<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-07-24_12.50/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2fsheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Sheena Was Here</title><description>Sunshine..Only Sunshine ......</description><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 23:40:52 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 23:40:52 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><live:identity><live:id>-6763288086617926642</live:id><live:alias>sheenaingrid0308</live:alias></live:identity><image><title>Sheena Was Here</title><url>http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pQz-D208O0ksLQMgP2b5RjfMdQprgz-_wnRg2YbDK8wz7wt_zLsw8JsYr-zmtA3cj</url><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/</link></image><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>ADDENDUM.....(or PS if you like)..................</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5821.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Hello there, just an update to let you know I'm still alive and kicking...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;I'm still fighting Pandora ....I think the old girl's trying very hard to stop me penning this ...erm..missive?...It seems while something's going on in the background she slows  ...a go &lt;em&gt;slow &lt;/em&gt;I suppose?....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;A bit like life at the moment.....nothing's changed..insomuch as where we all are....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Sasha's playing int' garden, in the sunshine.....with Mike.....I'm sitting here typing..(trying my best)....The house is floundering in a &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt; selling housing market.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLOW&lt;/em&gt; see?..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;That seems to be the word for the moment...I suppose sometimes....slow is best?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Take things slowly...Mind you ...if I slow down any more I'll grind to a halt...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;u&gt;COUNTING TIME &lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;In this age of saving precious time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;for what?, for where?, for whom?.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;of hoarding each second like gold dust..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;as if every lost minute spells doom...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;hurrying all the while, w&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e move so fast,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;not counting the cost to our souls... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;racing from A to B...as if driven at speed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;to our life's end, finally facing our lost goals&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Was it worth it?..the hoarding, the saving..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;as if life's a game or a lottery to end soon?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;why not slow down, take time, look around you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;take stock of who you are, where you really belong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;for without knowing yourself, you have no answers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;at 'Game Over', it's too late ...your time has gone...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Gautami size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright.....©.....................SIW.... MMVIII.........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Gautami size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+ADDENDUM.....(or+PS+if+you+like)..................&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Poems</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5821.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5821.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 11:16:08 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>29</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5821/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5821.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-07-21T11:16:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>A Totem Goodbye................</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5696.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Now......I/we had a Eucalyptus tree.....It flourished in our garden in the past....it reached for the skies....it was....pollarded..(I think that's the term they used...)   It has since died a death... Leaving the totem...Which the man has been to view and is returning int' future to remove... leaving a stump....Probably to be used as a seat maybe?...Now....be that as it may...I wonder?...do I take heart that it'll be used for something for  erm  ... bottoms to rest upon?...Maybe.....but it's such a shame...It won't be either of our bottoms...but some unknown persons who will purchase this house int' future...That's a fact now...the future is changing...just like the poor Eucalyptus....&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Maybe my life is tied in with it?...It seemed once it's branches were curtailed from trying to reach the skies, I searched for a way to do the same myself, in a way took it's place maybe?... 'cos I've been looking back at my blogs...some dark, some a lighter shade of dark, some a darker shade of light...and come to the happy conclusion I don't really know that person any more....The time of pain is over...I have a future to look forward to...I have hope...I have a dream...and if it comes true...well....I will truly fly... Of course it'll be somewhere different , somewhere giving a chance of a new life...and if I don't reach for it....it'll be my fault and my fault alone...Life is what you make of it...So, make dreams come true why don't I?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Now......this truly is goodbye...the house is being prettied up for selling...Mike and I are going our separate ways...then the skies the limit as they say... I have loved my time on Spaces, truly enjoyed the to-ing and fro-ing to your sites, it filled a 'space' (pardon the pun)..in my life over the past one and a half years...and I found solace with my friends on here... &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Good luck to you all for the future... Happy Blogging.........................Sheena...................xx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+A+Totem+Goodbye................&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>My Musings........</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5696.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5696.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 15:17:07 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>39</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5696/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5696.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-04-03T15:24:33Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>The Full Stop...................</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5666.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=4&gt;&lt;em&gt;......................&lt;font size=5&gt;my trademark.........full stops ...a whole line sometimes...or maybe just 3?...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;I do so love the descriptive way it fills a space....It means a 'joining up' to me......no gaps between words,.........no pauses....no way you can ignore the full stop or a line of them...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;A full stop. Suddenly that's it...the end...slap bang wallop...there's nowhere else to go, no more words, the dialogue has ended abruptly...You've finished the story, the poem,  or just the letter you're reading...The main point is that you've finished.  THE END.... There is no flow....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;I suppose that's what I want from life...a flowing...a connection...no saying goodbye...just Au Revoir...There are far too many painful goodbyes you have to go through in this life...The line of full stops softens the parting ....don't you think?......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;Then again maybe it's just me........being  ....me?..................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;This is it...I have made decisions which affect life as I know/knew it...and the small circle of people around me...so...a few friends have decided to leave me to it...others still want to know I'm ok...I can only thank you who are still calling round to leave comments, and say thank you for caring...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;Sasha is fine... insomuch as her arthritis will let her get on with her life... Mike is reeling from the results of my actions....and I?... Reality has come crashing through my turret window &amp;amp; I'm just trying to sort out my thoughts...always my thoughts...Circling... This is my life...and I mean to live it from now on...not just exist...Maybe that's selfish... I have no way of knowing, I am just being me..........&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size=5&gt;Bye, and take care..................Sheena.................xx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+The+Full+Stop...................&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>My Musings........</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5666.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5666.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 10:40:03 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>18</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5666/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5666.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-30T10:44:44Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Do you Ever?.........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5554.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;do you ever think&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;who you really are and question of yourself why...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;why did &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; get the chance to live my life, then die...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;life is so short, with happiness there for the taking...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;are you the one holding back with realisation waking?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;of love, life &amp;amp; reasons why your path went so wrong...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;asking if I take a detour, will I be safe  &amp;amp; where I belong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;as time waits for no man or woman, yet why be it so&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;that you only get one chance at this life,  do you just let go....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;let go any thought of the why's, the wherefore's and the fears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;this life is a gift, don't ever waste it looking back weeping tears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;of anguish for what you've missed, you're at the helm, you can try&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;to reach for the stars, a heartbeat away, go on I beg of you,  just fly..........&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;copyright......................©............SIW............MMVIII&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size=5&gt;Bye For Now...............................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Do+you+Ever%3f.........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Poems</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5554.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5554.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 10:40:04 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>48</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5554/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5554.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-01T18:21:07Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Collecting Another Scar........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5495.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;'Tis a strange day...Early this morning...whilst listening to prose spoken by a very sexy voice to take my mind off the forthcoming event, there was apparently an Earthquake...(5.3 on the Richter scale)  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Sasha kicked me whilst waking abruptly from sleep....&amp;amp; I thought the next door neighbour was doing her usual early morning thumping &amp;amp; banging...but no....wasn't repeated so....So, back to listening ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;This morning, woken by the alarm,  I faced the day of the operation...small though it be...it weighed large on my mind...So, ready for the off, (after receiving texts from Our Sarah &amp;amp; Mags...Mwahs to you both...kept my mind occupied doing t'texts ...sorry for the blank one Mags!!)... Face on &amp;amp; dressed for the kill...I know , an unfortunate choice of words...but meaningful to my state of mind...Caught the germ carrier to reach the surgery for the 11.00 o'clock appointment  ... arriving at about 10.40am I found I wasn't just 20 mins early...apparently the appointment was for 11.20am...So, on being asked whether I wanted to call back or not...my mind flickered &amp;amp; I had a quick momentary thought of scarpering...but sense prevailed &amp;amp; I said 'No, I'd better stay...thanks'. ...Which turned out to be the best option...The Doctor came into the waiting room called out my name &amp;amp; wanted a quick look before the OP...So, lying ont' couch...he checked the left upper leg/cheek area &amp;amp; pronounced a cyst ...or so he thought...&amp;amp; then off I tried to go, to escape back to the waiting room... to which he said &amp;quot;This way,'&amp;quot;pointing to another door &amp;quot;we'll do it in here right now,  as my next appointment hasn't turned up.'&amp;quot;Wow... lucky me eh?....Gulp.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;So,  after signing a consent form...I lay on my front on the couch...talking when spoken to whilst laying my head on the pillow,  I just closed my eyes &amp;amp; floated....Strange really...He left me to find the practice nurse, but she was off sick...so the Head of the practice came in to cover &amp;amp; away we...erm.went?....Joking all the way...It was amazing...The anesthetic was the worst thing...the needle...but after that... I just chatted about the recent earthquake...the need for lipo-suction &amp;amp; could he do it at the same time?... In answer to which he patted my bum &amp;amp; said I didn't need any....so me smiling, suitably cheered by a male voice saying...you're thin enough... Blimey...thin?.. moi`?... That Doctor is now my Hero!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Right...to get back to the reason for being there...He cut it out &amp;amp; end of story hopefully...He then asked if I wanted  to see it before he placed it in the specimen bottle for analysis...&amp;amp; I faltered a bit...seeing stars...but steadied &amp;amp; thought why not?...So I did....&amp;amp; I didn't faint at all...I had a momentary thought that I should've had my camera handy...but no...Too much info eh?  It actually seems there's a limit to what I'll take a photo of...wonders will never cease.. &lt;br&gt;So, maybe watching Holby, Casualty &amp;amp; CSI have done the trick?...I'm maybe cured of my dicky stomach turning over at the sight of anything faintly  erm...off!!..... Stitched up (he mentioned cross stitch)...covered with a dressing &amp;amp; tape, then warned that I'll have trouble sitting down...&amp;quot;I hardly do&amp;quot;  I said..Lying through my teeth...I was allowed to stand...&amp;amp; was offered the instruments he'd used to take home. Apparently everything is thrown away, &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; that's used, metal instruments, the lot....What a flipping waste, they seemed so mad about it...but it's the rules &amp;amp; they have to follow procedure... A throwaway Society an' no mistake...Proof is in this photo&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hcXjGfsCZ4CL2ln02tkUkYQraAGM9LUVLNAL_eCQ0769beJTmIX5uhIKHchvQfxOKnoQ8KVS8mZA2UaWa4c4LVx?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px none" alt="Tools of the Trade..." src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hfijWp0ItwPYF-mlMbZJg9NTSVCI-2D2LtLYKsm-E6Vou9YfeJhGeI7NUrGZPz6E2yq5UesnyNFlhhiFqi91xCU?PARTNER=WRITER" border=0 height=184 width=244&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Criminal Waste I call it.....What price recycling to help the planet?..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Anyway...I had an adventure today...all on my own, I did it, me , Sheena, the worlds worst patient...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Stitches out next Friday...*&amp;amp; the results a week after that...Isn't life grand eh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Oh &amp;amp; it's flipping uncomfortable sitting here...Maybe I'll just wander about a bit, the anesthetics wearing off!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Bye For Now.............&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Collecting+Another+Scar........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Health and wellness</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5495.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5495.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 15:02:41 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>19</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5495/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5495.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-27T16:25:25Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Cutting Memories.........................</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5444.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;There's a scent that lingers, from long ago...I try to grasp at it without much success...My Nan used to send me out to the shops for it...Evening In Paris, I think it was called...I try my best to recall what it was like...but it's faded...along with my memories of her face...I have a black and white photo of her  somewhere which doesn't do her justice, but in my mind it's the 'feeling' of her I miss rather than the actual sight of her, if you know what I mean...She was My Nan, I spent so much of my childhood time with her...When she was mobile, she took me to church, on visits to relatives, in fact I suppose you could say, I was her constant companion ...In this way I think I was an 'old' child...spending most of my free time, up to the age of about 12-13, with older people... taught to speak only when spoken to...Nothing difficult there, I was a shy child...but 'thought' a lot, serious too, very very serious...Our Mam used to pull my long hair back in a pony tail...Tight, then even tighter...(almost a punishment?)...and I felt totally unable to hide...No sweep of hair to shyly hide behind...So I stared...learned to stare to cover up...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Until I hit back... It was my birthday &amp;amp; I had some money...My brother and a visiting cousin went to the barbers...&amp;amp; I tagged along...I don't think It was a truly foresighted plan...it just happened...I stood next to the barbers chair... staring hard at my brother as his hair was cut with the electric razor and then finished off with scissors and comb...I remember thinking 'if only'...&amp;amp; started to talk to the barber about cutting my hair...I don't remember how I managed it...to talk him into it, I think my brother got caught up in the fabrication that I had permission from my parent...So, the thrill...I can still remember watching in the mirror...hair so short...scary in fact...until realizing far too late ...I'd have to face Our Mam and of course my Nan. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;My cousin had a hat with him,  so he  plonked it on my head...and away home we went...To my Aunties house where Nan was staying...I tried to keep in the background...but Nan was having none of it...&amp;quot;Sit here Our Sheena&amp;quot;  she said... always near her...&amp;quot;and take off that silly hat.&amp;quot;...So, uncovered...found out, and of course me crying...It was his fault...pointing at my hapless brother...Little beast that I was... coward  ...The cries of ...Oh you poor girl....Your beautiful hair...No wonder you're crying...No thought that I was the guilty party...I mean..how could I be?....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;My first haircut...Wonderful......but tied in with so much guilt....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Bye For Now.........................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Cutting+Memories.........................&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>My Memories.....</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5444.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5444.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 20:08:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>25</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5444/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5444.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-23T20:08:48Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Blindingly Obvious............</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5389.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;She sighed, yes she did, as she left their  meeting place...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;so sure of the time, yes she was,  although to trace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..... &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;the facts of the where, the why, and surely the how.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;how was he, her love, her life, where was he now?....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;she cried bitterly, as she walked down the lane snaking long,...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;the place was right but the time? maybe 'twas wrong?....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;for if it was wrong, then he'd not be to blame....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;if she'd misunderstood, then it was all to her shame....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;The place,  by the river, was right she was sure...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;the time?...looking upwards, straight into sunshine pure.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;which shone blindingly down so that her eyes they did weep...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;the tears, leaving long iridescent trails on her cheek....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;flushed from an emotion, almost far too strong to bear.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;she cried, she stumbled and was alas never fated to hear.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;the call so far away, from her love, shouted in warning....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;she drowned, in the river, never to see another day dawning....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;The moral of this tale I think is quite, quite clear.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;In sunshine, wear your sunglasses, or just keep them near.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;copyright....©....Blindingly Obvious.......SIW.......MMVIII................&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Bye For Now.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Blindingly+Obvious............&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Poems</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5389.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5389.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 20:12:34 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>26</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5389/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5389.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-20T23:04:13Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>One Lump Or Two?</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5359.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Yesterday I went to the doctors...It was a hurried affair...'cos I hate going..and  the lump on my wrist returned on Sunday (which gave me loads of time to look at it and prod) although this time it seems to have created a problem with a vein, it's now a raised ridge leading to my thumb, it hurts , so I was worried. I talked it over with a friend on Monday and came to the conclusion I needed to set my mind at rest... Hence the phone call to my Doctors...(don't know the name 'cos I never go if I can)....I had apparently to claim it as a emergency or I'd only get in two weeks hence...So, fears started...'cos I had to wait 'til after 4 o'clock...I was told I should have rung earlier, as it's easier to be fitted in that day...then the female voice changed to a soft tone, saying &amp;quot;I'm not telling you off Sheena, just letting you know the system&amp;quot;...You know, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt; I wish I knew what was in my notes  ... I've never asked to see them...Maybe it says I'm a cry baby, liable to faint at the drop of a hat?... Would be nothing but the truth....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Anyway...to cut the story short, whilst seeing this stranger of a female doctor... who said I just had to wait it out...with the lump...best to leave it alone...But it feels so odd, ( just fiddling with it now)...I mentioned another lump which had changed in size...on the top of my leg, been there for years...I kept putting it to the back of my mind... I mean...nothing to worry about...not on the breast or anything...I had to drop my trousers, good job I was wearing my nice teddie... a lovely blue colour with white lace edging...the upshot was apparently ... it's worrying (the lump not the teddie) ...and needs an operation...BUT another doctor does small operations in the surgery...with Local anesthetic and stuff... So. Feb 27th was the soonest (gulp, next Wednesday)... Operation day...How on earth do I stay conscious if someone's cutting a hole in me?...Do I watch?...I mean...I'm bad enough just talking to a doctor, never mind that nightmare scenario...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Well, it looks like I'm finally getting out and about more...Tomorrow's Sashas weighing day...The vet was worried about loss of weight last time we were there,  so we now have to call down just to weigh her...so...busy busy...Not the way I would have wanted, but ... strewth... you never know what's going to happen next ...now do you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Bye For Now....................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+One+Lump+Or+Two%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Life'n' All That</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5359.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5359.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 15:18:30 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>23</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5359/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5359.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-19T15:28:53Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>MY SONG..........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5318.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Single release (1979):  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height=24 alt="" src="http://www.barbaradickson.net/x_caravan_song_text.gif" width=275&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Mike Batt)&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The early light is breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The morning sun is waiting in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think I'm gonna break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And follow where the birds of freedom fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to give, I need to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the world is slowly turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the lights of love are burning in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caravans, oh my soul is on the run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overland, I am flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caravans moving out into the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I don't know where I'm going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I had the wisdom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find some simple words to make you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things that mean a lot to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't always seem to mean a lot to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to breathe, I need to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sands of time go drifting by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caravans, oh my soul is on the run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overland, I am flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caravans moving out into the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I don't know where I'm going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barbaradickson.net/caravan_song.html"&gt;&lt;img height=122 alt="" src="http://www.barbaradickson.net/x_lyrics_caravans_single.jpg" width=122 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;Link...........&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcYfRysceeQ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caravan Song.......You Tube......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;When I first heard this...I loved the song...the music,  the lyrics..but now?....The lyrics have taken on life, a meaning...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;Do you have ....Your Song?....A meaningful song for you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800040" size=4&gt;Bye For Now....................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+MY+SONG..........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Music</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5318.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5318.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 21:45:45 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>25</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5318/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5318.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-16T21:47:25Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Future Technology...........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5282.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;Takes me a while to settle myself at the keyboard in front of Pandora's monitor...I first see if AVG has kicked in...(sometimes it hides, I have no idea why)...Then I choose the music...which takes a while...Why? why is it...no matter how many albums &amp;amp; singles you have stored, Windows Media Player in my case, it takes a while to settle for something which is just right...Same when choosing a DVD to watch...finding &lt;u&gt;the &lt;/u&gt;one...Seems as if you're spoilt for choice...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;Spoilt for choice...so many options...This modern world, where technology is at our fingertips, whatever we want is available and we don't stint ourselves... If there's something needs buying...there it is, through either credit or cash, anything needs replacing, well there you go...throw out the old one and buy the latest up to date gadget...Trouble is, once you buy the latest, there's something new just out on the market which seems so much better ...Technology, always gaining ground, new innovations, moving one step ahead, how on earth do you keep up with it?...Once you've bought something it's almost out of date as you take it home...(alright a trifle exaggerated but you know what I mean?)  Makes you wonder what there is left to be discovered in the future......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;Now, here's a couple of  predictions made in times past...Just shows you how wrong people can be...about anything........&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;1/ &amp;quot;There will be a world market for maybe 5 computers&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;       Thomas Watson...Chairman of IBM - 1943&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;       (IBM sold over 5 million in the last year alone)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;2/ &amp;quot;Television won't last. &lt;br&gt;      &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;People will get sick of staring at a plywood box&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;      Darryl Zanuck, Executive Producer for 20th Century Fox - 1946&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;      Television has gone from strength to strength &amp;amp; the plywood box&lt;br&gt;      has become anything from a Widescreen TV to a complete Home&lt;br&gt;      Entertainment Centre....... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;I wonder what predictions are being made now?.........          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Old English Text MT" size=6&gt;Bye For Now.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Future+Technology...........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Life'n' All That</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5282.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5282.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 16:40:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>15</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5282/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5282.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-15T16:47:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>A Strange Day...........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5268.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;Today's been a strange day...In fact a very strange day....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;It started slow...and continued exactly the same way,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;I never seemed to quite grasp any vivid sensation,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;of knowing which way I was going, in which direction.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;This strange, strange day...where fact seemed to crumble,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;and the edge of reason, of any sense taking a tumble..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;just like fiction as I looked 'round for any sign of knowing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;Where I was,  where I'd been...or even where I was going...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;This strange strange day,  which seemed almost a dream...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;What have I done?...What have I achieved?...Nothing it would seem......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;I sat here , waiting, forever waiting, for what seemed like an age.,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;No wonder I need a life, or mayhap a key to my self-made cage?........&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;                    copyright......©......SIW..................MMVIII&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        &lt;font face="Edwardian Script ITC"&gt;BYE FOR NOW&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;MSN has a lot to answer for....................XXXX&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=6&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+A+Strange+Day...........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Poems</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5268.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5268.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:26:25 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>11</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5268/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5268.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-14T21:58:28Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Think before you.......?</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5185.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sat there, staring at the keyboard, not able to believe her eyes., &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hardly abl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;e to believe that the characters had taken on a life of their own. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If she pressed a key it changed, it actually changed...of it's own volition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'd tried to type the usual tester' The Quick Brown Fox' etc...and what had happened was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this question appeared on the document she was typing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;#&amp;quot;What dost thou require?'#&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he knew...she just knew she hadn't typed those words...A bad typist at best... muddled letters at worst but not &lt;u&gt;that &lt;/u&gt;question...and anyway..it was typed correctly...Impossible...Which in a strange way, underlined the fact something odd was going on... So, she highlighted the sentence &amp;amp; deleted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping that was it...Concentrating, very hard, she started typing the list of things she wanted to remember on the shopping list for tomorrow...Now she had to stare at the keyboard, looking up every now and again, as she wasn't a proficient touch typist...Some hope...but she did cope...She stopped her fingers in mid air... looking at the question which now appeared...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;#&amp;quot;Thou art sure?...Art thou absolutely sure this is truly thy wish?'.#....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;Highlighting &amp;amp; deleting again...getting a bit worried but trying to ignore her fears...she continued with the list, telling herself there was nothing 'odd' going on...She raised her head again...hoping against hope that her list would appear on the page,  Bananas, Oranges, Potatoes, Carrots, Milk, her usual list, as she visualized Tesco's store layout..&amp;amp; therefore the order of the items...one by one...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;#&amp;quot;Verily...thou canst have five items...Five wishes....They are granted'#&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;Suddenly, there by her feet, the items appeared one by one...the Bananas, Oranges, Potatoes, Carrots, Milk,...only so much of it...So that the whole of the floor, the whole bedroom was littered...with fruit and vegetables...no sign of the carpet anywhere....Also, just as suddenly, she realised that the milk would not appear in handy bottles...Strewth, how would it appear?....OH  grief, surely not pouring please.?...As if in answer a cow appeared on the bed...Her Udders full to overflowing...Ah well...not a mess thank goodness...She sighed with relief....Too soon obviously...as the cow...mooed, lifted her tail and  erm... dumped a cow pat on the duvet... S**t.... Precisely!!!...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;So, getting quite...cross...at the noise and the littered floor...She tried to type a question....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;&amp;quot;What the ......flip...is this?.&amp;quot;....Nothing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;&amp;quot;What is going on?.... Answer me?.&amp;quot;  No reply......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;Taking a deep breath...Thinking hard...No way...no way had she just spoilt five wishes... She could have wished for...the World? World Peace....End to famine...(mind you enough here to feed how many??)... anything...It was totally mind boggling...She told herself she'd imagined it all, everything ... She'd wake up soon...Although, painfully pinching herself, she realised she wasn't going to wake up...she was definitely awake and she was surrounded by her shopping list....plus Cow.......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;Trying not to think of missed opportunities...and still mistyping questions.... Ah?  Hang on ...maybe that was it....?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;&amp;quot;What is going on?&amp;quot;  she typed ever so carefully....This time she got a reply...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;#&amp;quot;Thou hast received thy order? Thy five wishes?&amp;quot;#&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; she typed in dawning horror,,,&amp;quot;but I didn't understand...I wasn't.....&amp;quot;....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;#&amp;quot;Art thou complaining?....#&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;&amp;quot;No....erm...Yes...I mean.....&amp;quot;  Her fingers stuttered to a halt....What the flip did she mean.. and what or who was she talking to?... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could I please know precisely what's going on?&amp;quot; What exactly was on offer here?.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#&amp;quot;Switching to modern English..&amp;quot;#. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot; You were given Five Wishes... Your keyboard, the Microsoft Digital Media pro .Keyboard to be precise...Serial No...7571002132381...Yours ?  #&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;&amp;quot;Yes &amp;quot;...she'd turned the thing upside to check..and yes...hers...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;#&amp;quot;One special function key . Now defunct....now used...gave you the opportunity of the five wishes...Your order has been received...NO refunds...NO returns..No changing your mind...End of transmission.&amp;quot;#&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;'Can you at least take the cow back?&amp;quot; she typed carefully...pleadingly...but no response.......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;Anyone want a cow?...Fancy a carrot?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;copyright........©.......SIW........MMVIII&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Well....dream on sunshine.......&amp;amp;  Bye For Now........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Goudy Old Style" size=5&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Think+before+you.......%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Storytime...............</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5185.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5185.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 15:26:43 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>15</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5185/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5185.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-13T20:13:17Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Let There be Light.....</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5159.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Calibri size=5&gt;Suddenly the light went out,... just for a mad second I thought I'd gone blind...a by-product I supposed...of spending too much time staring at this monitor I mean  ...But no,  the monitor was still lit up...Pandora was thrumming away...So, the main light switch had finally given up the ghost...It had been flickering for ages... but I hadn't dare tackle the thing...I'd end up being fried or worse by fusing the whole house...So,  after a week or two of putting up with switching it on 'just so' with the pressure in the right place or else, usually taking ...ooooh...ages?...it's finally admitted defeat. Kaput. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Calibri size=5&gt;Mike had said he'd do it...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Calibri size=5&gt;I called to Mike...&amp;amp; the weary process of isolating the Leccy supply to the lighting upstairs &amp;amp; switching it off...Always best eh?...Although the thumping result of being electrocuted is one that I have been through...But why?...if it's erm...at all avoidable...Then finding all the tools 'n' stuff...resulting in me holding the torch, Mike removing the cover &amp;amp; discovering  the wires had parted with the  thingy holders...I tested said wires...with my finger...totally accidentally but they were dead. The wires, not my fingers.   Fine so far, ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Calibri size=5&gt;As the cover had been in Mike's possession all the time,  I felt sure he'd turned it upside down... We started the process of arguing which way up the cover went... We went with Mike's way...(&lt;u&gt;It was upside down)&lt;/u&gt;...He attached said wires, they were too short, the electrician had allowed only so far of spare leeway.. and It wouldn't fit back in place...A junction fitment &amp;amp; extra wire later...long enough &amp;amp; re-wired, the cover was at last in place...&lt;u&gt;It was upside down..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Calibri size=5&gt;It was dark...it was late,  so Mike went down to turn the supply back on...He'd left  the light switch in the 'Off' position...It came on....with the supply....&lt;u&gt;It was upside down&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Calibri size=5&gt;Say no more...Now would I?...anyway....it works...that's all I wanted,  even if it is..... what I said.....................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Edwardian Script ITC" size=7&gt;Bye For Now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Calibri size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Let+There+be+Light.....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Life'n' All That</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5159.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5159.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 17:27:06 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>9</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5159/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5159.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-12T17:35:43Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Fear......</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5125.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Have you ever been scared for your very life?...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Ever wondered if you'll see the next morning?...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Have you ever thought this is my due, my strife.?.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Ever been relieved to see the next day dawning?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;This person, this body, this mind, this very soul, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Have you ever wondered,  who you are, what makes you whole?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Just one mistake in this life could cost you so dear....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;but how to live your life fully ... held back by such fear?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;You have to let go, to trust , make your decisions day by day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;for that something inside you....a light, a spirit , a guide? shows you the way......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;copyright......© .........SIW............MMVIII&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear,&lt;/strong&gt; a natural instinct but one which can hold you back....from making any decision..,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;I fear change.....I fear the unknown... I fear being alone....I fear death and also I must admit sometimes...I do fear life...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;but then I suppose, don't we all at some point ...and we learn by our mistakes don't we?.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Making wrong decisions...making mistakes..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;So many mistakes in the past...can seem like a chain, link by link holding you back. &lt;br&gt;Did you ever see A Christmas Carol?...With Jacob Marley's ghost standing there, with the long heavy chain symbolizing his mistakes, the wrongs he did in his life...all the links...such heavy links....Made me shiver with fear.....&lt;br&gt;Fear does hold you back....But you can learn from it...You can fight it....and maybe you can break the chain.........&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Just surmising........musing about my fears......do you have any? and have you overcome them?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;                                               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Old English Text MT"&gt;Bye For Now..........................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Fear......&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>My Musings........</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5125.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5125.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 17:33:15 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>15</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5125/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5125.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-11T17:33:21Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Damsel In Distress!!</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5070.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&amp;quot;Keep your head down and don't look
up...keep your head down...&amp;quot; the mantra, her safety mantra, was echoing
through her mind...It was the only way she could cope...The only way
she could get past the man...He was there again... waiting ...always
waiting...why hadn't she left work an hour later, as she usually did?
Trouble was, answering her own question in her mind, there was only so
much she could take, so much stalling. It just didn't seem worth the
stares of the other workers, who always left as quickly as possible
once their shift was over...Also it was so dark...She couldn't leave it
any longer...although she'd have to leave on her own, again...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;She
thought she'd mastered the art of bypassing any problems...walk don't
run....confidently &amp;amp; looking as if she had not a care in the
world...But the trouble was, she did.....Him.....He was there again,
she could see by the faint light shining from the lamp-post outside the
empty outbuilding...Her heart leapt as she neared where he stood,
slightly leaning against the gate...the exit...Sorry to say, the only
exit...or else she would have had an escape route. &amp;quot;Hello, sexy&amp;quot;....he
growled... laughing, she could hear it in his voice...Laughing at
her...No way would she look directly at him...&amp;quot;You can't keep away
eh?&amp;quot; he added...blatantly ignoring the fact she had to get past him,
as it was the only path...She'd tried before to just look the other way
&amp;amp; squeeze past, but it never worked...She could feel her
eyes... watering...her hands starting to shake...&amp;quot;No, control yourself&amp;quot;
she struggled with the thought.....Then her mantra changed to ... &amp;quot;Just
a few more steps...Just a few more steps&amp;quot;...This time though it was
different... this time her hand was grabbed...'NO, NO... he'd changed
the rules.'.not that there were any...but to her mind it was the only
way she could cope...He pulled her roughly to him...&amp;quot;Now is that
nice?...ignoring me all this time? You need a lesson gurly, a lesson in
manners&amp;quot;...She struggled, crying out in pain as his fingers dug deeply
into her wrist, as her neck was bent awkwardly back, his knee was
digging into her stomach, propelling her backwards against the
wall...&amp;quot;All this time, all this time, you've been asking for this,
begging for it...haven't you?&amp;quot;  his voice, excited, lifted at the end
in a questioning tone!! ... She tried in vain to get herself free...she
could feel herself losing control...she couldn't, he was too
strong...No....her mind screamed at her....to get free from the
grasping, hurting hands, kick, scratch anything.... just get FREE,...
she opened her eyes to see his white face in the moonlight...evil,
grinning, enjoying her terror... feeding from it...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;hen,
just as suddenly she was free &amp;amp; another deep voice was saying &amp;quot;Are
you ok?....he hasn't hurt you?&amp;quot;...This time she looked, straight at
someone, straight into the face looking at her with such concern...A
face so kind, with eyes so dazzling...she almost felt her knees
buckle...but she regained control, as she had to, as she'd learned to
do all her life...&amp;quot;No&amp;quot; she almost whispered &amp;quot;I'm fine... Only a bit
shaken&amp;quot;... Suddenly she realised her nemesis was lying flat out on the
ground. Unconscious, felled with a single blow, marvellous...Now if
only she could get away, get her breathing back to normal, she could
try to pretend nothing had happened, her routine hadn't changed... She
was safe,...trying to walk forward she found she was held &amp;amp; pulled back
again...This time by her rescuer... &amp;quot;Are you sure you're ok?  You look
a bit white about the gills?&amp;quot;....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&amp;quot;Don't
touch me &amp;quot; she almost growled...&amp;quot;leave me alone, you don't know what
you're getting into&amp;quot;...He laughed, actually laughed, &amp;amp; she swung
angrily round...Feeling herself losing the control she'd mastered through hours
&amp;amp; hours of meditation...The shock of the attack had started the
change...&amp;quot;Get away from me...You are not safe&amp;quot; She could see he was
puzzled...totally out of his depth with not understanding anything she
was saying or about to say...&amp;quot;You have to leave, now, before...... &amp;quot;
Her voice trailed away, as she could feel her body, her face, her hands
, everything changing... &amp;quot;Run, Run now&amp;quot; she almost screamed...&amp;quot;I can't
control this, I'm so, so sorry&amp;quot;...She could see through her changing
eyes, the yellow slits they were now becoming...that he was mesmerized
by the sight.... standing stock still not MOVING, 'Why? why didn't he
run?' She towered above him, her eyes streaming with tears, she'd
changed into her alter-ego, the 6ft, powerful She- Werewolf...her body
now sleek, covered with soft fur...gorgeous white silky fur,...&amp;amp;
wonderingly she stared, as he laughed out loud, a fantastic deep belly
laugh of a sound...which tailed away to a haunting, life threatening
HOWL...as he changed too, HE actually changed in front of her...7ft of
muscular He- Werewolf...Brilliant dark red fur...Glorious silver white
eyes...white flashing death-bringing teeth,..her dream date...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;Together
they looked down at the man, stretched out, prone on the
ground...helpless before them, should they?... shouldn't they?....Up to
them I suppose...Who was there to stop them?... and they were hungry!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;copyright.....©.......SIW.......MMVIII&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;BYE FOR NOW..........&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Damsel+In+Distress!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Storytime...............</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5070.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5070.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 17:28:53 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>19</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5070/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5070.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-10T11:37:30Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Chewing On Things..........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5055.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;I ran out of chewing gum yesterday...not a calamity I know...but enough of a bind to have me tearing at my lips again...So yesterday.. I visited my sister...&amp;amp; managed to grab a couple of containers... Cool Breeze flavour... Wrigley's Extra of course....(If I advertise will I get freebies?)....but what I did notice...going through town on my way to catch the second germ carrier out to my sisters place, was the vast amount of chewing gum...on the pavements, the road...in fact almost  everywhere...blobs of grey ... flattened &amp;amp; causing unsightly problems to the council in clean up bills...&amp;amp; this is where they've just re-developed ...I've blogged about it before...but it's always worth a mention...Why can't they produce the gum to be biodegradable?...It used to be didn't it?...but for some reason...it has to last longer therefore it's not any more...It seems to be there for all time so why not use it for roofing? or erm..anything, surely something this hard to get rid of should find a better use in life?....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;Link:-  &lt;a title="http://www.chewinggumbin.com/chewing_gum_recycle.html" href="http://www.chewinggumbin.com/chewing_gum_recycle.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chewing Facts.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;Another thing...On my way through town...walking over Nottingham's Market  Square...I saw they'd erected a smaller version of The London Eye...Therefore.... we now have our own &amp;quot;Nottingham Eye..&amp;quot;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;..&lt;a href="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hdYHg60d9N4FGh__RC9PGSZdg3H06xf1SV_YcEVGNP5n7Uz0jk8uC6VTteExqtVTcz83u-wz9pX7wNaBHkfSFs_?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right:0px;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;border-bottom:0px" height=244 alt="light_night_3[1]" src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hee8lYesXJbXbxeUkkKNJ419FEnyrAqG6S75yB-OVvptOsMVHc34QPPcHMWVzwuj9M8n3vtRZGpzAkFjbDlYQgs?PARTNER=WRITER" width=184 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hcwGSOI87IYpviU9XzrencKStHfsIjAp6V2YilInVeW9fcSZd11QdEGI7_Mvqj1LRxpUfU-2ed87AO47SA9bC-c?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right:0px;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;border-bottom:0px" height=184 alt="light_night_2[1]" src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5heE9vseG6nJVqBkkRVTW5TwPaCFz7S1Ah0n30ka4JLkkjfs2AGOJi3YkMatQmMbZJ69H_zkOonUQXHzVWtWZbPE?PARTNER=WRITER" width=244 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hd9sZaC9kiXnZLBewNWM6M3gCiYIfvjI5bWCs3gC3rygrxdoBFx5JdfvOcItOu7ZupkQ4UR-PHBB-YU3lM8T7q8?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right:0px;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;border-bottom:0px" height=244 alt="light_night[1]" src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hc9RYuxM0qqPktnVyqDrE94zcp1IN2ahNby0cS8VBQUd2CgOVDDV_7J7oKQTRmExFWs5Cf7Hm8kGGG3JS1Hc3Jg?PARTNER=WRITER" width=184 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;link.....&lt;a title="http://www.nottinghameye.co.uk/" href="http://www.nottinghameye.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nottinghameye.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;Looking good eh?....and no...I haven't tried it yet...It's half the size of the London one...Making it look rather like an erm..hamster wheel?. dontchathink?.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size=5&gt;have a great week-end.................bye for now..........................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Chewing+On+Things..........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>My Musings........</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5055.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5055.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 14:24:28 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>12</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5055/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5055.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-08T14:44:45Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Sunshine Streaming.............</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4993.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&lt;a href="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5heQvMCzxUp0v4DQmrVOet7kq7ZNeuicjezH6zM7SU9YiXnetPo8yIOQxK77_tclEVqfChZVJnWcLbIF8sBEm0RG?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width:0px" alt="Sunlight streaming" src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hfX9Ai-xdgSdZ18NZXHdv4ck09cbWCVQ0-nRMJIgH-WywFpLyKVs2S4CnALb7yoryA3eyRtlNYEMcDaO3ryK4vb?PARTNER=WRITER" border=0 height=184 width=244&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;The sun shone brightly today...both inside and out....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;giving a feeling of happiness, which made me want to shout...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;out loud and long .... though no sound came to being ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;but the feeling of wonder, it's still here and I'm seeing...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;that the sun has now gone, but the feeling has grown, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;it's lingering on inside me and I suppose I must own...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;to the fact that I'm so happy, I'm almost grinning...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;I hope it lasts some time, 'cos it seems I'm winning...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;the inner battle with myself to see each brand new day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;as a stepping stone, a path, with chinks of light to see my way............&lt;a href="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hf3cuw2gDW1vNIKlFtgLeEClmr_tdp-8ByWxEWbqt2dMwbGeQELH2PCKKZeg3U3bw67oJ8sCPP4cU7KeR9HqYaR?PARTNER=WRITER"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width:0px" alt="Sunlight 2" src="http://by1.storage.msn.com/y1pO3qlmLja5hcTpzpkrWtMByWB5tVrqOjx1sN_hiWl-w_yrneydNQFvVm9PHK-1iHyDXVp3DS5rQ_TqHIZoErs0pNo8b98bEwS?PARTNER=WRITER" border=0 height=184 width=244&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;Copyright.......©.....SIW....MMVIII.........................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;Bye for now.....................................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=Andy size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Sunshine+Streaming.............&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Poems</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4993.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4993.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 17:43:22 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>21</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4993/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4993.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-06T22:13:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Money For Nothing.......</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4969.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it?....Why can't you think of politicians as being honest, down to earth, serve the people type of thing?...Why are we continuously let down?...Whoever you vote for, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a feeling of hope in your heart that something good will finally be the outcome..that a miracle will occur...you just end up with a cynicism that matches their own.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;The latest news of nepotism...paying their near family for work not completed...in fact in one case the son of the politician, who was paid a salary never even showed his face in the office...Too busy at University... Nice for some I say...Paid for his Fees etc I suppose...with a 'little' extra thrown in....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;It's bad enough that the Commons can vote in their own pay rise...Although from Newspaper reports in January...they've been advised to accept a below inflation rise....and also to accept the rise being governed in future by a Review Board...IN fact the following statement makes me wonder about the Civil service pay awards....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;The SSRB triennial review of MPs recommended a 2.56% increase for 2007/08, Harman announced today.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;The review concluded that Gordon Brown and his cabinet ministers earned &lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;quot;substantially less&amp;quot; than the most senior-ranking civil servants who reported to them and &amp;quot;well below&amp;quot; the market rate.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;It recommends a series of &amp;quot;modest increases&amp;quot; over the next four years. &amp;quot;We believe their pay fails to reflect their levels of responsibility and also limits the headroom pay of more junior political posts&amp;quot;, the pay review report notes.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;But MPs were urged to share the pain of other public sector workers, including police, prison officers and nurses, by agreeing to a staged pay rise.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makes a mockery of  the way the cost of living awards are handed out as a matter of course...and how they come to reasoning the way someone should live on the pitiful amount given to job seekers, minimum wage earners &amp;amp; pensioners alike...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;Everything that's paid for out of the public purse should be listed, open and above board....no hidden agendas, nothing...and even if the way they do things now are 'allowable' and have always been done that way...Loopholes in the system are found and used...Why should you assume we would like you to go ahead and take...Give back to the country, to the voters who put you there...The country you're supposed to be serving.. and stop helping yourself to a larger piece of the pie!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;Also, Civil Servants...a completely ironic term for someone who seems to have a secure job, no matter how many mistakes they make, (also the result of which politicians usually have to resign for), and are totally secure in the knowledge that they have pay awards, risk free pensions and in many cases a job for life...Not bad eh?...For a Servant of the nation... The previous Newspaper statement about the earnings of high ranking Civil Servants begs the question surely?....Aren't they being paid too darn much?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;Bye For &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;Now..............&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" color="#800040" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Money+For+Nothing.......&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>News and politics</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4969.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4969.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 19:47:54 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>12</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4969/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4969.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-05T19:48:09Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>How Much?........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4955.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sasha has been to the vets...a statement of fact...She's shown signs of a muscle strain...back leg, since last week, but hardly any signs of improvement...So, I rang the vets this morning, then rang for a taxi... and off we went...There was a waiting period of a few hours, but I thought we'd bypass describing the tension, I hate waiting!! Thank goodness we're a valued customer, of the vets I mean, Christine fitted us in...no problem... Everyone Knows Sash babe...That sweet, lovable erm...bitch, who wouldn't bark at anyone... Sheeesh... butter wouldn't melt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Of course it was raining...but at least going by taxi made it a non-important fact....different if we were walking but ...great today...She was called into the surgery, (Sasha Watson...Cringe)...and then went through the indignity of being weighed, then had to walk around, from the surgery to the waiting room,  (where there were onlookers watching her humiliation)  and back again, to show how much she erm... couldn't walk around?...Then her body was prodded and poked...made to stand up and sit down, you could see on her face...the look of sheer disbelief...the thinking..&amp;quot;what on earth...make your mind up!!!.&amp;quot;...Then finally, she was injected, given a course of tablets which, if they worked, would be hers to take for the rest of her natural...(Canine Mobility Support? My fevered brain imagined a set of wheels?) and finally out to the waiting room, where she noticed a sweet little child and his pet, and barked at both...Oh..the complete humiliation...&amp;quot;NO of course she loves your little boy... She's just erm...out of sorts?&amp;quot;....Sasha Does not Do children.( She wouldn't bite, she just wants to back away)...I'll re-phrase, Sasha does not enjoy the company of children as they move unexpectedly &amp;amp; quickly, just like small dogs....She sees no need for either of the species... So...Sit Sasha !!! Shut up Sasha,!!!  which only left us with the need to pay up...A few pound shy of £100.00 quid...(£93.20 to be brutally precise)...but of course worth every penny. (pity it couldn't have been pennies)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;My, my, what a day...but far from routine...and Sash's feeling a bit better...She's just come to fetch me again...You won't believe this but,...she's a bully...She sent me to bed last night at 10 o'clock...Honest!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Ah well.....gotta go....her maj has spoken.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;Bye for now.....................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Agency FB" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+How+Much%3f........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>Sasha Babe</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4955.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4955.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 20:38:30 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>9</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4955/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4955.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-04T21:02:16Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Penny For Your Thoughts?.........</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4894.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;Just give me a minute...I'm trying to sort my thoughts out...They're quite a jumble...Ah now...let me see, to begin untangling the various strands.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;For one....I planned to take Sasha out more...She's now having to rest her leg, a muscle strain, and no, 'twasn't&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt; because of any walking we did,  I never got the chance.  Just one morning, there she was, hobbling...so, rest time....which will be a struggle, 'cos she's a dog who needs action...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;For two...I can't seem to keep away. I suppose  'Spaces' is like a drug, once tried you never can quite give up that feeling.  The feeling?....of having contact with people who don't judge, who just share...Their precious time, their ideas, themselves....We're all searching for something in this life...Whether we find it or not....we have companions on the way, on the journey if you like...We follow the yellow brick road, ...to find the Wizard,.. only to find we hadn't the need to go on the journey in the first place, ...we only needed to believe/trust  in ourselves,  as the answers inside you ... but have you asked yourself the right question?... Strewth, don't look at me...I'm still searching for the question to the answer to the question of the answer before that...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;For three...I ran, always in the past I've run from anything that threatens my 'safeness'  my talent of '&amp;quot;head burying&amp;quot; I  suppose you could call it ... Run from the knowledge that I was wrong to just shut myself down ... I've found this past year or so on here that very slowly  I've faced my ...&amp;quot;devils&amp;quot;... I don't say they're licked...or should I say, beaten, but I now freely admit to myself they're there,  not a figment of my very vivid imagination. Nope...I ran...trouble is wherever you run and however far you run...you just can't lose yourself  ... Day to day living becomes a trial of endurance...I've endured, now I want to do more than that...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;So, this is it...Sort the house out...get it valued...see,? even that thought has woken me up, I'm excited ... and face whatever decisions need to be made...This is my year of action...I've faced the &amp;quot;mirror of self knowing&amp;quot; (Still not found yours? I think mine was int' attic, under the loft insulation...along with that strange gem incrusted chest...never did get back to seeing what was inside it...Yeah Right!!) and accepted the judgement  ... I've  been  procrastinating (lovely word)... enough...Small steps...but about time...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;For four...Apologies....for rambling on,  like I said at the beginning....a jumble of thoughts, but mine own... and what's the usual answer to &amp;quot;Penny for your thoughts&amp;quot;......?.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;thanks for listening to mine..........&amp;amp; bye for now..........................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" size=5&gt;PS/   also....so, so, sorry....for worrying you who contacted me when I stupidly closed my site off... Apologies....Feel free to slap my erm..thighs?.....xxx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Penny+For+Your+Thoughts%3f.........&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><category>My Musings........</category><comments>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4894.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4894.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 13:43:54 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>32</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4894/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!A223F9519381D40E!4894.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-02T13:50:09Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Photo Album: Update......</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5833/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Update......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5849"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5849&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GIve me the Ball.........JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5850"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5850&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working at Play.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5835"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5835&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Framed....Where&amp;#39;s Sasha.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5837"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5837&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pulling back.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5838"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5838&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pulling Back 2.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5839"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5839&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pulling back 3.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5836"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5836&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lost Totem.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5834&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Giant ....brought to it&amp;#39;s knees.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5840"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5840&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spot The Boss.JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5833&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5848"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5848&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totem...almost disappearing...JPG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Photo+Album%3a+Update......&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!A223F9519381D40E!5833</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 03:12:33 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>photoalbum</msn:type><live:type>photoalbum</live:type><live:typelabel>Photo album</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5833/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2008-07-25T03:12:33Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Photo Album: 03 April</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5697/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;03 April&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5697&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5698&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PICT0222&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Photo+Album%3a+03+April&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!A223F9519381D40E!5697</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 17:00:09 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>photoalbum</msn:type><live:type>photoalbum</live:type><live:typelabel>Photo album</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5697/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2008-07-21T17:00:09Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Photo Album: 10 Years ago.....</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!A223F9519381D40E!2109/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;10 Years ago.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2113"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2113&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having a rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2118"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2118&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s mine&amp;#33;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2120&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tug of War&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2116"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2116&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rematch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2117"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2117&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweetie....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2115&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helping Hand&amp;#33;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2119"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2119&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Ball Is Mine&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2111"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2111&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big nose&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2112"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2112&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on Then&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2110"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2110&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Big Ears&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;2109&amp;#47;"&gt;More Photos...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Photo+Album%3a+10+Years+ago.....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!A223F9519381D40E!2109</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 02:17:39 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>photoalbum</msn:type><live:type>photoalbum</live:type><live:typelabel>Photo album</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!A223F9519381D40E!2109/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2008-03-10T02:17:39Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Photo Album: More Photo's From Ireland</title><link>http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com/photos/cns!A223F9519381D40E!5512/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;More Photo&amp;#39;s From Ireland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5512&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5529"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5529&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentax K100D.Auto Mode,70-210mm Lens.You Can Only Focus On One.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5512&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5513"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5513&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentax K100D.6m Pixels,Auto Mode,70-210mm Lens.A Great Tit Caught On The Wing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5512&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5514"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5514&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentax K100D.Auto Mode,6m Pixels,70-210mm Lens.Blue Tits In Sunshine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5512&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5515"&gt;&lt;img 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Mode,70-210mm Lens.Are You Looking For Trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5512&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5520"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5520&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentax K100D.Auto Mode,70-210mm Lens.Beak To Beak Action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5512&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5521"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5521&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentax K100D.Auto Mode,70-210mm Lens.Chaffinch On The Dark Side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;photos&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;A223F9519381D40E&amp;#33;5512&amp;#47;"&gt;More Photos...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-6763288086617926642&amp;page=RSS%3a+Photo+Album%3a+More+Photo's+From+Ireland&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=sheenaingrid0308.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=sheenaingrid0308"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!A223F9519381D40E!5512</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 21:45:53 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>photoalbum</msn:type><live:type>photoalbum</live:type><live:typelabel>Photo 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