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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:sandycastle.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>Interesting enough? Well I think so!.</title><link rel="self" href="http://sandycastle.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sandycastle.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>Hope you do too!</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T09:36:34+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:sandycastle.blog.co.uk,2006-09-02:/2006/09/02/on_thinking_back~1091361/</id><title>On Thinking Back.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sandycastle.blog.co.uk/2006/09/02/on_thinking_back~1091361/"/><author><name>SandyA</name></author><published>2006-09-02T17:12:35+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:12:35+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;The older I get I find myself looking back to my days as a small child, and often remember little items that I  sit and chuckle over. My father was ex-RAF - cut him in half and he'd be red white and blue!! In the same way that I now buy our local daily paper and immediately turn to the deaths column to see if any one I know has popped their clogs - well my dad used to scan the daily papers for items on the royal family - and made sure we all read it and took note. On Christmas Day lunch had to be cleared away well before 3pm - and silence reigned in the house while his highlight of the year was televised - the Queens speech. Just as well there were no VCR's then - we'd have been made to watch it all year.&lt;br&gt;
You probably won't even believe this next bit - but whenever  royalty appeared on 'the box' we'd be made to stand in front of the TV and SALUTE!! - he'd most likely be brought up for child cruelty or perversion in these days. How times have changed. I can't even bear to read about them now - and look on it all as an archaic institution that we should have dispensed with years ago - wonder how many flats we could get into Buckingham Palace??&lt;br&gt;
My Dad would turn in his grave!!&lt;/p&gt;
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On a slightly lighter note (understatement) I thought I'd share with you what my average Monday is all about.&lt;br&gt;
Since I retired I have looked after O each Monday while his mammy goes to work.&lt;br&gt;
It certainly takes some energy - and I always find that I sleep like a log on Monday evenings - so it's worth that alone!&lt;br&gt;
I usually let O decide our itinerary for the day which can be anything from a day at the seaside or swimming baths to merely feeding the ducks at the nearby lake.&lt;br&gt;
Yesterday was spent painting and I thought you might like to see how things ended up.I thought I was ever so organised - four plastic pots of different coloured paint and four individual paint brushes- nothing could be easier! As the photos show the end result was somewhat different.&lt;br&gt;
The rest of the afternoon-up until teatime and then his collection by his daddy was spent watching 'Mickey Mouses Christmas Party' (in the middle of August). It's a great DVD but after 1000 showings it tends to aggravate more than entertain. O never seems to notice - he loves it.  With a new baby due at the end of the year G and I are looking forward to double the pleasure. The only problem on the horizon is that O is insisting that the new baby - whatever sex- is to be called Caroline - for reasons known only to himself!!&lt;/p&gt;
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He puts poison in his vein,&lt;br&gt;
And I know he won't refrain,&lt;br&gt;
Even if I beg or plead with all my heart.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I want to take him in my arms,&lt;br&gt;
Soothe him better - use my charms,&lt;br&gt;
but he's too old now to sit on mammy's knee.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He has begged and he has pleaded,&lt;br&gt;
For the money he has needed,&lt;br&gt;
Which, sad to say, I've often given in the end.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And if through me he ends his life,&lt;br&gt;
I might as well have used a knife,&lt;br&gt;
T'would have been a kinder gift from me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So via his hallucinations,&lt;br&gt;
And my futile frustrations,&lt;br&gt;
His end is not so much an 'if' but more a 'when'.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://sandycastle.blog.co.uk/2005/08/21/title_19798/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:sandycastle.blog.co.uk,2005-08-20:/2005/08/20/title_19195/</id><title>title-131403</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sandycastle.blog.co.uk/2005/08/20/title_19195/"/><author><name>SandyA</name></author><published>2005-08-20T18:14:41+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:14:41+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Not being a computer whizzkid is rather cramping my style-this is my third attempt at writing a 'blog'and somehow I keep losing them on my computer! I have thought about doing this for a while but on my first foray into blogs I accessed a USA based site linked to a music download channel and I immediately thought I'd linked up to 'other beings' speaking some alien language. However now that I've found blog.co.uk with ordinary down-to-earth bloggers I'll give it a go. My next quandary was whether or not my present life is interesting enough for others to read. When I sat and thought about it -well- they say life is a tapestry- mine beats the Bayeux.!&lt;br&gt;
Come to think of it I'm probably underselling myself with a blog -I should be writing a novel at the very least! Hope this is the first of many - looking forward to this new challenge.
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