tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255505032011-04-22T04:03:36.902ZA collection of musings from a self confessed walkover. Add your comments to my various topics, no need to log in!Self Confessed Walkoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383432759087022421noreply@blogger.comBlogger2131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550503.post-85310270202863554962009-05-18T22:31:00.003Z2009-05-20T20:21:11.977Z

Recently I feel I have been through quite a bit. Somehow I have managed to keep vaguely sane (or should that be as sane as I ever was?) and cheerful thanks to a little game I have devised. The silver lining game is all about trying to find the positives of whatever situation you're in.An example....*Boyfriend suddenly goes all weird for no apparent reason and you find yourself single, not moving

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After my episode the other day I've been gradually getting a little stronger. Little things have helped like a good driving lesson, silly stories my work colleagues have been telling me and small moments of success. I'm not totally there, I don't know whether I will ever be totally there but I'm a little better which is good news at the very least.I still loathe my ex. At least he has had the

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I just want to give up on life altogether. I don't expect anyone to understand but right now I don't feel there is a whole lot left for me. Everyday is a constant battle. All I've even done is work hard and do my best and it just never is enough. I've lost my job, my partner and I'm clinically depressed. I'm not on any anti-depressants because I had such bad side effects last time. I feel so

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when you discover your ex-partner is actually a bit of a fruitcake. That or he's never developed any adult sense of how emotions etc work. Either is likely.So here's what happened. He e-mailed me and explained what the problem was. Fine I thought, or should I say finally! Not much you can do when you don't know what the problem is. I asked if we could work through this... no apparently. However

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Oh dear, it seems if I have any luck it never runs for long. I'm back to it never raining but it pouring. Not only am I soon to be out of a job, a job I love and never want to leave, but my soul mate turned out not to be my soul mate. As my wise sister tells me, 'it works out with your soul mate', which means they don't suddenly stop loving you but only admit to it when you ask it to them

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It's been over a year since I last wrote on this blog. So much has changed since then, not least the fact that a few months ago I finally managed to get a phone line organised and now have internet access at home, bliss!I'm still in my not so new anymore job and still loving it. It has given me more challenges than I know what to do with and my list of skills on my CV has almost doubled. I

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Where to start! Keeping up with the blog has been a bit difficult when I have such limited access to the internet. The only time I can post is when I access the library computers, which has been really difficult lately. Half the time I work in a place where I have to commute by train to so by the time I get home the library is closed. Then when I'm working nearer home I keep going in and finding

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Well its been a while since I blogged. The good news is I arrived down south in once piece. Even more good news is that I'm slowly settling in, making my mark and generally having a great time. My life has changed and thankfully for the better :) With so many stories to impart I think I'm going to have to do several blog posts!My last day of work was generally uneventful. Apart from being told

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Well I've got more packing done today. Wouldn't say I'm as far along as I'd like to be but there you go. Thanks for all the advice, especially Christina :)I've also been trying to sort out my head in regards LB. Yep, I've managed it again. This will be the third relationship I've had to end during the lifetime of this blog. Everytime I convince myself that they're the one, that they're different,

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With the weather being so awful of late I was afraid it would rain today. I've been working but doing something I enjoy. I've been marshalling a couple of walks around Bamburgh for the 'Friends' group I've been administering at work. The weather was beautiful (despite sun cream I'm still a little burnt!) and the company was excellent. To top it all off I've been round one of the most impressive

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Who ever knew that packing up a house could be so difficult? It's not just about finding time to do the packing but its all the little things.For example, I'm trying to get hold of bubblewrap to wrap vases etc in. It's a nightmare! No one seems to have any and I don't know where I can go to buy any. It's not the sort of thing people tend to sell in the little shops round here. Looks like I'm

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I'm sat here letting the tones of Michelle Gayle drift over me. I haven't really listened to her music since I was 14/15 (thats the beauty of putting random stuff on your Ipod and playing your entire library at random rather than using one of the play lists I've made). For anyone who hasn't got a clue who Michelle Gayle is (and I suspect that is all of you) she was an actress on Grange Hill and

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When I was little I found books magical. I loved the places my imagination could take me when reading stories, or having them read to me. It was a book that introduced me to the word and world of archaeology. I can still remember the pictures in the Dorling Kindersley book on the Romans of Pompeii and reading all about the city that was frozen in time. As I got older I began to read less and less

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I've been without a boiler since last weekend. Plumber is apparently coming tomorrow according to the Landlord (who I informed about the boiler at 9:30am on Monday morning and left the spare key with them). Now as it's June I probably could have coped with the fact that the washing machine was washing clothes in cold water and that I had no heating. However this is no normal June. It's cold, it's

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It seems somehow fitting that my 200th post is Blogger Tag :) Thank to Jenna for tagging me (I think!).These are the rules, which I have copied from Jenna's blog. (If you can plagerise so can :))1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.2. People who are tagged write a blog post about their own 8 random things and post these rules.3. At the end of your post you need to

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This is just a very random post based on some of the unusual searches that have landed people here of late1)Search - "something to do when you're bored" (and other similar searches)Answer - Read a good book2)Search - "when it rains, does it mean someone died"Answer - Gosh I hope not, otherwise we're going through a period of lots >and lots of people dying here in the UK. It's very un-June like

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Aww thanks for all the messages of support :) This new job will do me a lot of good, I just know it.I have to say I don't think I ever actually realised just how stressful getting a new job and moving actually can be. Not only am I trying to hold down a full time job, find time for all the usual chores & making meals but also on the phone a lot to sort out new job or getting removals quotes or

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Ok so I'm finally ready to finish my little saga of those very random and life changing three weeks. I've covered the job interview from hell and my Grandma's passing, now I'm going to cover what happened between her passing and her funeral.As I mentioned in a previous post, the day before my Grandma had her heart attack I filled in yet another job application. It was one of those 'I have nothing

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Yes I have been quite remiss and not concluded my latest tale. Restassured I will do so, I have just been extremely busy. I won't explainwhat I've been doing though as that will spoil the story :) Suffice to saythe next couple of months will be hectic and I may not be able to blog asoften as I should like. The news is good though, in case anyone isworrying unduly!In the meantime if any of you

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Now before I'd get on with the third and final exciting part of my little story (I can hear all those sighs of relief now, not least from LB :P) I thought i'd post about some of the silly bits and pieces from this last week, just to prove that life still goes on and not everything is bad.First of all on Thursday I got dragged along to a new salsa class by my neighbour. I'd been trying to avoid it

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Most people who stumble on this blog through search engine searches are trying to find out what the phrase 'it never rains but it pours means'. Well for all those that still don't know, it simply means that when something bad happens often it's not alone. In other words, things rarely happen conveniently one at a time. So it never just rains... it pours.Well thats how I felt a few weeks ago. As I

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Well I haven't posted for quite some time and it's about time I caught up. Trouble is so much has happened that all I can do is start at the beginning and gradually work my way towards the present.I left you waiting to see how my interview went. Well.. it was an experience! As you know I've been pretty desperate to get a new job. My current contract ends in January and work is making me miserable

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Homes were evacuated in West Sussex today in the wake of an explosives alert. Roads were closed and an Army disposal team exploded theunidentified package. It was later discovered that the suspicious package in question was not a bomb but a bat box.How many of us read this story on the BBC news today and laughed? I know I certainly did. Yet it struck me that this had been a genuine incident. A

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Another week has passed me by and theres very little to report. I'm working longer hours at the moment to try and work my flexi up. When I got back after my Easter Holiday I was just over 14 hours down (don't worry you are allowed up to 20 hours down). Despite doing just my hours the very first day I was back, having to leave early for a doctor's appointment this Monday, having to leave early on

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MySpace, Facebook and a whole host of networking sites are often mentioned on the news nowadays. Whether its a story about whose using it, or things happening because of it the stories are increasing. Or at least thats how it feels. The other day I was watching BBC Breakfast news and there was a discussion between the presenters, a teenager and a middle aged man (no idea who he was) about the

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Thank you for all your recent comments on my blog post Learning some more about the world. It's certainly given me more to think about and a reason to delve more into the world of Anthony Gormley.The funny thing about the Angel not having a defined bust is that most people I've talked to who have seen it for the first time are adamant it has a bust and a bum! Perhaps that slight edge of

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I apologise now, this blog post is going to be a bit of a rant. So don't read any further if you don't want to. It's quite alright, I just want to get this off my chest.There is one annoying habit that bothers me above all others. It involves mobiles phones. No, I have no problem with them most of the time. I'm not one of these people that makes faces when you phone someone from the train or the

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I was looking at the searches people have been doing lately that get them to end up at this blog. Unfortunately most are looking for the phrase or some song called never rains but it pours. Never mind, I'm sure they'll find what they're looking for in the end. Some of the searches however are a little odd such as the person trying to find out how you make marmite hooch... sorry guys no recipe

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Not long ago the UK government launched a new website so that people could petition the government and hopefully get a response. Today I was invited to sign a petition about better pay for archaeologists (if you're a British citizen go sign it at http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/Archaeology/, the pay is criminal for a job you have to have a degree in. Diggers earn so little they are below the threshold

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The other week when LB came to stay we decided to spend the Friday not doing an awful lot. We'd travelled all the way to mine on the Tuesday, spent all day Wednesday in Durham (yes I still have to sort out the pictures) and all day Thursday in Edinburgh. With all the walking we did we were so tired! So Friday we slept in, had a lazy lunch etc etc. So we settled down with our lunch and turned the

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Well since I last posted properly an awful awful lot has been going on. I will try and catch up in this post but I may have to do several to cover everything!Well I got back from my parents in one piece :) It was nice, but with all the stress of late I don't think I enjoyed it as much as I would normally do. I did a lot of sleeping, resting, that sort of thing. Mum reckons I may well have had

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One thing that keeps cropping up when you get environment related news articles is plastic bags. Lots of websites quote that between 500 million and 1 trillion plastic bags are used worldwide every year. A recent Guardian news article also quoted that for every billion plastic bags that are made 9,000 tonnes of plastic are used and 18,000 tonnes of CO2 gas is produced. Added to that the average

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After several days of unsuccessfully trying to log into blogger I somehow have mnaged to get on and submit a post! Am glad that I finally can as I was tiring of having to post a blog on Myspace instead.Well it's been a pretty quiet weekend. I'm visiting the folks which means a weekend of doing absolutely nothing at all. I've done a little baking, some reading and watched a lot of Jane Austen

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In my last post I realised that I'd failed to mention anything about the fact that its Easter. Well its Easter weekend. Here in England we get a bank holiday on Good Friday and Easter Monday. In Scotland they definitely don't have a bank holiday on the Monday, I remember being caught out by that the year I was working in Scotland. My Mum got to gloat about having a nice long weekend that year!In

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I'm still around, just been busy lately to be honest. A few weeks ago I went to Winchester to see LB for a long weekend. It was very nice, time to ourselves remembering why we're together :) aaaahhhh sweet :) Then the following weekend I went to stay at a friends house to go out drinking one night and then out to the cinema the following night. If you go to see Becoming Jane, take a big box of

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We were chatting about art in the office this morning. There had been an article in the local news about a sculpture at Newbiggin (click here for more details). Its been about 10 years since Anthony Gormley constructed the Angel of the North and this is apparently the biggest sculpture up here since then. Anthony Gormley has rather started taking over the country with his sculptures. Theres the

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Ok, so the last week has been difficult. I've really appreciated all the kind thoughts, comments, acts of compassion. It means a lot that ever those who have never met me are offering their support. Cancer is a terrible thing and I'm pretty sure everyone knows someone who has suffered or died from cancer. Only the other night my neighbour reeled off half her family as having died from one form of

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Just after 5pm my phone rang. I picked it up, said hello and all of a sudden the person at the other end of the phone shrieks 'don't you ever...'. At this point I'm panicking. It's my Mum's voice, she sounds angry and given I've done nothing to cause this I'm terrified as to whats going on.'Don't you ever ever tell me you aren't artistic!' she shrieks. 'Eh?' I reply, completely dumbfounded. I'd

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Well they've finally published the White Paper on Heritage Protection Review. It's a really important thing for British archaeology. I haven't read it fully yet but one of the things it has in it is making what I do statutory. If it gets through all the hoops it would make it the first statutory archaeology job in local government and provide us with a little more security. Will read through it

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If theres one thing I will take away with me from this experience it's that if I ever meet anyone going through something similar that I'm powerless to help them. The only word you can say is sorry and although it may seem lame, to me it's the expression that you at least care to say that. Sorry won't change whats happening but it shows your support. Its means so much more than saying nothing at

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I feel a bit of an idiot at the moment. I've managed to cry all over my boss this morning. Apparently it's normal and I.m allowed to etc but I still feel incredibly daft.I guess it's because its eventually sinking in. Yesterday they told my Grandma that the cancer is aggressive afterall and that it is already in the base of her brain. They've offered her chemotherapy but its to extend her life,

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Despite the gloomy forecast today for heavy rain I have managed a stint in the garden before it's started raining (though to be fair all its doing at the moment is getting more and more overcast!). I thought I'd move around the front and just weed as much as I could. I've decided any plants that are small and relatively recent must be weeds as it's been almost a year since my neighbour donated

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Last night was a lunar eclipse as I'm sure most people are aware. First total lunar eclipse in years! I went out and had a look every so often and tried to take some pictures. They were a bit of a failed event!My camera has lots of different settings and I thought I'd switch it on to 'nightscene mode' before I started taking pictures. This was such a bad idea as I ended up with a really long

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Urm well.. I did manage to get out and do some gardening today, hooray! Not much though... but at least I did some. I just ended up trying to weed around plants in my vegetable patch that I want to keep at the moment. You probably can't see any difference but here goes!BeforeAfterI also did some bits at the back of the border but I don't have any 'before' shots of them because I wasn't expecting

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It's 11:22 here and already I'm blogging. Well to be fair I'm actually flagging and I'm hoping by writing a blog post it will help inject some get up and go vibe into me. Thats the hope anyway! This morning I kept turning off the alarm after crashing into bed half dressed last night (I was *that* tired). So I ended up having to throw myself out of bed, throw some clothes on, grab the good old

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The weekend is almost here, hooray! Shame I have so much to try and fit in. Not only is it the weekend to pay rent and do all the usual chores and shopping but it's the first Sunday of the month so theres the farmer's market. Added to that is a car boot sale round the corner from it on the Sunday too. I also want to get out in the garden and as it's forecast for rain on Sunday I'll have to try

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Before I get started on this blog please don't feel I'm trying to be offensive. I am merely stating my personal views and they are connected to no one. No one I personally know has prompted me to write this blog and it has been a culmination of news and TV items I've seen of late. I am not anti-Christian or anti-religion, I just choose not to subscribe to one religion or another for my own

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I've been off work ill today, with a cold that just won't shift and going into work yesterday made me so much worse I made the decision to curl up and take lots of fluids. Anyway just randomly I started looking at some crazy statistics for my two blogs.At the moment this blog averages 8 hits per day (although this hasn't been happening for the last few days). To get this to jump to 9 I'd need

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I finally managed to get out into the garden and do some work!!! I've not done huge amounts really but its definitely a start. I started off by clearing those awful bits of plant on the wrong side of my border. Turns out they've managed to grow bulbs right between the crack between the bricks and the path so I was trying to dig it up with very little success.BeforeAfterI also got rid of a couple

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One of the things I'm planning to do to keep me occupied is have a try at growing vegetables. It's extremely practical given even when they extend my contract I'll be leaving in December/January so theres no point working hard on buying nice plants etc for a place I'll be leaving. So vegetable it is!I've chosen roughly where I want to grow my vegetables, in a patch right at the front of my garden

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Well I keep promising the photographs so here goes :) Excuse the fact it may take some time to load!I went to Winchester last weekend to see LB. I was really nervous as I've never been quite that far on a train before. I think... maybe Rugby to Glasgow is about as long but I have only done that route twice. Anyway, I somehow managed to get there in one piece and have a wonderful weekend with LB.

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I still haven't written a blog about my weekend in Winchester but all in good time :) Need to choose the best photographs first!I've really been enjoying my Saturday so far. I dashed out the house when I found that a book I wanted was in at the library (online catalogues are such a beautiful thing!) and went to grab it. There are definite upsides to living opposite the local library! I also

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Last night LB complained at me again for not writing a blog post. Problem is that I'm not entirely sure what to write. I'll probably do a post tonight about my recent trip to Winchester complete with pictures of the stunning cathedral. Apart from that though very very little has happened. I've had no joy with job applications, work continues to plod on and theres been no news on the Grandma

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So much blogging and webspace today will be taken up with the death of Anna Nicole Smith. I've decided therefore not to waste my breath on the issue. Afterall whatever you may think of the woman she's dead and leaves behind a child. Instead I've decided to blog about something what has eclipsed the news of Ms Smith's death over here in the UK... the snow.I can say with utmost confidence that here

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Yes it appears that perhaps I have been asking too much of whoever is up there of late. Or at least thats how I explain the fact I don't appear to have an interview for the job I really really really wanted and that I've been struck down with a nasty bug since late on Monday evening. I won't go into details, they're not pleasant. Suffice to say although I spent a lot of time yesterday sleeping

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Last time I blogged I sort of did a half hearted attempt to tackle the 'who am I' issue. Well.. I kind of figure I have better things to worry about at the moment. (I apologise in advance this is going to be a very long blog post, with pictures!)LB has been here since last Tuesday. It was real sad to have to let him go home today. I've really enjoyed having him here and the effortless lifestyle

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This is probably going to be my last blog post for a few days. I tend not to blog when I have guests!This evening I felt the need to ask myself 'who am I?'. I'm feeling a little lost at the moment I must admit. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, the current frustrations at work, having to accept that my Grandma may be terminal after all, the time of the year or that I'm coming up to that time of the

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I usually don't like agreeing with psychotic killers but I think I have to agree with Brenda Spencer on this one. I don't like Mondays.Mondays are bad enough in that I have to deal with the creepy guy in the office. He tried to tell me he wasn't a monster today. Maybe he's been watching all the news articles about stalkers recently and realised he comes across as one... or maybe thats too much to

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At present I'm trying to avoid doing a job application. I'm half way through, have done all the easy bits like name, address, current job title etc and am now stuck on that vast text box 'additional information'. I'm going to force myself to write that tonight but right now I've lost concentration on the whole thing.Last night I was watching Star Trek: First Contact on Channel 4. I didn't need to

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It's really struck me lately that things I would expect to see in the top searches of blogs just aren't there. For some reason I can this strange belief that people would search for other people's comments about the latest happenings around the world. In reality peoples searches seem to be limited to the IT/internet/technology world.Take for example today's little list. YouTube, Iphone, Myspace

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Following on from yesterday's little rant about freedom of choice LB and I chatted about it on the phone last night. In particular cropped up the ban the government are imposing on smoking in pubs, bars etc here in England. The ban which was announced on the 1st December will come into effect on the 1st July (click here for the full story). Now essentially this this is preventing people from

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In the news today is an extraordinary story about York imposing a ban on foie gras. "Why?" you might well ask. Well foie gras is the liver of a duck or as goose that has been fattened by being force fed. So yes they're banning the product of animal cruelty.However, although I disagree with the force feeding, I strongly disagree with what York City Council are doing. Have standards and beliefs is

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It's 11:30 and I already just want to go home and bury my head in the sand. 4 hours sleep is not enough and an hour stood photocopying at 7:30 in the morning is just torture (although you do manage to miss the queues).My headaches have returned in the last week and I generally feel under the weather. That coupled with the infuriating realisation that a lot of my work is not actually doing

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Somehow I managed to survive my talk yesterday. Despite getting very little sleep the night before because my brain was still coming up with introductions and ways of explaining how to fill in proformas and wouldn't go to sleep I managed to talk without any yawns. I also somehow managed to come across as confident and not nervous in the slightest, apparently. I even got one or two compliments

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Just a reminder to everyone who pops by1) Anyone can leave a comment - you don't have to sign in or leave your name2) I've updated my profile to include my e-mail address (northumberland_girl@yahoo.co.uk) so that any readers can contact me privately if they wish.

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Ok so when I woke up this morning I did my usual try to sleep through the alarm, set it on snooze and after 10/15 minutes give up. I then go to the toilet before checking my e-mails (my new computer lives in the spare bedroom where the desk is) and then when I'm half way awake I go downstairs to turn on BBC Breakfast News and eat some cereal. What I didn't expect was to see this outside my window

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I woke up this morning to find a fine dusting of snow outside! yay! The world hasn't ended after all, we still get snow!

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I'd heard the track 'Last Request' by Paolo Nutini a few times. Most recently had been when I was at home for Christmas and it turned up on one of my Dad's playlists we were listening to on his new ipod on Christmas day. We like music in our family. Dad's on his second ipod already, my sister has one, my Mum keeps getting the latest old one going (this time round it's my Dad's old one) and I have

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For want of a better title for this blog post I've chosen Sunday because it is Sunday, still... for the next 2 hours and 53 minutes at any rate, or is that 52 now...hmm...It's been such a typical weekend day. I've been cleaning again, particularly after all the mess I made last night trying to make custard. Do I do anything other than cleaning I sometimes wonder. Even my kitchen is tidy (don't

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Well, I think I can safely say I need practice at making custard!I decided to have my apple crumble part way through watching Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark (there are days I wish archaeology could be that exciting!). So I'd heated up the oven, put the crumble in (Marks & Spencers I'm afraid, too much like hard work to cook one from scratch for just me!) and grabbed the custard

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Ok, yet another Saturday is almost over, and what did I do with it? Not an awful lot it must be said.So far I've done some surfing, responded to some e-mails, cleaned up my e-mail in box and struggled to the shops to stock up before the nasty weather to start only to walk out the supermarket into driving wind and rain... hmm.... The good news is I have milk, custard powder and an apple crumble...

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In truth I miss LB horribly. This last week has dragged on and on and it will be several weeks before I can go to visit him. Long distance relationships are hard, but as LB once said when I asked him how do we cope, 'it's not about how we cope, we just have to or we just break up'. The either or thing kind of scares you into making the best of it because you really don't want to loose him.So I

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Recently the Institute of Field Archaeologists (or IFA for short) expelled one of their members. To me that should signify the end of whatever the issue happens to be. Sadly it seems that this has opened up a vitriolic can of worms.Before I say anymore I'd like to say that I won't be mentioning anyones names. Not the person expelled, nor anyone involved in the case. To me that detracts from the

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So Saturday LB and I went to Newcastle. It wasn't so windy here and the sun was out and despite it being a little chilly we thought the weather was good. When we got to Newcastle though LB had to put his hat in his coat pocket because the wind was so bad!First of all we wandered through town and headed towards the Quayside. Then I saw some steps that I thought we'd try and somehow we ended up at

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First of all, I have a new computer! Yay! I bought it at the weekend and I'm exceedingly happy with it. I have two massive hard drives, one 80GB and one 250GB (my laptop only had about 20GB so its a huge difference!) and the spec is so much better than my old laptop anyway that I can't remember how I managed with it! So I can now go back to blogging properly, using MySpace and generally actually

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Its interesting what you learn at work sometimes. Today there has been a discussion about "Thankful Villages". I don't expect any of you will haveheard of this term before, I certainly hadn't and nor has anyone I've spoken to.Thankful Villages are those villages that didn't loose a single soldier during World War I. All their sons came home alive. Perhaps what isn't surprising (given that over

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[I wrote this post last Monday but I wasn't sure whether I should post it. A very kind man called Andrew offered to read it through and said I should post it, no changes or anything. So thank you Andrew for your help.]I want the National Health Service (NHS) to be more human.As some of you who have been reading my blog will know my Grandma has been battling cancer. It was all good news a few

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Thank you John, I'll miss all of you guys too if I'm away too long :(The good news is in a freaky bout of coincidence someone put a computer upfor sale on the work message board yesterday. It's a pretty good spec anda very decent price (much less than the top price I could go for). I go tosee it and buy it on Sunday so hopefully early next week I will be backproperly! It also has a pretty big

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Yes it's official my little laptop has finally bitten the dust. The newcable I got a few months ago just extended its life briefly. So I have nointernet access or anything except through work and funnily enough itdoesn't like the Blogger site (or Myspace, or Facebook or a lot of myusual haunts). So I'm just going to have to blog by e-mail during lunchbreaks. So forgive the fact that my posts will

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So far no one has asked me about this, thankfully. Its a question I loathe. I don't make New Years resolutions. If I want to change my life I don't need to do it on 1st January. I mean what makes New Year a particularly good time to start doing things you don't really want to do but feel you ought to? The days are really short, daylight is low even when it is daytime, the weather is miserable and

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There is a farmers market that comes to my town the first Sunday of every month. I've been here over 18 months now and had failed to manage to go any of the times its been here. Sundays are generally a bit of a problem as its my lie in day (I feel you need at least one of these a week with no alarms, nothing) so getting up for the start of the market at 9:30 is a little troublesome.Well this

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Today has been the start of my first weekend back at home since Christmas. It’s weekends like these that remind me how much I enjoy having my own space. There’s something wonderfully relaxing about being able to wake up when you want, eat what you want, when you want and to basically run the day the way you choose. I love my family very very much but sometimes what makes you appreciate them all

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On Thursday I read the most ridiculous thing in the news. Apparently about 7.4 million pounds (that’s about 14.3 million US dollars, 11 million euros or 13576 million South-Korean Won for all my international friends :)) is being spent on a scheme to put black tape on the desks of civil servants to tell them where their pens should be. That’s an awful lot of money to waste on sticking strips of

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Well we're firmly into 2007 and I have somehow yet to write a blog entry. I returned from my parents on Tuesday despite all the troubles on the railway lines. It seems to me that there is no end in sight for those of us who travel by train. Tuesday heralded the start of a price rise (above inflation in some cases) for tickets sold by most of the rail operators in this country. Some were even

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I'd like to start off by apologising. I feel this is probably going to be a long post but if you stick with it and read it to the end you might find some interesting points to discuss.I guess in a way I was whoring this blog yesterday with the whole 'Technorati Challenge' thing. Lets be realistic though, it was never going to up my number of hits very much at all and really that wasn't the point.

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Ok I've come up with a bit of a challenge for anyone out there who is bored. It's a very very simple game. Simply visit Technorati at http://technorati.com and take a look at their top searches at the top left hand corner of the page. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (yes I know cheesy line!) is to attempt a blog post where you talk about all the things in the top searches :) It

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As usual my Christmas has been wonderfully quiet and uneventful. Everyone has been genial and fairly happy and so far we have avoided rows and bad feeling. It's nice to be able to say that as I know not everyone can. I think the only member of the family not enjoying the festive season is the younger cat Maddy. For some reason opening presents, the wrapping paper, the whole holiday in general

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I can't go a day without checking the news on the BBC news website. Even if its just to glance at the headlines like I did yesterday. I just can't go without my daily fix.One of the things I most enjoy about the website is that I often find myself reading articles about things I never knew anything about and end up learning something new. A couple of days ago I came across this article on French

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I'm sat here this morning (although in a few minutes it will be the afternoon!) listening to the beautiful choral music that is wafting through the house as my parents try to finish the last minute hoovering. For me that means Christmas really is here. All we need now is the scent of christmas spices to truely complete the picture.Yesterday we did our last few pieces of Christmas shopping. The

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I travel by train quite a lot as I don't drive. Thursday I came down to my parents and I have to say it was an utter nightmare! I'd specifically booked seats on my first train as I was going to be on it for about 4 hours. I happened to be booked in the one carriage they decided not to honour any of the seat reservations for! I was disgusted with the train company (which will remain nameless for

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I usually dislike messages that tell you to forward it on to many many people, especially when they tell you dire things will happen to you if you don't. Today I saw a friend's bulletin on Myspace and thought it was different and beautiful. So I've decided to repost it below.What would you do?....you make the choice.Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is:

Self Confessed Walkoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383432759087022421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550503.post-1166615176459050982006-12-20T11:46:00.000Z2006-12-20T11:46:16.473Z

I've just noticed I've managed to name the last two posts the same! Theyare different, promise! Just can't change the name at the moment as I'mremotely accessing the blog via e-mail. I plead lack of working braincells!

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Today is the actual day of the office move. However we're waiting for ourturn with the furniture removal men so I'm still kicking my heels. A muchbigger team is moving to the space just beyond us first so we just have towait. My bosses have decided to start sorting out their bit anyway andhave taken round some of the furniture they can move just the two of them(a table, a desk, that sort of thing

Self Confessed Walkoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383432759087022421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550503.post-1166531802242526502006-12-19T12:36:00.000Z2006-12-19T12:36:43.226Z

Its half 12 and I'm still bored and bouncing of walls. Logging 19thcentury wells and sheepfolds in the database is just not doing it for me.Added to that the wall they painted yesterday is still giving off fumesand I'm helpfully sitting next to it... hmm... perhaps not a sensiblemove.Just been trying to eat lunch but the fridge has frozen half mysandwiches... hmm... you really start to question

Self Confessed Walkoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383432759087022421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550503.post-1166519621232524902006-12-19T09:13:00.000Z2007-01-21T21:52:47.791Z

I've decided the best way to relieve my boredom today is to post severalblog posts. Then I can share my mind numbing boredom with everyone else :)I'd like to that the opportunity early on in this post to gently remindpeople that anyone can posts comments on this blog. You can even do itanonymously! And if you're feeling really shy you can always e-mail me atnorthumberland_girl@yahoo.co.uk . I'll

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One of the most off putting things about this office move is all thestares I keep getting. When I was sitting alongside the corridor withoutany bookcases people's eyes were naturally drawn to the fact there wasnothing separating our office from the corridor at that point. It was deadannoying but you couldn't do anything about it.Now, I'm hot desking further down the office where only one of

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I have had an exceptionally frustrating day at work and have had to work a short day because I really just couldn't work. Office moves can be such a bad idea!Two floors of our building are gradually moving around. Some people are moving round to the other side of the building, others are moving whole floors. Its been going on for several weeks and suffice to say its somewhat of a nightmare! Teams

Self Confessed Walkoverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383432759087022421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550503.post-1166363974839924512006-12-17T13:57:00.000Z2006-12-17T13:59:34.870Z

Its good to hear from you guys J Harry, I am disappointed you haven’t blogged for a while!Yesterday going into Newcastle was a spectacularly bad idea! Not only is it a bad idea to visit the city so close to Christmas but I also managed to choose the same day as Newcastle United were playing a home match… to say the city was heaving would be an understatement! Ah well, you live and learn!Have you

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It’s been so busy of late I’ve hardly had time to stop and think. I realise this is nothing to moving house like Jenna is at the moment (the memories of moving in June 2005 have faded probably because its just so stressful!). I’ve not been keeping up with everyone’s blogs, sorry! So what exactly have I been up to? Well last weekend I went to visit my parents so I could attend a conference for

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Well as you've probably guessed from my lack of messages that my life has been somewhat busy of late. Too much work! Too much to do in general! Thing is it's just going to get worse over the next few weeks. Today I'm off to see family ahead of a conference on Monday so I won't be back til the middle of next week. I've just got to get there as there has been a massive problem on the railway south

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