<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:53.056+01:00</updated><category term='Aberystwyth'/><category term='arundhati Roy'/><category term='free'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Weather the whether is'/><category term='music'/><category term='mental health'/><category term='woodwork'/><category term='William Morris'/><category term='spuds'/><category term='allotment'/><category term='life'/><category term='Mind Bloggling'/><category term='curry'/><category term='Angel of the north'/><category term='rain'/><category term='people'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Shelves'/><category term='MAGMH'/><category term='madonna'/><category term='rotherham United'/><category term='apedale park'/><category term='routing'/><category term='chordie.com'/><category term='welsh rugby'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='Sanity fair'/><category term='friend'/><category term='Bob dylan'/><category term='Minbloggling'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>etcb</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3599329026989407197</id><published>2008-01-25T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:24:13.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Apologies for not blogging recently</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been blogging recently. I have however looked in on you all often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3599329026989407197?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3599329026989407197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3599329026989407197' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3599329026989407197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3599329026989407197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2008/01/apologies-for-not-blogging-recently.html' title='Apologies for not blogging recently'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3237887201032700409</id><published>2007-12-21T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:27.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas - Happy Holidays - Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>To all the Mind Blogglers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a peaceful Christmas and here's to 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/R2uURH019GI/AAAAAAAAADs/20d8PshI398/s1600-h/L2133-Christmas+Decs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/R2uURH019GI/AAAAAAAAADs/20d8PshI398/s320/L2133-Christmas+Decs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146370021080298594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3237887201032700409?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3237887201032700409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3237887201032700409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3237887201032700409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3237887201032700409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-happy-holidays-happy.html' title='Merry Christmas - Happy Holidays - Happy New Year'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/R2uURH019GI/AAAAAAAAADs/20d8PshI398/s72-c/L2133-Christmas+Decs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-2426538257831830440</id><published>2007-11-25T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:27.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/R0llgY8KuoI/AAAAAAAAADk/rUb1dZfCxeE/s1600-h/Photo-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/R0llgY8KuoI/AAAAAAAAADk/rUb1dZfCxeE/s320/Photo-0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136748457117792898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 22nd November 2007 at 5.20am - a new baby boy arrived into our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful sister had a beautiful baby. Welcome (yet to be named)! And congratulations to  your Mum and Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-2426538257831830440?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/2426538257831830440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=2426538257831830440' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2426538257831830440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2426538257831830440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the world!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/R0llgY8KuoI/AAAAAAAAADk/rUb1dZfCxeE/s72-c/Photo-0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-2839597672320863946</id><published>2007-11-09T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:07:03.001Z</updated><title type='text'>Dietary advice</title><content type='html'>Had to go to the Quakers meeting house in Newcastle for a meeting the other day and whilst I was hanging around the reception I read the following and thought -  I like that, so wanted to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A native American sat with his grandson on his knee.&lt;br /&gt;He said "Son, inside you there are two wolves locked in battle. One is the wolf of peace, love and kindness and the other is the wolf of fear, greed and hatred."&lt;br /&gt;"But Grandad, which one wins?" asked the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;"The one that you feed!"replied the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-2839597672320863946?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/2839597672320863946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=2839597672320863946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2839597672320863946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2839597672320863946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/11/dietary-advice.html' title='Dietary advice'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-6946049630987858365</id><published>2007-10-30T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:28.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Images of summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RyesmDzxZpI/AAAAAAAAADc/jY7p7RGslPU/s1600-h/P1010751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RyesmDzxZpI/AAAAAAAAADc/jY7p7RGslPU/s320/P1010751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127256470642058898" border="0" /&gt;This is a photograph of a fox sunbathing in our garden! He came back 3 or 4 days in a row. I've seen him sunbathing on the roof of a nearby shed too. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-6946049630987858365?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/6946049630987858365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=6946049630987858365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/6946049630987858365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/6946049630987858365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/10/images-of-summer.html' title='Images of summer!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RyesmDzxZpI/AAAAAAAAADc/jY7p7RGslPU/s72-c/P1010751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-2358817725185385004</id><published>2007-09-30T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:36:35.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive anticipation rather than negative speculation!</title><content type='html'>'Approach with positive anticipation rather than negative speculation' - what a gem! Superbly uplifting piece of advice! One of many examples of the positive, caring, sincere and generous spirit of the Mind Bloggling community!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you all for your kindness, support and encouragement - without you it would not exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's looking forward to the future with positive anticipation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-2358817725185385004?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/2358817725185385004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=2358817725185385004' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2358817725185385004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2358817725185385004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/09/positive-anticipation-rather-than.html' title='Positive anticipation rather than negative speculation!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-7415385942403842500</id><published>2007-09-20T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:19:15.704+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welsh rugby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>For him in doors - hope the boys in red win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8xKJsujVKk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8xKJsujVKk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blog dedicated to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-7415385942403842500?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/7415385942403842500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=7415385942403842500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7415385942403842500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7415385942403842500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-him-in-doors-hope-boys-in-red-win.html' title='For him in doors - hope the boys in red win!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-6167230493271019992</id><published>2007-09-13T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:28.482Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGMH'/><title type='text'>DIY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RukQgnqmX-I/AAAAAAAAADM/ZaYGWN86hAc/s1600-h/13-09-07_1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RukQgnqmX-I/AAAAAAAAADM/ZaYGWN86hAc/s320/13-09-07_1121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109633404818055138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just putting some shelves up - will be back shortly. Rather scared myself when the drill bit broke off in the wall! Wear goggles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-6167230493271019992?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/6167230493271019992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=6167230493271019992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/6167230493271019992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/6167230493271019992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/09/diy.html' title='DIY'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RukQgnqmX-I/AAAAAAAAADM/ZaYGWN86hAc/s72-c/13-09-07_1121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-1415571879694313557</id><published>2007-08-23T08:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:21:35.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hFg55ec1p0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hFg55ec1p0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it! Just shows how fallible our perceptions can be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-1415571879694313557?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/1415571879694313557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=1415571879694313557' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1415571879694313557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1415571879694313557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/08/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm...'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-407754898252738158</id><published>2007-08-14T08:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:28.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Food glorious food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RsFdMX5AP6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y3VwsHAJ5YU/s1600-h/spices,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RsFdMX5AP6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y3VwsHAJ5YU/s320/spices,0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098458720313032610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst searching the BBC web site for the weather forecast (in the vain hope of finding that it will be sunny for the foreseeable future - not looking great by the way, but we live in hope) - I came across the following link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love curry and would like to be able to cook it better than I do (in fact I would like to be able to cook anything better than I do) so am going to have a go at some of these recipes and tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the chance to have a go and have some successes - do let me know! Marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/mostof_indianessentials1.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-407754898252738158?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/407754898252738158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=407754898252738158' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/407754898252738158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/407754898252738158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/08/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food glorious food!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RsFdMX5AP6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y3VwsHAJ5YU/s72-c/spices,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-1384220634892183119</id><published>2007-08-09T07:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:28.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rrqy0H5AP5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/zsnlkAcZdbs/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rrqy0H5AP5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/zsnlkAcZdbs/s320/smile.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096582536864219026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world baby Bailey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl - arrived about an hour ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dad and Mum are a bit tired but over the moon to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-1384220634892183119?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/1384220634892183119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=1384220634892183119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1384220634892183119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1384220634892183119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rrqy0H5AP5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/zsnlkAcZdbs/s72-c/smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-615186264827763928</id><published>2007-07-27T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:14:51.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGMH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minbloggling'/><title type='text'>An autobiography in 5 chapters by Portia Nelson.</title><content type='html'>Read this and liked it - wanted to share it with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one.&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the street. There is a deep hole in the pavement. I fall in. I'm lost. I'm helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter two.&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the pavement. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place, but it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter three.&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the pavement. I see it there. I fall in. It's a habit. But my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault and I get out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter four.&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the pavement. I walk around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter five.&lt;br /&gt;I try walking down a different street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-615186264827763928?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/615186264827763928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=615186264827763928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/615186264827763928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/615186264827763928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/07/autobiography-in-5-chapters-by-portia.html' title='An autobiography in 5 chapters by Portia Nelson.'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3274149060007952259</id><published>2007-07-14T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:28.983Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGMH'/><title type='text'>Back on line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RplBf3Xc2zI/AAAAAAAAACs/TyZVIWEsN4s/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RplBf3Xc2zI/AAAAAAAAACs/TyZVIWEsN4s/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087169269785746226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been able to access the internet from home in weeks. It's incredible how much of my life is tied to the net. I've been able to check my emails intermittently, but unable to reply. It was like losing your voice. It's quite dramatic. I couldn't do this...well, not from home. I couldn't find any information out about random 'stuff' I chose. Couldn't download maps, couldn't check the weather forecast, of which I am a bit obsessive - it was so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway  - it's all mended now thanks to Al (great friend) who is a bit of a genius at this kinda thing and despite having an over-flowing plate of 'things to do' not to mention a baby who is days from being born - he got me back on line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of those people that you come across in life (of which I am very fortunate to have found quite a few, particularly recenty), who you know if you fall, they would catch you. It's a two way thing - I would catch them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this blog is dedicated to friends - they are very precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3274149060007952259?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3274149060007952259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3274149060007952259' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3274149060007952259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3274149060007952259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-on-line.html' title='Back on line'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RplBf3Xc2zI/AAAAAAAAACs/TyZVIWEsN4s/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-7044305847900470530</id><published>2007-07-02T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:29.145Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotherham United'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>For the people of Rotherham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RojEbPbkJRI/AAAAAAAAACk/-LCmSbt3YMc/s1600-h/herringthorpe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082528151765263634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RojEbPbkJRI/AAAAAAAAACk/-LCmSbt3YMc/s320/herringthorpe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a bit of a thought for the 900 people living in Rotherham's Herringthorpe leisure centre at the moment, because of the floods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the sun starts shining for you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-7044305847900470530?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/7044305847900470530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=7044305847900470530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7044305847900470530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7044305847900470530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-people-of-rotherham.html' title='For the people of Rotherham'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RojEbPbkJRI/AAAAAAAAACk/-LCmSbt3YMc/s72-c/herringthorpe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-4222638482538913557</id><published>2007-06-24T08:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:29.284Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanity fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGMH'/><title type='text'>Sanity Fair - BIG THANK YOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rn6JkOxzKvI/AAAAAAAAACc/V6lzWldYwq4/s1600-h/2007+POSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rn6JkOxzKvI/AAAAAAAAACc/V6lzWldYwq4/s320/2007+POSTER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648685255764722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home on Saturday night, my feet just began to throb and throb. I hadn't noticed them all day. In fact the only thing I had noticed was the excitment and fun and sense of community that saturated the air (along with the rain later in the day) But even the rain just added to the excitment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanity Fair happens because people want it to. It's so easy to say 'no'. But everyone said 'yes'. It takes time and commitment and thought and causes worry and stress and stuff - but it's fantastic that people come together and help give the public a better understanding of mental health, a more positive, clearer, more realistic sense of what it's all about. It goes along way too, in encouraging people to think about what affects their own mental health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote a list of 'people we must thank' and there were over 100 individuals on there. A hundred people without whom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the lead up to the day was also really enjoyable and one moment in particular when all the people who regulalrly come to MAGMH were working preparing for the day - it encapsulated what Sanity Fair is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to everyone - it was remarkable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-4222638482538913557?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/4222638482538913557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=4222638482538913557' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4222638482538913557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4222638482538913557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/06/sanity-fair-big-thank-yous.html' title='Sanity Fair - BIG THANK YOUS'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rn6JkOxzKvI/AAAAAAAAACc/V6lzWldYwq4/s72-c/2007+POSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5118867942964019064</id><published>2007-06-18T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:15:00.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity Fair - BIG THANKS</title><content type='html'>What a great day! it really was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now - MASSIVE THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO SAID 'YES' AND MADE IT HAPPEN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5118867942964019064?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5118867942964019064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5118867942964019064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5118867942964019064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5118867942964019064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/06/sanity-fair-big-thanks.html' title='Sanity Fair - BIG THANKS'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-7036405808224261346</id><published>2007-06-04T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:29.507Z</updated><title type='text'>oatcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RmRKtWtEaZI/AAAAAAAAACU/PlQ_VahmEeI/s1600-h/oatcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072261223375202706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RmRKtWtEaZI/AAAAAAAAACU/PlQ_VahmEeI/s320/oatcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet that if you google oatcakes it comes up with the Scottish hard biscuit top of the list - I'm gonna try it, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - it did. These horrible dry, foul tasting biscuits are not a patch on the staffordshire oatcake. When I first moved to Stoke On trent they were a bit of a revelation. At first, I didn't know what you did with them (except eat them of course). I used to have them cold with jam, then discovered that grilled with cheese was the traditional way. Wow! When I worked in Alsager we were right next door to an oatcake shop and people would have an entire breakfast on there, including beans (You needed a straw to eat it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've introduced them to my family who live in Scotland and even taken them to botswanna for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of Staffordshire's finest inventions (of which there have been many).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, how do you eat yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-7036405808224261346?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/7036405808224261346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=7036405808224261346' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7036405808224261346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7036405808224261346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/06/oatcakes.html' title='oatcakes'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RmRKtWtEaZI/AAAAAAAAACU/PlQ_VahmEeI/s72-c/oatcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3891034007596278422</id><published>2007-06-02T08:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:29.757Z</updated><title type='text'>Ride the wave...learn to surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RmE8d2tEaXI/AAAAAAAAACE/iPukdAJIDJI/s1600-h/CR-surf-science.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RmE8d2tEaXI/AAAAAAAAACE/iPukdAJIDJI/s320/CR-surf-science.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071401138994309490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this yesterday and thought how appropriate it is for Mind Bloggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some good friends last night - great to see you all. And for the ones who were missing, I'll be thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3891034007596278422?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3891034007596278422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3891034007596278422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3891034007596278422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3891034007596278422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/06/ride-wavelearn-to-surf.html' title='Ride the wave...learn to surf'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RmE8d2tEaXI/AAAAAAAAACE/iPukdAJIDJI/s72-c/CR-surf-science.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8417480718564298742</id><published>2007-05-22T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:29.915Z</updated><title type='text'>Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RlK42Ks1czI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ONlc6FYbVZs/s1600-h/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067315771470082866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RlK42Ks1czI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ONlc6FYbVZs/s320/sheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother took this picture near his home in the borders of Scotland. It's a lovely place! Today my sister, dad, sister in law, nephew and brother are all there - I miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8417480718564298742?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8417480718564298742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8417480718564298742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8417480718564298742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8417480718564298742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/05/sheep.html' title='Sheep'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RlK42Ks1czI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ONlc6FYbVZs/s72-c/sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-2908208052315976672</id><published>2007-05-15T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:30.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Cat in a case and other random stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rkl4K255WbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sbgJCIgTyAo/s1600-h/cat+in+a+case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064711383887206834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rkl4K255WbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sbgJCIgTyAo/s320/cat+in+a+case.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got home last night and one of our cats had adopted the mandolin case as her bed - cute, don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I read in the paper this monring that if you want to go to Glastonbury and you're prepared to work on the car park doing twelve hour shifts then you can get in for free (so they should I guess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. the mandolin in the background in a flying V shape - how cool is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-2908208052315976672?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/2908208052315976672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=2908208052315976672' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2908208052315976672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2908208052315976672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/05/cat-in-case-and-other-random-stuff.html' title='Cat in a case and other random stuff!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rkl4K255WbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sbgJCIgTyAo/s72-c/cat+in+a+case.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-4073072864199722439</id><published>2007-05-08T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:37:00.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living life to the full: e-learning</title><content type='html'>I became aware of this CBT based self help book about a year ago and have just found it on-line. Might be worth a look - &lt;a href="http://www.livinglifetothefull.com"&gt;http://www.livinglifetothefull.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It focuses on developing life skills and also on issues surrounding anxiety and depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-4073072864199722439?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/4073072864199722439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=4073072864199722439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4073072864199722439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4073072864199722439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-life-to-full-e-learning.html' title='Living life to the full: e-learning'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-1189280985552508231</id><published>2007-04-30T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:30.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Somert I noticed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RjXJ8255WYI/AAAAAAAAABc/CfVsmg8asTk/s1600-h/aber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059171803788302722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RjXJ8255WYI/AAAAAAAAABc/CfVsmg8asTk/s320/aber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been doing lots of thinking recently. In the absence of doing a million and one things (which is what I used to do) I've had more time to think. It can be a scarey thing to do, thinking, it can be a bit un-ravelling and makes you assess what's going on in your life. But I think I have to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did notice, is how your wants change depending on your circumstances. A week or so ago, I was skint. I was wandering round M &amp;amp; S and every isle I turned down I came across delicious looking food which I was longing to have. A few days later when my financial pressures had eased a little I went there again. This time, I couldn't find a thing that seemed tempting, even though I could now afford to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an odd thing. When you desire something, you put yourself through the mill if you can't have it. When you can have it, it losses its appeal. That's a big old thought - I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-1189280985552508231?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/1189280985552508231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=1189280985552508231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1189280985552508231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1189280985552508231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/04/somert-i-noticed.html' title='Somert I noticed...'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RjXJ8255WYI/AAAAAAAAABc/CfVsmg8asTk/s72-c/aber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-997667454116234655</id><published>2007-04-22T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:30.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Ruskiboots.com</title><content type='html'>I've cannot begin to tell you how pleased I am - pride I know is  bad thing. But I am beeming a little. I've been asked to be a God Mother twice in the space of 6 months. I've never been asked before and maybe it's more of a reflection of the passing years and greying hair that give me the credentials. But I do feel quite honoured. I have to admit that I'm rather more agnostic than perhaps a God Mother ought to be, but I think that it means that these new lives will have a special place in my life. I'm also to be an Aunty (my sister is pregnant!) - and I am over the moon about this too! It's gonna be a busy babysitting time for me. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of some baby foot gear knitted by a very dear friend and Mum to be - Alya.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiuSaYnK3uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I6hChsJj--I/s1600-h/IMG_2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiuSaYnK3uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I6hChsJj--I/s320/IMG_2433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056295988634509026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-997667454116234655?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/997667454116234655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=997667454116234655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/997667454116234655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/997667454116234655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/04/ruskibootscom.html' title='Ruskiboots.com'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiuSaYnK3uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I6hChsJj--I/s72-c/IMG_2433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8056489325271418649</id><published>2007-04-18T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:30.751Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apedale park'/><title type='text'>Life in the open air</title><content type='html'>We had a expedition yesterday to the local country park with the Mind Blogglers. The plan was to take the cameras and make it a bit of a photo workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the rather fabulous results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiX508yiPHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l63m7FWdKMo/s1600-h/2007+04+17+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054720844859849842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiX508yiPHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l63m7FWdKMo/s320/2007+04+17+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiX5a8yiPGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aNJdGkateic/s1600-h/2007+04+17+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054720398183251042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiX5a8yiPGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aNJdGkateic/s320/2007+04+17+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was perfect, great company, great weather. Thanks for coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8056489325271418649?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8056489325271418649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8056489325271418649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8056489325271418649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8056489325271418649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-in-open-air.html' title='Life in the open air'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RiX508yiPHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/l63m7FWdKMo/s72-c/2007+04+17+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8272707405556834933</id><published>2007-04-15T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:51:23.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple satisfying things</title><content type='html'>Sun&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;Long soak in the tub&lt;br /&gt;Laughing&lt;br /&gt;Having all the right documents when you re-tax your motor&lt;br /&gt;Bagging up pennies and finding that they're all correct when exchanging for 'real' money&lt;br /&gt;Doing a job that you've put off for months (or probably years) only to find it takes no time and is really easy&lt;br /&gt;Planting seeds when you're meant to&lt;br /&gt;Daffoldils&lt;br /&gt;Snow drops&lt;br /&gt;Blue bells&lt;br /&gt;Sculptures (particularly if they've not been drawn on)&lt;br /&gt;A satisfying sleep&lt;br /&gt;Smell of freshly cut grass&lt;br /&gt;Cooking something new that actually tastes nice&lt;br /&gt;A good cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;Answering two questions in a row on University Challenge (these are particular to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8272707405556834933?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8272707405556834933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8272707405556834933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8272707405556834933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8272707405556834933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/04/simple-satisfying-things.html' title='Simple satisfying things'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5820824807200828214</id><published>2007-04-13T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:30.963Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel of the north'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob dylan'/><title type='text'>Bob, me and the Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rh_lVmAEweI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ilfwNTBV5MM/s1600-h/12-04-07_1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rh_lVmAEweI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ilfwNTBV5MM/s320/12-04-07_1937.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053009466073858530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I travelled to Newcastle Upon Tyne to see Bob Dylan. I had been incredibly fortunate to have been given a pair of tickets by someone who couldn't go (people's kindness and generousity never cesases to amaze me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig was superb - I really felt like I was watching a legend. It was great to see live music again, I haven't done that for a while. Bob played house of the rising sun as a tribute to the Animals who were natives of Newcastle. He's sold 100 million albums and is permanently on tour. He can't be doing this for the dosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newcastle itself was a bit of a treat too - a city not unlike Stoke On Trent in some ways, but it's managed to re-invent itself.  The Angel of the North greeted us when we got there. To have that vision and conviction and the courage to make something like that happen - well...(as purkul would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night - thanks to those who made it possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5820824807200828214?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5820824807200828214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5820824807200828214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5820824807200828214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5820824807200828214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/04/bob-me-and-angel.html' title='Bob, me and the Angel'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/Rh_lVmAEweI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ilfwNTBV5MM/s72-c/12-04-07_1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3770059938133404308</id><published>2007-04-10T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:18:29.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm...</title><content type='html'>Bit stuck at the mo to know what to blog about. Will get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3770059938133404308?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3770059938133404308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3770059938133404308' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3770059938133404308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3770059938133404308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/04/erm.html' title='Erm...'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-50576118391180457</id><published>2007-04-03T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:32:31.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Passion for service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RhJY1W5wWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jj0y83m9lWY/s1600-h/Satisfaction+image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RhJY1W5wWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jj0y83m9lWY/s320/Satisfaction+image.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049195805939882610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get some food yesterday and went to the supermarket. Whilst waiting in a short queue there was announcement over the tannoy which said  'We have customers with a passion for service' - it just made me smile.:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-50576118391180457?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/50576118391180457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=50576118391180457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/50576118391180457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/50576118391180457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/passion-for-service.html' title='Passion for service'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bIqfzQtmM0/RhJY1W5wWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jj0y83m9lWY/s72-c/Satisfaction+image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5642122470581289314</id><published>2007-03-28T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:31:00.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spuds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>Routing</title><content type='html'>The American saying routing like the British would say the word route (but with ing). The British call it routing in a sort of rout style with ing on the end. What ever you call it, I've been routing with my router for some hours over the last two days, my hands are shaking and my knees are weak (I am in fact All shook up - but whilst it may be love, it's more likely to be the vibration from the router).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fab - what can I say - so far made 3 boxes for the spuds only 10 more to go and I'm glad to say (as are the neighbours and him in doors) I'm getting quicker (it's an awfully noisey noise).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5642122470581289314?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5642122470581289314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5642122470581289314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5642122470581289314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5642122470581289314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/routing.html' title='Routing'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8442285608759271604</id><published>2007-03-25T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:51:48.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>Funny ol' time.</title><content type='html'>You know when you know that things aren't quite right and you know why, and you ignore it or you worry about it and try to ignore it and then eventually you can't ignore it anymore. Well, I've been through that for the past few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagging doubts, real heart pounding anxieties, sick feeling in your stomach, negative thoughts - the whole anxiety experience (sounds like a band). In fact reading this post reminds me and frankly I don't want (nor need) reminding. But what I discovered more than any other time previously is how I kept this worry going. I fed it and gave it life and made it grow. It also made me realise how anxious I had been in years gone by, I just didn't recognise it. I mastered it as a child - feeling very afraid a lot of the time and bravardo eventually won through. Could have been very different. My Mum helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I lessened the worry by being honest, with myself and others around me and that was such a relief. How powerful it is to be honest. To say what's on your mind, not in a harsh way - just in a way that is clear and straight forward. Then I started to remind myself of what's important. My Mum used to say, never lose sight of what's important, and I had. Life is simple and I was making it complicated. For the first time, I had to draw on my own resources, to pull myself back to the path that felt right. I had to try harder, to make more effort. I had often said it, but not really understood what that meant.  It has something (a lot) to do with confidence. Knowing and believing that what you say and what you do has integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (for me at least) how right Domenica is - what ever the question - love is the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I'll face harder more questioning times than I have recently - I just don't want to forget this lesson. So if I write it down I can refer to it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's that over with - going to plant some sweetpeas tomorrow - how fabulous. And I might plant some spuds if I can get the wood to make the boxes. Have spent all day thinking it was Saturday - bit of a blow, but never mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Jo Brand on Beeb 1 learning the organ - how incredible - what a woman. One of my claims to fame is that I met Jo Brand when she was performing in the Labour club in Rotherham, 17 years ago. She was just starting out, coz you don't come to Rotherham when you're BIG in showbiz. She was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8442285608759271604?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8442285608759271604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8442285608759271604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8442285608759271604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8442285608759271604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-ol-time.html' title='Funny ol&apos; time.'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8589826017222052781</id><published>2007-03-19T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:39:21.430Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather the whether is'/><title type='text'>Weather update.</title><content type='html'>Blizzard, followed by just snow, followed by bright sunshine, followed by sleet, then bit of hail, then more sun, then, snow, then THUNDER (Hello!) then sun then snow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8589826017222052781?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8589826017222052781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8589826017222052781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8589826017222052781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8589826017222052781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/weather-update.html' title='Weather update.'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-6074145334939625392</id><published>2007-03-14T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:57:18.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Would I have the courage?</title><content type='html'>Whilst lying in bed this morning listening to the radio&lt;br /&gt;a news story came on about a woman called Irena Sendlerowa. She was being honoured at the age of 97 by the Polish government for rescuing 2500 Jewish children from the Warsaw ghetto. Apparently she managed to use the Polish underground army disguised as workmen to smuggle the children out in tool bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was caught and tortuted by the Gestapo but refused to give details as to the whereabouts of the children. Eventually, she was sentenced to be executed but escaped after her guards were bribed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage it must take to do such a thing is extraordinary. When I read the blogs here, I'm struck by this too. Simon's blog about helping the chap home, such a selfless act and Alec's determination not to stand during the speech of the Chief exec despite the pressure of EVERYBODY else standing. And the way people talk about their experiences so honestly. Would I have had the courage to act alone like that or be to be so open? I would like to think I would - I hope I would - but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-6074145334939625392?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/6074145334939625392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=6074145334939625392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/6074145334939625392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/6074145334939625392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/would-i-have-courage.html' title='Would I have the courage?'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-7835525619520455261</id><published>2007-03-11T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:09:22.515Z</updated><title type='text'>What a difference 3 days make.</title><content type='html'>Last night was the last night of the production of a play at a local high school - nothing much to blog about perhaps. But there hasn't been one in the last 7 years. So, for 3 nights after 5 months of organising and rehearsing it all came together. There were 11 musicians and over 50 actors (including the choir) in one way or another a fifth of the school were involved. It happened because of one persons drive, which quickly became two peoples' determination and from there it was never in doubt. Amazing how this can happen. It was a lesson in how to build young people's confidence and aspirations. Here's to you all - last night was a triumph! Thanks for the invite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-7835525619520455261?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/7835525619520455261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=7835525619520455261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7835525619520455261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7835525619520455261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-difference-3-days-make.html' title='What a difference 3 days make.'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-2606860045101358215</id><published>2007-03-06T09:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:37:52.276Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arundhati Roy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>Words.</title><content type='html'>This is from a speech by Arundhati Roy. When I lose my way a little, I read this and it helps me a great deal. It reminds me to concentrate on what I think are the important things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love. To be loved. &lt;br /&gt;To never forget your own insignificance. &lt;br /&gt;To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. &lt;br /&gt;To seek joy in the saddest places. &lt;br /&gt;To pursue beauty to its lair. &lt;br /&gt;To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. &lt;br /&gt;To respect strength, never power. &lt;br /&gt;Above all, to watch. &lt;br /&gt;To try and understand. &lt;br /&gt;To never look away. &lt;br /&gt;And never, never, to forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-2606860045101358215?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/2606860045101358215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=2606860045101358215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2606860045101358215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2606860045101358215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/words.html' title='Words.'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-510378339712760869</id><published>2007-03-06T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:07:13.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Not a lot of people know that!</title><content type='html'>Did you know that the National Archives of Wales in Aberystwyth has 118 miles of shelves? And on average a runner (i.e collector of requested archive material) walks 7 miles per day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-510378339712760869?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/510378339712760869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=510378339712760869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/510378339712760869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/510378339712760869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-lot-of-people-know-that.html' title='Not a lot of people know that!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-351654408188739817</id><published>2007-02-27T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:03:20.472Z</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday my pond was boiling!</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd try an attention grabbing headline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't actually boiling and it wasn't actually yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Sunday there were literally 10s of frogs doing 'what frogs do' at this time of year (I'm really not sure what they do); all at the same time in our pond. Their combined action was creating tidal waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half a dozen or so cats that congregate in our garden sat mesmerized for hours watching the spectacle. I'm very glad to say that no frog (as far as I could tell) was injured during the show (by a cat I mean). I wanted to take a picture of it, but when we got close they all stopped and when we turned our back they started again. Like something from the 'blue lagoon' I would imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frogs are great because they eat slugs - except ours don't. We have many many frogs that live in the garden and frankly none of them earn their keep. So...here's hoping for the coming year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-351654408188739817?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/351654408188739817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=351654408188739817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/351654408188739817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/351654408188739817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-my-pond-was-boiling.html' title='Yesterday my pond was boiling!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-851164084416955566</id><published>2007-02-26T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:31:26.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Spelling!</title><content type='html'>Why does my spelling and grammer go out the window whn I blog. See! Look at when. :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-851164084416955566?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/851164084416955566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=851164084416955566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/851164084416955566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/851164084416955566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/02/spelling.html' title='Spelling!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5544698764854131148</id><published>2007-02-23T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T10:36:53.047Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>How incredible is this! All these people brought togther for all sorts of different reasons, helping, supporting, encouraging, listening and caring about each other -I'm just having a WOW! moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone - sincerely; without YOU this would NOT be hapening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right - off to get something to cook with! Pancackes tonight, I'm a wee bit behind on the week and feel I can't give something up before I've over-indulged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5544698764854131148?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5544698764854131148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5544698764854131148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5544698764854131148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5544698764854131148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-1479277569919354524</id><published>2007-02-13T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:18:47.784Z</updated><title type='text'>Believe in the power of one!</title><content type='html'>Someone special said this to me today - what an empowering idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-1479277569919354524?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/1479277569919354524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=1479277569919354524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1479277569919354524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1479277569919354524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/02/believe-in-power-of-one.html' title='Believe in the power of one!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5386495791502651597</id><published>2007-02-13T10:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:04:40.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Propolis</title><content type='html'>Propolis is a red sticky substance collected by bees from the bark of trees. Bees use it to stick their hives together. It's called propolis because the beekeeper has to crack it before she can check the hive and I believe comes from the word pro (as in before) and polis (as in metropolis - city_) so before the city. Propolis (along with many other bee products) has anti-bacterial qualities. It used to be used, along with honey to clean burns and cuts. Apparently, you can buy honey soaked bandages, but I'd rather have it on toast - the honey I mean, not the bandage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...just felt like mentioning this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5386495791502651597?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5386495791502651597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5386495791502651597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5386495791502651597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5386495791502651597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/02/propolis.html' title='Propolis'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3949093497640019643</id><published>2007-02-08T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:41:02.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>Let it snow!</title><content type='html'>I love snow. I make a point of going out in the snow and walking miles. I did it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow always brings back such fond memories. When I was a child we lived opposite our Junior school playing fields which had a hill on it. My best friend and I used to spend hours sliding down the snowy hill. We would make the perfect sledge run and use thick plastic bags to slide down. You couldn't even stand at the top of the hill because we'd made it sheer ice. And it snowed every year - I'm sure it did. We would come in frozen and soaking wet.  I remember that gloves were  always in short supply so we would wear socks on our hands. And we would make huge snow balls - I mean 4 or 5 feet - my brother would sometimes help, because they became too heavy to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we got kicked off the playing fields (why on earth is was such an issue I could never understand!) we'd sledge down the middle of the road. One would act as look out for cars and shout a warning if one came. Because you were heading head first down the road, the noise made it difficult to hear and I remember turning to see two headlights no more than two feet from my heals - can't imagine how we were allowed to do this. But no-one ever got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was utter bliss and all I could think about as I made my 6 or so mile round trip from home to work, through Stoke and back home again today in the snow. Loads of kids were going sledging, but perfect sledging has to be done when it gets dark, so the orange glow of the street lights reflects on the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3949093497640019643?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3949093497640019643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3949093497640019643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3949093497640019643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3949093497640019643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3694633537747151549</id><published>2007-02-03T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:54:56.360Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Bloggling'/><title type='text'>Is 'outage' a real word.</title><content type='html'>I suppose outage is a real word if someone uses it and other people grap it and use it too. That's how stuff and ideas come into being isn't it? It infiltrates your world and before you know it, you can't imagine what it was like without it. I'm rambling a bit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to say was, what a beautiful day it's been. It could have been May rather than February. I was busy all day (in between playing my guitar) - the back door was open and the sun poured through. I bobbed about in the back garden, mending fence panels, doing other stuff (sure I did more than just that) - but anyway what a brilliant day. I felt utterly content all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I checked outage - it seems it is a real word, although Microsoft word couldn't furnish me with a definition - mmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3694633537747151549?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3694633537747151549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3694633537747151549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3694633537747151549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3694633537747151549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-outage-real-word.html' title='Is &apos;outage&apos; a real word.'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8707609175685650547</id><published>2007-01-26T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:27:22.404Z</updated><title type='text'>Book learning.</title><content type='html'>I'm really lucky to work as a notetaker at a university. This means that I learn about loads of different subjects, but never have to revise for an exam - although I do sit them with the students and scribe for them. So far, I've taken notes for most a of a law degree - which has been quite fascinating and dare I say, quite useful at times. I've taken notes on advice work and social policy and even sat through films taking notes - brill or what. But on Thursday, it was ethics - which is really philosophy - blimey! Sure does make you think - it made me think how little I do think - so got to do more of that. I also sat through a forensic science lecture based on the different types of drugs and their effects. That made me think too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8707609175685650547?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8707609175685650547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8707609175685650547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8707609175685650547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8707609175685650547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/01/book-learning.html' title='Book learning.'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-7842065749344363735</id><published>2007-01-21T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:41:19.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Best gigs in the world ever part 1...</title><content type='html'>Following on from Blueshawk's blog. One of the best bands I ever went to see was Fairground Attraction. It must have been in 1989 and it was at the Leadmill in Sheffield (which I think is still going). Eddie Reader was the lead singer of the band and I thought her voice was amazing (still do!). I remember it so well, because I went with my friends from school and wasn't actually old enough to be there. It was all a bit of an adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sam Brown at the Stage (now Sugarmill) in Hanley. She was incredible too - the energy of the woman. She stood on top of her Fender Rhodes piano and jumped onto the floor of the auditorium! Must have been 8 ft drop and she's just a wee thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see INXS at the NEC - I wasnt a big fan but my best friend was a huge fan. We were really near the front and Michael Hutchins threw some dog tags he was wearing into the audience. They hit a poor woman, who was standig virtually next to me, on the head. She was completely oblivious to what had happened on stage. Suddenly 300 people (OK, maybe I'm exaggerating) dived on her to retrieve the reward. A minute or two later, after it was claimed by the quickest of the pack, the woman stumbled to her feet thoroughly bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best gigs are the ones at smaller venues. When it's a stadium gig it all feels a bit unreal- even if you're near the front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigs that I would most loved to have been at but wasn't -  Live Aid and Nelson Mandela's Birthday bash at Wembley Stadium. I did go to the Wembley gig after he was released and heard him speak. There are loads of mixed views about live Aid - but I believed in it and it made me think beyond my own shores at 13 years of age - surely that's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sparking those memories T - I was in a school on Friday and the music teacher had quote on her classroom door - it read - 'without music...life would be a journey through a desert'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-7842065749344363735?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/7842065749344363735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=7842065749344363735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7842065749344363735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/7842065749344363735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-gigs-in-world-ever-part-1.html' title='Best gigs in the world ever part 1...'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-1945064613465455376</id><published>2007-01-17T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:58:08.086Z</updated><title type='text'>The green eyed monster!</title><content type='html'>Jealousy is a terrible thing and I admit I am jealous. I want to have the moon waining on my blog like Blueshawk's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a kindly person be able tell me how it's done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-1945064613465455376?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/1945064613465455376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=1945064613465455376' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1945064613465455376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1945064613465455376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/01/green-eyed-monster.html' title='The green eyed monster!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5723926414955607117</id><published>2007-01-12T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:04:32.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ya!</title><content type='html'>It's my oldest (or is it eldest) brother's birthday. He isn't one for celebrating 'things like that' as he would say - but here's to you - may there be many, many more. I owe a great deal to my brother, he was the one who looked after me and my sister when we were young and was probably the biggest influence in my life as I was growig up. I love him dearly and remember thinking that he was the coolest person in the world. He used to play the guitar to us (in fact he still does) and taught us all the Beatles songs. I was in to Lennon and McCartney when everyone else at school was in to Spandau Ballet and Duran Duran. I'm not sure what I would have done without him. I feel honoured and proud that he's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday SRB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5723926414955607117?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5723926414955607117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5723926414955607117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5723926414955607117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5723926414955607117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-to-ya.html' title='Happy Birthday to ya!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-9217272447096367917</id><published>2007-01-07T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:06:22.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>I feel full of optimism at the moment. I am generally quite optimistic anyway. Sometimes, I am hopelessly optimistic about things. It can be a good thing, but it can cause chaos, particularly to those around me. For example, I can underestimate how long things will take to complete, I sometimes leave home without directions to places I need to visit, I generally think everything will be OK and sometimes it isn't and I know this can be difficult for the ones I care deeply about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the way I look at it is, there's no point being pesimistic, or at least overly pesimistic and I know the realists will be saying, you ought to be realistic, and maybe they're are right (but I don't actually think they are, I'm just being polite). Some people have said that I delude myself  a bit by being optimistic, again, perhaps they're right, but then you must delude yourself a bit by being pesimistic too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you imagine the outcome is going to be negative then you won't even try and maybe that's exactly the right decision, I'm not suggesting being foolish or reckless. But, most everday decisions aren't that significant and if you can imagine the outcome being positive then you're more likely to have a bash. It might be OK, then if it is, great and if it isn't try something else. I know this doesn't work for all aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to be more sensible. I arrive on time more often than not, I take a map with me and I think that things will take as long as they take - except for slow cooking pots, which take forever - how do they manage to cook things so slowly! And isn't really worth the energy it comsumed. But I did think when I put it on that it would be quicker and taste better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-9217272447096367917?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/9217272447096367917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=9217272447096367917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/9217272447096367917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/9217272447096367917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/01/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3027389052762042515</id><published>2007-01-01T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T12:07:24.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>To all the Mind Blogglers - and everyone else - happy New Year! Hope 2007 is a good year for you! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3027389052762042515?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3027389052762042515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3027389052762042515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3027389052762042515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3027389052762042515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8589352421784542621</id><published>2006-12-26T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:50:16.350Z</updated><title type='text'>I think it's working!</title><content type='html'>This is working isn't it! The sincere goodwill, care, support and sense of community from the mind blogglers, particularly during Christmas, I have found quite overwhelming. Great idea to do a Christmas blog Purkul and to you T, who thought of the whole thing in the first place - Inspired! Can you imagine...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8589352421784542621?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8589352421784542621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8589352421784542621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8589352421784542621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8589352421784542621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-its-working.html' title='I think it&apos;s working!'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-4032192567792635545</id><published>2006-12-25T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:56:57.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Yultide Blog</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas. I always have. I know for many it's not a good time of year and I hope that for those the day has been OK. For me, it's the quietest most peaceful day of the year, in every sense of the word.  I like the feeling that for one day, almost everything stops. It's like a pause for breath. For me the day is about the people I Iove, scattered here and there. It's also about remembering and looking forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to go all sentimental on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-4032192567792635545?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/4032192567792635545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=4032192567792635545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4032192567792635545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4032192567792635545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/12/yultide-blog.html' title='Yultide Blog'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-4156589067311886717</id><published>2006-12-22T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:52:45.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Booked</title><content type='html'>I find reading books really draining. I started to read out loud which makes it easier, for me at least, but is quite irritating for anyone listening (I know, coz they tell me, I do only do this at home). Some people look astounded when you tell them that you've only read a handful of books and I do feel embarrassed by it. I would like to have read more, I feel I ought to have read more. But I also think that as with most things in life, there are certain things which come more easily to you than others, and for me, reading books isn't one of them. So this blog is for anyone who struggles with reading books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read other stuff and I do - I read lots of blogs - I even read bits of the newspaper occasionally and I read manuals (if I absolutely have to), but anything more than a few pages is like climbing a steep hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-4156589067311886717?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/4156589067311886717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=4156589067311886717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4156589067311886717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4156589067311886717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/12/booked.html' title='Booked'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-2557870851817688385</id><published>2006-12-18T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:06:06.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>Bagdad Burning is serialised on Radio 4 at 7.45 each week night this week. It's the blog of a 24 year old Iraqi woman, writing at the outset of the conflict in Iraq. Absolutely compelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-2557870851817688385?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/2557870851817688385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=2557870851817688385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2557870851817688385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/2557870851817688385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5291551885473193858</id><published>2006-12-13T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:21:11.779Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>I can't 'do' shopping, especially for clothes. I would like to be able to, for obvious reasons (warmth for a start)  but I'm utterly rubbish at it. And I know clothes don't really matter and it's not about what you wear it's who you are and stuff like that, I do know honest, but occassionally, it kinda bothers me a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, a friend helped me and we shopped together. She was patient and kind and gave sound advice and I'm very grateful to her. So thank you, it meant a great deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5291551885473193858?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5291551885473193858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5291551885473193858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5291551885473193858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5291551885473193858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/12/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-5107303493588476550</id><published>2006-12-11T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:44:47.464Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><title type='text'>Blogstipation</title><content type='html'>Oh my - I've caught blogstipation from Chris164. I was bloggling along, quite happily and then suddenly I couldn't think what to write. I know why, well, at least I think I know why. I'm fed up with myself for losing my allotment. I've not been attending to it as I should and eventually they got fed up with me and kicked me off. I've been there for 7 years and loved it, but really just didn't have the time to go and make the most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm bit fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's made me more realistic about time and grateful that I've got a garden. Look at what I've got rather than what I've lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-5107303493588476550?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/5107303493588476550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=5107303493588476550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5107303493588476550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/5107303493588476550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogstipation.html' title='Blogstipation'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-1873756822678579350</id><published>2006-12-03T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:05:08.789Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotherham United'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aberystwyth'/><title type='text'>Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>I've been looking around for presents for my nephews and as one is a devoted Rotherham United fan I wanted to get him something to remind him of his club when he moves away (which he will be soon). I grew up in Rotherham and whilst it is often the butt (is it double t?) of many a cruel jokes it's always been a place that felt most like home. Maybe that's true where ever you grow up, but it's certainly true for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bit of goggling to try and find RUFC homepage and came across Wikiepdia's entry for Rotherham United. Apparently not only are the Chuckle Brothers Rotherham United fans (which I confess I already knew) but so are the band Orson!?! Can't imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me on to something else - I was listening to the radio the other night and Tim Finn (ex-crowded House) said that his favourite place to play in Britain was Aberystwyth. I thought it was a great choice and sort of share the idea that it probably could be the best place in Britain to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-1873756822678579350?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/1873756822678579350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=1873756822678579350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1873756822678579350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/1873756822678579350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/12/wikipedia.html' title='Wikipedia'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-4453518927779654287</id><published>2006-11-29T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:48:18.767Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curry'/><title type='text'>recipe</title><content type='html'>Everyone has been blogging about favourite recipes and this is one of mine - it's a really easy, very mild curry and I reckon it's pretty low in fat, because it's yoghurt based. It's a veggie version, but you can probably include chicken if you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spinich (half a bag)&lt;br /&gt;potatoes (a couple)&lt;br /&gt;Onion&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Yoghurt (250g)&lt;br /&gt;creamed coconut (50g)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon of all the following:&lt;br /&gt;Chili powder&lt;br /&gt;Ginger&lt;br /&gt;Garlic pulp&lt;br /&gt;1.5 teaspoons of Garam Masala&lt;br /&gt;quater of teaspoon of tumeric&lt;br /&gt;Grind a few black peppercorns and a few mustard seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisk together the Yoghurt, coconut, garam masala, chili, ginger, tumeric, peppercorn and mustard seeds.&lt;br /&gt;Fry the onion and pepper, add the potatoes and spinich (you can pre-cook the veg a bit if you're in a hurry) and then the yoghurt mixture. Cook until the veg is soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes great with Naan and rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-4453518927779654287?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/4453518927779654287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=4453518927779654287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4453518927779654287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/4453518927779654287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/recipe.html' title='recipe'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-8136580433947661250</id><published>2006-11-26T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:16:54.241Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chordie.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>Madge</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting listening to Madonna whose doing what she does on the telly behind me. When I do turn round it looks to be a pretty amazing show - the dancers are SO good. ACW is playing his mandolin along to  'i've heard it all before', it kinda works - maybe we should suggest it to Madge! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just came back from watching 'this is seb clarke' and 'the bees' at the Sugarmill - they were good - fantastic energy. And last night we did a gig at Marston Montgomery, in an old addison hut style village hall. Everyone danced and it was great to watch. And today, I've been scouring Chordie.com (highly recommended) for my fave tunes to play on the guitar. I'm not at all good at playing anything, but I get so much enjoyment from playng music with other people - there is a connection - you forget yourself and nothing seems to matter for those moments - it's like a spell. Sometimes it doesn't happen - but when it does...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-8136580433947661250?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/8136580433947661250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=8136580433947661250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8136580433947661250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/8136580433947661250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/madge.html' title='Madge'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-3456533109812443710</id><published>2006-11-23T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:18:15.428Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodwork'/><title type='text'>William Morris</title><content type='html'>We were talking about what's important in life. It was sparked by Nat's blog saying that the best things in life really were free and I think they are too. William Morris said that we need something for our head and something for our heart, something to keep our mind ticking over and something we can create, stand back and admire. The sense of achievement I get from making something, even with my bodger attitude towards creating things is enormous in comparison to the momentary satisfaction from buying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a strange couple of weeks - few ups and a few downs. I'm aiming for the 2nd week in December in the hope that life will be less of a rush by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-3456533109812443710?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/3456533109812443710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=3456533109812443710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3456533109812443710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/3456533109812443710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/william-morris.html' title='William Morris'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116410735867771238</id><published>2006-11-21T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:09:19.586Z</updated><title type='text'>On my bike</title><content type='html'>Back cycling in to work. I'm trying to convince myself that I missed it and I think I have. Although, by the time I get home I feel pretty tired. I know it does me good, clears my head and gives me the opportunity to reflect on the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent at the Hope Centre in Hanley celebrating Mind's 30th Birthday. It was a great day. There were so many things going on, I would love to have had more time to be able to have a go at everything. I did get a chance to play some African drums though, courtesy of David from Stoke. He was very patient, and by the end it was all coming together producing some slick rhythms - my hands were complaining though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116410735867771238?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116410735867771238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116410735867771238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116410735867771238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116410735867771238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-my-bike.html' title='On my bike'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116367957360510659</id><published>2006-11-16T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:19:33.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights...</title><content type='html'>Really struggled to get to sleep last night. I'm not sure why, maybe it was the French cheese I bought from the continental market in Hanley on Friday (which was delicious). I felt restless, not in a bad frustrated way, but just wanted to get on with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wondered what other people do to relax or to get to sleep and thought perhaps we could start a tips bit on the home page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you be prepared to share the things that work for you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week we could change the list on the home page and archive the rest so you can still access it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top anything would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top feel good tune&lt;br /&gt;Top feel good film&lt;br /&gt;Memorable experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideas most welcome.&lt;/strong&gt; :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116367957360510659?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116367957360510659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116367957360510659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116367957360510659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116367957360510659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless nights...'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116334337635951809</id><published>2006-11-12T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:35:01.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought....</title><content type='html'>The title summed up the day. The food for thought conference at the Kings Hall in Stoke on Trent was an excellent example of just what can be achieved if you're prepared to be bold. It was an ambitious programme filled with speakers who are leaders in their field. The big theme was how important diet is to your mental health and how much we can do to take better care of our mental well being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions included half filling a jar with flax seeds, then topping the rest up with sunflower, sesame and pumpkin seeds. Keep it in the fridge and each morning grind a handful and add it to your cereal - ideally an oat based cereal. Easy - so I've been out and spent £1 on a big bag of mixed seeds and that's what I'm going to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of other foody ideas too, which we're hoping to include some of on the web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…and the buffet appropriately consisted of the most delicious collection of culinary delights I’ve ever encountered at a conference and of course, it was all healthy and great for your mental well being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to the magmh team, they deserve rich praise for having the courage to make it happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116334337635951809?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116334337635951809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116334337635951809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116334337635951809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116334337635951809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought....'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116288771650513047</id><published>2006-11-07T08:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:21:56.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting love...</title><content type='html'>Jamie Cullan's version of Everlasting Love has been buzzing in my head all day. I'm hoping that by writing it down, it will some how leave. I do hope however it doesn't prove contagious for anyone reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116288771650513047?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116288771650513047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116288771650513047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116288771650513047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116288771650513047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/everlasting-love.html' title='Everlasting love...'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116272658206847514</id><published>2006-11-05T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:36:22.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Mouse guards</title><content type='html'>I had to go and put the mouse guards on the hives yesterday. It's a little late really, you're supposed to do it before the first frost. They are literally guards against mice moving in to snuggle up with the bees for the winter. They don't bother the bees and rather surprisingly the bees don't bother them, but the mice nibble the stores and the wax so... Anyway there's a shed on the site and I'm fairly sure they'll find that and go and live in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bees were pretty grumpy too and I got stung on the knee. We have to remove the entrance blocks first, which always annoys the bees. These are used late in the season to narrow the entrance of the hives so that the guard bees can defend the colony from robbing by neighbouring colonies and wasps. But in the winter they need ventilation so they are removed and the mouse guards are put in their place. Apparently a mouse can squeeze in to a hole that is just over 1 cm wide!!! There heads are wider than they are tall and they can sort of flatten themselves to squeeze into the gap. Anyway...better get on - my list beckons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature was looking a bit defeated by the frost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116272658206847514?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116272658206847514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116272658206847514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116272658206847514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116272658206847514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/mouse-guards.html' title='Mouse guards'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116259353681872966</id><published>2006-11-03T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:38:56.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Egg, chips and beans</title><content type='html'>You cannot beat Egg, Chips and beans paricularly if the chips are 'home made'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sort of summed up my day. My favourite meal with friends who I don't see often enough and miss a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is nearly full and the temperature is just above freezing. I love clear days and cold nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116259353681872966?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116259353681872966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116259353681872966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116259353681872966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116259353681872966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/11/egg-chips-and-beans.html' title='Egg, chips and beans'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116215323576301240</id><published>2006-10-29T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:20:35.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Ebay....</title><content type='html'>I was out bid on a hob on Ebay - it was identical to our currently dead one. It would have been ideal. I was the only bidder right up until the last 10 minutes.Final sale price was £11.23. I was outbid whilst washing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the tale - don't wash dishes. Back using the camping stove and running low on gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list - well - I scrubbed the kitchen floor, which wasn't on the list but should have been, so I'm counting that as one I can cross off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116215323576301240?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116215323576301240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116215323576301240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116215323576301240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116215323576301240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/10/ebay.html' title='Ebay....'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116206799067093433</id><published>2006-10-28T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:39:50.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>Made a list of things to do today. It's a long list, including things I've been avoiding for years. The plan is to tick one off each day. Since the telly arrived back in our lives (it was broken for some weeks, along with the hob - which is still broken) I've done far too much sitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116206799067093433?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116206799067093433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116206799067093433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116206799067093433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116206799067093433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-116194095438413199</id><published>2006-10-27T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:22:34.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carz and girlZ</title><content type='html'>Helped a friend with her car in the very pouring rain on Wednesday - the weather could have been worse, but not by much. I loved the adventure of it all. Trying to start it, trying to diagnose the fault, pushing it (forwards and backwards - neither did any good), summoning a willing passer-by to help, giving it an electric shock with some plugs (the worst thing we could have done according to the AA man - don't try it at home, or outside for that matter), eventually having to admit that really neither of us had very much of a clue and having exhausted all the words we had ever heard a mechanic say - we left it to the professionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less  - soaked to the skin and by now quite chilled we satisfied ourselves with the two mint humbugs I found in the glove compartment of my car and giggled all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories like that make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-116194095438413199?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/116194095438413199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=116194095438413199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116194095438413199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/116194095438413199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/10/carz-and-girlz.html' title='Carz and girlZ'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243204.post-115954090727256485</id><published>2006-09-29T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:41:47.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the stars</title><content type='html'>How brilliant that all the people of Reykjavik managed to see the stars last night. Everyone turned their lights off for 30 minutes whilst an astronomer gave a guide to the stars. I'd loved to have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise - working on the project. It's been an  exciting week. The difference is so marked. Went to a superb seminar on new media by the media trust. Paul Caplan talked very enthusiastically for over 2 hours about everything to do with blogging. Getting a much better grasp of how it's all going to work and we're planning to start a wiki for the steering group log on to. There are literally a million things to do at once and it's about where to begin. Paul mentioned a book 'the naked conversation' I think I ought to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35243204-115954090727256485?l=etcb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/feeds/115954090727256485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35243204&amp;postID=115954090727256485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/115954090727256485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35243204/posts/default/115954090727256485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcb.blogspot.com/2006/09/seeing-stars.html' title='Seeing the stars'/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
