tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190102012024-03-13T04:51:07.043+00:0024 Years and Counting.Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.comBlogger265125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-83832260111550260642015-09-17T00:57:00.001+01:002015-09-17T01:02:37.665+01:00The Internet Never Forgets.How does this blog even exist after three years of forgetting I had it?<br />
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I'm 30 years young now.<br />
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Homeowner.<br />
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Divorcee.
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Student.
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Lactose intolerant.
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Former drug user.
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STILL GAY!Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-26773044088519551052012-09-06T00:20:00.001+01:002012-09-06T00:20:09.097+01:00The Bark That Screeches.It was 2am<br />
My bedroom window was open because it was a warm summer's eve.<br />
I was asleep, probably having impure dreams of Anna Skellern.<br />
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When there it was, the noise that was halfway between a screech and a bark. It was loud, it was close and it was terrifying! It woke me up.<br />
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I sat up, looked around, checked for monsters, realised there weren't any.... then held my breath to focus on the sound. It passed beneath my first floor window at some speed, it's bark/screach started to fade as it got further and further away until i could no longer hear it.<br />
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I sank into my bed, covers above my head, heart racing. If the monsters weren't in my room then were they down my street? <br />
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I tried to settled, eventually falling back into a fitful sleep.<br />
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The next morning i peeked out my window, no sign of monsters. Perhaps an alien invasion? The news never mentioned any. So i googled the question 'what goes "bark-screech" in the night?'<br />
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It was a fox.<br />
No aliens<br />
No monsters<br />
Just a fox.<br />
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It could be hotter than the sun in my room, but you can be damn sure i'm sleeping with the window closed from now on.<br />
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I thought for sure it was a monster....Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-87848070207838070252012-08-24T01:44:00.001+01:002012-08-24T01:48:40.027+01:00No Title. I don't know if there are more bad people in the world than there are good people? <br />
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The reason i'm wondering is because i simply cannot understand how anyone can abuse an animal. How scared must the animal be? How alone and utterly confused must it be when it's being kicked, puched or set on fire, for what? It can't ask, an animal has no way of asking for help, it can't beg or plead for the pain to stop. <br />
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I just dont understand, how are people able to live with the things they do? How do they continue to sleep eat & breathe. How? How? How?!<br />
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I'm ashamed of people, of the human race, of what we've become. Cowards. Lazy, selfish, spiteful, ungrateful cowards.<br />
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The world is a beautiful place. <br />
Its beauty is ruined by the ugliness that inhabits it.Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-49349493490638483992012-07-08T02:18:00.001+01:002012-07-08T02:18:33.400+01:00Fifty Shades of LesbianOh I folded like a cheap deckchair. <br />
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Despite my better judgement i am halfway through the second record breaking book written by El James, but all i have to say is.... you know you are a lesbian when you read Fifty Shades of Grey and you don't give a flying feck about Christian, but lust after Ana instead. <br />
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That is all.Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-17337263738228573002012-01-27T15:24:00.003+00:002012-01-27T15:39:17.048+00:00The Blind DateShould I?<br />Shouldn't I?<br />Are Blind Dates EVER successful?<br /><br />Kinda sorta know someone whom I haven't been formally introduced to who would like to go on a date. I'm dubious. Previous relationships have been entered after a period of friendship, therefore at least SOME knowledge of the person's background/history/personality have been acquired. But a BLIND date? <br /><br />Eek.<br /><br />Lets weigh the pros and cons<br /><br />Pros<br />it may work<br />we may like each other<br />the suspense and excitement<br />trying something new<br />a nice evening out<br />if nothing else I may make a new friend<br /><br />Cons<br />not knowing<br />could be walking into my death<br />she could be rude/racist/ignorant<br />she may smell bad<br />we may not get on<br />she may not like me<br />I may not like her<br />she may look NOTHING like her picture<br />a wasted evening<br />she's a Gemini<br /><br /><br />Hmm. The cons outweigh the pros... my mind is made up then, I'm going on a blind date.<br /><br />Wish me luck!!<br /><em>Obviously</em> I'm going to need it.Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-30376260290149365092012-01-12T19:12:00.002+00:002012-01-12T19:21:09.054+00:00The Straight CrushAhhh the Straight Girl Crush. It has, alas, happened to me. I've been waiting for this. I'd often hear my friends talk about someone they fancied who was unattainable due to sexual preference, but I'd never fallen victim to this unfortunate situation.... until now.<br /><br />She's tall, she's funny, she has the most amazingly soft (I assume) lips. <br /><br />Le sigh.<br /><br />Live to dream.<br /><br />I'm 26, I feel silly! I shouldn't have 'crushes' I should have 'maturely identified feelings of warmth'. uhm hmm.<br /><br />Oh I bet she's warm.<br />She smells good too.<br /><br />Le Sigh.Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-82828969963640153472011-12-11T16:43:00.002+00:002011-12-11T16:48:09.965+00:00Almost.Died.Laughing!Henry obviously wasn't the smartest cat out of the litter.<br /><br /><object width="420" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpoAsitxZUE?version=3&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpoAsitxZUE?version=3&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-30535063526623747802011-11-28T15:23:00.001+00:002011-11-28T15:24:15.836+00:00The Talking Confession.Sometimes, when I'm alone, I talk to myself.Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-44874887418710138582011-10-13T21:53:00.003+01:002011-10-13T22:13:28.873+01:00The Mind BogglesIt's amazing the types of people I have met in this past year. I never really thought about my circle of friends not being very diverse in any way, career, ethnicity, background etc. But on Tuesday night I found myself sitting around a table with a Portuguese man, a privately educated woman, and an Indian woman. Then there was me. I'd describe myself as being raised at the lower end of middle class.<br /><br />It's mind boggling how each step the four of us have taken as individuals, lead us to that exact moment around that exact table. What is our common denominator? Pharmacy.... but what if one of us had made a decision that lead us into a different career? Would three out of the four still have ended up around that table?<br /><br />The mind boggles!<br /><br />The world is huge, I forget that, but every now and then something snaps me back to how significant everything you do really can be.<br /><br />J started in Mumbai and came to England to study, she applied for a job in my pharmacy for pocket money, but really enjoyed the job so changed her field of study.<br /><br />A started in Portugal. He grew up there and studied to be a pharmacist there, but found that the pay was much better in the UK. He was introduced to my pharmacy through a Spanish friend, liked it so much he now works full time.<br /><br />I answered an add in the paper while looking for a career change.<br /><br />V's father owns the pharmacy myself, J and A work in.<br /><br />The mind really. does. boggle!Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-74343094389614985732011-09-24T22:40:00.002+01:002011-09-24T22:46:15.166+01:00The breath philosophy<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Life</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">is not measured by the breaths we take</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">but by the moments that take our</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Breath away</span></div>Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-1482961690939039892011-08-28T19:39:00.004+01:002011-08-28T20:08:01.455+01:00The Air Bed Let Down.I need to tell you that the pods (see last blog) were a great alternative to sleeping in a tent. Dry, warm and cozy. Just what the Dr demanded!
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<br />I think, no, I know that I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but camping is <em>exhausting</em> and it was made worse by having to sleep on the floor.
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<br />Why did we sleep on the floor and not take a camp bed/air bed? Good question, and here's the answer. I borrowed a blow up bed from a friend, said friend neglected to tell me that the bed needed electricity to be inflated.... camping generally means you don't have electricity, that's why you go. The bastard! My 26 year old bones creaked and cracked for a week!
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<br />I was sitting in front of a waterfall in the Northumberland National Park (where we spent the weekend). It was beautiful, amazing, awe inspiring... I loved it. But I just kept thinking about the ex. It's irritating. It's been five months, she's obviously moved on and forgotten what we had( if we ever had it). I was sitting there thinking of all the promises she'd made, all the plans she told me she had for or future. I think, ultimately it's not her I miss. She did hurt me quite despicably, after all. It's not the time we spent together, her voice or her soft skin. Nope. All of that is tainted by how easily she hurt me.
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<br />It's the future I thought we were going to have. We'd talked about it, I'd dreamt of it, she told me she couldn't wait for it. But Now it's gone.
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<br />Anyway, someone left a comment and asked me about Captcha plugins? I had no idea what they were so I did a google. I don't have a captcha plugin, if I do, it's provided by blogspot. Google has lots of links of websites that let you download a plugin for free?.... That's the extent of my knowledge I'm afraid.
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<br />Lie!
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<br />I'm going to be sleeping in a <a href="http://www.campingandcaravanningclub.co.uk/ukcampsites/alternative-camping/bellingham/">Pod</a>.
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<br />Yay!
<br />Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-34642174922243996492011-07-28T17:22:00.002+01:002011-07-28T17:49:53.655+01:00Belle De JourI recently read the book <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Intimate_Adventures_of_a_London_Call_Girl">The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl</a> after it was recommended to me by a friend. I enjoyed the concept of the book, getting a glimpse into the dark and dingy world of a 'lady of the night' type figure. Belle herself is, by all accounts, a dirty cow. <em>Ahem. </em>And she doesn't just stick to the night either. She does weekdays, weekends, lunch breaks....<br /><br />I made the mistake of reading the book while on the bus to work once. I was at a particularly seedy part about feces and clients wanting said feces on body parts and Belle obliging. I was cringing and ewwing and grossing when I suddenly became aware of my surroundings and the woman sitting next to me. "Good book?" she asked. How could I explain that in the book there was someone being paid, quite handsomely, to shit on someone Else's chest? "Great romance." I replied.<br /><br />I just hope the poor old woman didn't make a mental note of the title and buy it. I can just imagine her sitting by the fire, slippers on, cup of coco at the ready about to tuck into some hunky Mr Darcy type character whisking away his Elizabeth. Only to find that in the real world Elizabeth is being paid to crap all over Mr Darcy's chest.<br /><br />Yeah.... never going to watch Pride and Prejudice again without that image in your head are you?!Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-43983995722858343152011-07-16T21:48:00.003+01:002011-07-16T21:50:44.292+01:00Henry<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAmpomNY5Qk/TiH5c4IP-QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nLYT6LZGSRg/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630055283688470786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAmpomNY5Qk/TiH5c4IP-QI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nLYT6LZGSRg/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-75835140096435723922011-07-02T22:15:00.003+01:002011-07-02T22:45:13.275+01:00Heartbreak & HenryIt's been three months now since the ex dumped me and I'm still no closer to understanding why. In her parting speech she told me that she loved me but that the split was best for both of us. How do you dump someone you love?<br /><br />A million times I've mulled over what she said; "I love you, <em><strong>but</strong></em>...."<br />I know without a shadow of a doubt, how bad I felt inside, how lost, alone and torn in two I was that I couldn't possibly have inflicted such pain on myself, or her. So I've come to the conclusion that she wasn't in love at all, and she knew it but was too much of a coward to tell me. Unfortunately these past three months have proved to me that I was. Oh well.... live and learn my fellow humans.<br /><br />On the up side, there's a new little guy in my life. He's ten weeks old and a mischievous little bugger! He's a kitten and his name is Henry. Doris didn't like him at first, but now she's the doting big sister and keeping him safe. I think once she realised that she was still my gorgeous little feline friend and I didn't feel any less for her, she was willing to give Henry a chance. They're now the best of siblings. :)<br /><br />Mug shot of Henry to follow.... he's a poser!Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-72703042626347040192011-06-02T20:29:00.004+01:002011-06-02T20:47:33.966+01:00Tuesdays onlySo, I'm single again..... long story short, <u><i><a href="http://auburnqt.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-wrong-ok-i-said-it.html">she</a></i></u> dumped me..... reason for the dumping? I'll get back to you when I know.<br /><br />It seems relationship trouble is a common occurrence at the moment. I know a fair few people who have recently joined the proverbial fish in the sea after what they assumed was a good relationship, turned sour.<br /><br />My friend, we'll call her Addy, recently split from a relationship of four years, it was supposedly a mutual agreement that the relationship had run it's course and therefore they would part on friendly terms. Addy had exited the relationship with the house and cats, while the ex got the car (her choice). Addy went away for the weekend, so asked the ex to stay in the house to 'cat'sit'. The ex agreed. When Addy arrived home she found that the ex had burnt her garden fence down and manipulated the boiler (this is the best part) to only allow Addy to have hot water on a <em><strong>Tuesday.</strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />Can you believe it? I almost died laughing when Addy told me she had to pop to her mums every day except Tuesday to have a shower because she had no idea how to reset the boiler.<br /><br /><em>Hi - larious!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em>Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-61983114922135797872011-03-25T10:32:00.003+00:002011-03-25T10:49:23.347+00:00From Paris With.... Urine?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJr5dxkhRWI/TYxvvIpaSMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VZLqMQ48xSs/s1600/100_2110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587964093225650370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJr5dxkhRWI/TYxvvIpaSMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VZLqMQ48xSs/s320/100_2110.jpg" /></a><br /><p> </p><p>I took the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">euro star</span> from London to Paris a few weeks ago, it was one of the many things on my 'to do' list of life, simply for the experience. I have to say, Paris itself in a wonderful place. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">There's</span> so much history in every building that you wonder what secrets are in each one of those bricks.</p><p>While Paris as a place was wonderful, the Parisians as people, sadly, were not. Perhaps I just met a bad batch? But they would spit, smoke, urinate, throw <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rubbish</span> all over their beautiful city! A few times I'd just be wandering along, staring at various oddities then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">BAM</span>! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">there'd</span> be a man facing a wall, urinating. Yuck! I got off the metro to find a man spitting into a coffee cup, then discard the cup onto the floor. Then on my last day, walking toward Gare <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">de</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nore</span> station, a bus pulled out and was hit by a passing van, taking its <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wing mirror</span> off!</p><p>If I every go again I'll wear a neon <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hazmat</span> suit!</p><p>I still enjoyed every minute of it though.... the smell of urine added to the experience. :)</p>Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-46503018920813612132011-02-23T13:45:00.004+00:002011-02-23T13:50:19.436+00:00Tired and in BedHave you ever been so tired that the only thing you can think about all day is getting into your big comfortable bed and going to sleep?..... Then when the time comes and you're finally tucked up you put off going to sleep for a little while so you can enjoy being tired?<br /><br />Yes I know, I'm a wierdo.... so my girlfriend says.... she's a wench!Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-59348686812220754642010-11-03T18:35:00.002+00:002010-11-03T18:42:38.583+00:00Autumn Leaves.Is it Novemeber? Already? Well the leaves are changing colour and are falling gracefully to the ground, the nights are drawing in before dinner and the wind offers no remorse.<br /><br />Yep, I'd say that's Autumn.<br /><br />My summer jacket is hanging in my wardrobe and my winter coat is on the peg by the front door. My plimsoles have made way to boots and my t-shirts have lost the battle to jumpers.<br /><br />Don't be mistaken, I'm not complaining. I've been looking for an excuse to be wrapped in my girlfriends arms more often and for longer.<br /><br />Found one.<br /><br />Happy Autumn. :)Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-70240741563183624062010-09-21T22:03:00.002+01:002010-09-21T22:09:12.713+01:00Anywhere but Here....?Sometimes when I'm at work I think 'why am I here?'. I could be Thai Boxing in Thailand, Relaxing on a Gondola in Italy, Skiing in Switzerland or having Coffee in France.<br /><br />But no. I'm serving an overweight bald guy who has sweat beads on his top lip with condoms.<br /><br />Yay me?Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-87652929689653595882010-08-24T21:15:00.002+01:002010-08-24T21:26:23.627+01:00Love is?Me and my girlfriend were discussing the difference between "loving" and being "in love" this is what we came up with<br /><br />loving someone is respecting them and and enjoying having them in your life.<br />Being in love with someone is all of the above and much more. It's an intense and life altering experience that you can neither control or explain.<br /><br />Just sayin' :-)Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-8364746406041423172010-06-16T22:12:00.000+01:002010-06-16T22:15:20.066+01:00Summer? Is that you?I'm too hot so i take the duvet off, then i'm cold so i put it back on, then i'm hot again....Then i stick my leg out, but i'm convinced spiders will get me!Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-17564596797054381702010-06-15T22:03:00.000+01:002010-06-15T22:08:11.461+01:00Shin Meet Drawerthere is a drawer under the bed where the sheets are kept and i'd left it open after i got the sheets out.... Yeah, just walked into it! Ouch!<br /><br />Ps: just blogged via mobile phone. Oh yeah, im hip....Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-56755695251188892622010-06-10T19:54:00.003+01:002010-06-10T20:14:00.063+01:00Skys The Limit<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/TBE1hs6HVII/AAAAAAAAAWc/SgQw2VhB-pg/s1600/100_1584.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481221074593469570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/TBE1hs6HVII/AAAAAAAAAWc/SgQw2VhB-pg/s320/100_1584.jpg" /></a>This is the only reason there is to get onto a plane. Not even the promise of sun, sand and sea is better than the feeling of being above the clouds, looking down on them instead of up at them helps me appreciate them. From this view they don't just look like bags full of rain about to ruin the good weather.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I Just got back from a holiday in Majorca. Beautiful island. The sea was the clearest and most turquoise I've ever seen. I went up mountains (Sant Salvador) and into caves The 'Hams', went wine tasting (although I don't like wine) and paid over the odds for a vodka and lemonade!<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Although I am of the opinion that it's a misconception that holidays refresh you. I'm tired out!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/TBE5CHmykbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NQd7_j0M9Bw/s1600/100_1587.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481224930050871730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/TBE5CHmykbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NQd7_j0M9Bw/s200/100_1587.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div>Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010201.post-8535327034454253892010-04-23T18:01:00.004+01:002010-04-23T18:14:25.670+01:00Summer is Arriving!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/S9HU0ntuHsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kSiMqP7nTYY/s1600/20042010255.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463381823456157378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/S9HU0ntuHsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kSiMqP7nTYY/s200/20042010255.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Excited much?<br /><br />I'm already in the summer spirit and spent last weekend at a place named <a href="http://www.rutlandwater.org.uk/"><u>Rutland Water</u></a>. I'd highly recommend the place if you enjoy quiet days out. We had a picnic, hired bicycles and ate ice cream, the idea of hiring a tandem entered my head, but quickly exited once I realised I'd probably end up cycling for two people rather than just little ol' me!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Take a picnic, enjoy the sun, listen to the gentle swish of the current. It's a beautiful place. </div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/S9HVNnADMFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lLZVvJfJELc/s1600/20042010263.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463382252761329746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hphfDgyxLkU/S9HVNnADMFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lLZVvJfJELc/s200/20042010263.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Auburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745551766332763088noreply@blogger.com1