, you don't know how right you were at that precise moment! (I didn't read the email until afterwards, of course.) But yes, we

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Saturday morning was one of those very special mornings.First of all, Son had to be at work by 8.00 am this morning. And of course I had to get up to make sure that he got up in time. And of course it was quite a battle to get him up. Not a good start to a Saturday morning perhaps.But after he'd gone I made some tea (of course!) and took it up to the bedroom where Sue was still asleep. I got in

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I've been pretty much AWOL from the blogosphere this week. Have you missed me from your comment boxes? I'm slowly catching up on the reading (but not the commenting). One thing that strikes me is that an awful lot can happen in a week. Obviously some major things have been going on in some corners of the blogosphere and I feel very much out of the loop. I hate that phrase and I don't know why I

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We had the dreaded Parents Evening in school for Son last week. Or at least I did - Sue couldn't make it unfortunately so I had to face the teachers with Son. It was not good news.Nearly every teacher complained of coursework not being done. And in some subjects it was too late to do anything about it as the deadline had either already passed or was very imminent.Son does have some difficulty

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I'm still here, just not much time for blogging at the moment. I'm making a concerted effort not to do any blogging during my working day and not to go to bed too late. And I'm having some success with both - even though it's 1.30 am right now *ahem*.Anyway, hopefully I'll get back to writing and reading soon.Meanwhile, I've changed the music - just to wake you up a bit and start February with a

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The last month has been a bit of a roller coaster for Son.He spent 2 days in hospital with suspected appendicitis.He got himself a job earning over £200 per month for 2 evenings work per week.His girlfriend broke up with him - he's had girlfriends before, but this one really hurt.He got to buy a drum kit - something he's been wanting to do for a long time.He's had his mean father on his back

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I'm still loving my new phone. Honestly, I'm like a kid with a new favourite toy. I guess it brings together several elements that interest me: the internet and email, photography and music and...well...general geekiness.I know most of you are used to having MP3 players but it's new to me. We have a CD player in the car that plays MP3s and, of course, I used to be able to play them on my laptop

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Have you noticed that it's gone a bit quiet in blogland lately? Lots of people seem to be "in a funk" or just with not much to say. Monday especially seems to have been a depressing day.I wasn't feeling too great yesterday, either.Anyway, it seems there was a reason why many of us were not feeling so good yesterday. Cliff Arnall, a psychologist at Cardiff University (just down the road from us)

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Clare tagged me for this one...Four Jobs You've Had1) In my college vacations I was a sewer man. Yep, I was responsible for maintaining sewers in our local area. It was a great job - I got to drive a van around the rural area and there was lots of tax-free overtime.2) Sales Assistant in the toy department of a large store. I got to play with demonstrate remote control cars, Scalectrix and train

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Sorry if I seem to have disappeared from the blogosphere this week. I am still alive, just been very busy. As Chuck was saying the other day, he feels that he has become addicted to blogging and is trying to crack that addiction. I am too. Part of the reason that I stopped posting on PM is that blogging was taking far too much of my time. I feel that here I can be a lot more flexible. If I don't

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I had a phone call the other day that I'd been expecting so in half an hour's time I will be doing a driving test.It's a voluntary thing and at moments like these I wonder why I put myself through this. I expect it will turn out OK, but there's always that fear that it won't.About 12 years ago I joined an advanced driving organisation and I have to take a refresher test every three years. I got

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We don't celebrate MLK Day in the UK. I don't know why because he should be a hero to us all, not just Americans. Anyway, I thought I would share a moment with you of which I am not proud.Once upon a time in a land far, far away (well OK, not that far) I used to work for a company letting out apartments. Usually the kind of tenant that we would look for would be a single person or couple with no

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Apparently it's been De-lurking week but I missed it. Oh well.I would ask lurkers here to de-lurk and leave comments, but I'm not sure that there are any. Or at least not many. But if there are any out there feel free to comment and say hi. I guess if you count the weekend there's still two days left of this week.One of the reasons that I got disillusioned with the PM site is that I got fed up

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On the Folding Laundry post the other day Chuck saidFolding laundry sucks! So how do you fold them? What's different about the way you do it vs. Sue, for example? I think you need to open the drawers and take some pics so we can see!Well, no sooner said than done!This is my underwear drawer:T-shirts neatly folded, boxer shorts (OK, not quite so neat but then not many people are going to see those

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This is where we walked the dog this morning.On one of the local beaches.There were other people about (and dogs).But not many.This beach is about 20 minutes drive from our home.And I guess we are fortunate to have all this so close.And the sun was shining for once!

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The first three days or so in hospital are a bit of a blur. I remember intense pain in my stomach. But my head felt as though it was about to explode any minute too. Most of the time I wasn't sure which hurt most - my stomach or my head. All I could do was just lie there and groan and look forward to the next shot of painkillers.There was a young man in the bed next to me, also with suspected

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There's something intrinsically wrong with being up at 5.30 am on a Saturday morning folding laundry (to borrow an American expression).I was in a very deep sleep and it took some very persistent barking for the dog to wake me.I stumbled downstairs, having to concentrate hard not to fall.The dog has a gripey tummy, I think. He was outside for a long time. Eating grass probably.I remembered that I

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After Son's little excursion into hospital I started writing my own experience of appendicitis. It ended up being very long so I've decided to break it down into (hopefully) digestible parts. I'll post the rest of it over the next couple of days. At the time I was afflicted by the "Don't see the doctor unless it's a dire emergency" syndrome.If Blogger had categories this would have to be posted

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Son and Daughter both had cash for their main presents this Christmas. They had various small presents, but cash is what they both wanted so that's what they mostly got.Son spent some of his cash yesterday on this...Somehow I don't think we'll be having a peaceful New Year...And judging by the amount of noise coming out of his room I think we can safely say that he's fully recovered.Daughter

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Sue has dubbed 2005 as The Year of the Hospital, since my father spent a long time in hospital earlier in the year and Son ended up in hospital for a couple of days at the end of the year. So we sincerely hope that 2006 will not involve anything to do with hospitals!I don't make New Year's Resolutions - I figure that if you're going to do something why wait until the New Year to do it?I'm not

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Son is back home from hospital - we collected him this morning.Officially we still don't know what the problem was. Sue and I are convinced that it was appendicitis. We've both had appendicitis - Sue in her teens and me in my thirties - and we've both had experience of doctors telling us that we didn't have appendicitis only to find later that we did. The attitude of doctors in the UK seems to be

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It's just past 1.00 am here and we've just got back from the hospital. We had to take Son in this evening with possible appendicitis.He's been complaining of stomach pains all day. I took him to the doctor this afternoon and was told to give him paracetemol and monitor the situation but this evening the pain had got worse so Sue and I took him to the hospital and they're going to keep him in

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So, how was your Christmas?One of the great things about having teenagers is that they don't wake you up at 5.00 am asking if it's time to get up now. In fact, they didn't get us up at all. We had to wake them up.So that meant that we had time to open our parcel from Love Honey and explore the contents. So what were the contents?Well, there was...A remote control vibratorSome smart ballsAnd a

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Well, it's 4.00 pm on Christmas Eve and I've just finished all my shopping. Now all I have to do is wrap. Oh yeah, and I bought Dad a table to fit over his bed or over his chair which came as a flat-pack. So I have to put that together.And now I'm just taking a breather on the computer with a glass of my favourite tipple, Southern Comfort, before I make a start on the wrapping and flat-pack

Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00477991385508006573noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18351295.post-1135301303759906542005-12-23T01:25:00.000Z2005-12-23T01:28:23.773Z

How has the internet changed your sex life (or, holy hell, I had no idea this shit was out there!!!)OK, let's get this out of the way to start with: regular readers will know that I used to have a sex blog. Or at least a blog where I talked about sex quite a lot. New readers (if there are any) just do a google on Perfect Marriage and you'll find it - currently top spot. 1. Did you starte with

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Well, we haven't quite finished getting ready for Christmas but we're getting there and I'm feeling a lot better. Of course, it wouldn't have anything to do with the amount of sex we've had over the last five days... Those endorphins do a good job of relieving stress, though.I ordered a few things from our favourite online shop. In fact, I ordered them Monday afternoon and they arrived Tuesday

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This photo matches how I am right now - dark and moody.I don't mean to sound Scrooge-like, but I hate this time of year. A week to go before Christmas, so much to do and so little time. I do enjoy Christmas and I suppose all the effort is worth it in the end, but the week before Christmas is not my favourite time. Inevitably some time over the next week a feeling of panic will start to set in -

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My father-in-law phoned yesterday evening to tell us to look at the moon. Apparently it was supposed to be the brightest that it's been for 40 years. I have to say, it didn't look brighter to me than any other full moon, possibly because it was partially obscured by cloud. I took a photograph of it anyway. This was the view from our bedroom window last night.That reminds me that I forgot to tell

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Tuesday morning: Sue had just got out of the shower. And as soon as I saw her I could see this grainy black and white photo in my mind. Except that I didn't have the camera on me. So I asked her stand still. I ran down two flights of stairs to get the camera and ran back up again.Batteries were dead. Ran back downstairs to get batteries (always keep a spare set on charge) and finally got to take

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The piercing cry of seagulls bouncing off the cliffs.The sun warming the smooth rocks like radiators.I've always had a thing about the sea. Not being on the sea. I'm not good with boats. I'll go in them if I have to, but not by choice. No, I mean being by the sea, on the beach, swimming in the sea.Here we call it the sea, not the ocean. Because the Atlantic Ocean is some miles out to sea from

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You would think that given our activities yesterday morning I would have been sated, but I wasn't. Not at all.When Sue got out of bed this morning, escaping my grasping clutches, saying that she was going to make some tea, I waited.And waited and waited.And the coiled spring wound tighter and tighter.An hour later there were footsteps on the stairs, Sue bringing tea."I saw your post about random

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So we said goodbye to F this morning (or, rather, yesterday morning as it's past midnight here). Sue got up at 5.00 AM and I got up at 5.30. No idea why I'm still up at 1.30 AM having got up so early but still...And after seeing her onto the bus and waving goodbye Sue and I came home and, of course, went back to bed. Though we didn't *ahem* get any sleep. Daughter had decided to stay in school -

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I got this from Edge. Only problem with doing this is that I've lived a very sheltered life compared to someone like Edge so it's all pretty boring. But anyway...1) I've only had sex with 3 women in my life.2) Since the age of 16 I've never gone more than about 6 months without having sex.3) I have a driving test coming up soon. 4) I've only ever bought two things on Ebay. This is one of them...

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