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11 June 2018 @ 09:10 am
Those were good times, you are still missed. :'(
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26 December 2016 @ 11:08 am
Good grief, that cat has pawed something, everything on the screen is giant agh. Anyways I'm wondering if any of you know of any jobs in my area (Gtr Manchester) that I might be able to get an interview for? Thank you and have a good Boxing Day all.

Can't believe the news about George Michael. This year is surreal. :(
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03 December 2016 @ 10:46 am
Still looking... re vacancies for office work/filing/admin/typing/data entry/postroom etc...
Current Location: United Kingdom, Sale
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16 October 2016 @ 05:34 pm
Our Monty cat is gone out of our lives. We can't believe it. He was on his way home back across a lethal road at the front. We were looking for him at the back. We are getting him back as ashes. We can't stop crying.
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11 June 2016 @ 03:36 pm
Gone but not forgotten.
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25 May 2016 @ 09:36 am
Was it really Valentine's Day when I was here last? It's the allure of Facebook I'm afraid. It's rubbish but they make it so easy to navigate and especially with the posting of pictures.

I'm still trying to do Atkins hence the use of the icon. I'll get to goal yet. If I would just stick to it.

Big week on the gardening front...Chelsea Flower Show yay. Makes me want to get out there...
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14 February 2016 @ 01:32 am
Hope y'all had a good day. Daughter and I spent the day watching films like we always do on a Sunday. Benedict Cumberbatch, I'd give it a 10/10 but I got so angry at the way they treated that poor man.

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24 December 2015 @ 11:04 am
A Visit from St. Nicholas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (Random House Inc., 1983)
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