<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881</id><updated>2011-06-08T07:23:53.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate eClaire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-110650894695137610</id><published>2005-01-23T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:35:46.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Blogger....I'm sorry, ive been very lax with the business that it blogging.  I'd like to have the excuse that i've been busy but....i haven't.Christmas was excellent this year, family and friends round, too much food, too much alcohol and far too much money spent on presents but hey-ho. New Year was a different story, I had the most awful cold (along with most of the country) and spent the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/110650894695137610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/110650894695137610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110650894695137610' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-110236611897513526</id><published>2004-12-06T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T20:48:38.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ghosties &amp; Ghoulies...part oneWell, I survived. The castle was fantastic, exactly how I had imagined it to be.  We arrived at 5pm on the Monday, it was pitch black.  The door to the wing we were staying in was opened by the caretaker (just think Richard O'Brien in the Rocky Horror Picture Show...'won't you...come...inside?').  The apartment was amazing.  It was converted servants quarters.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/110236611897513526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/110236611897513526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110236611897513526' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109994448055441277</id><published>2004-11-08T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:10:18.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must Try HarderOh dear, i've not been very good at blogging lately have I? tut tut...I must mend my ways, maybe it can be my new year resolution ...'I promise to blog more often.' But to be honest, if i'm true to form, that resolution will last all of two or three days.I've been working hard and having fun. Friends birthdays, bonfire parties (please read my friends blogs to update, they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109994448055441277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109994448055441277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109994448055441277' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109570842533276641</id><published>2004-09-20T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:31:15.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday I had planned to finish decorating my bedroom. Hang the rest of the wallpaper finish off the painting...but I didn't, I went shopping instead. I did look at curtains though, honest. I bought some lovely jeans and had to stop myself buying several shirts from Per Una at M&amp;S.Sunday Mum and I went to Hampton Court Palace. It was London Open Access weekend (last year I went to Royal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109570842533276641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109570842533276641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109570842533276641' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109501193741127253</id><published>2004-09-12T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:58:57.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elbow deep in sprouts and parsnips today.  Helping out again at the Farm Shop which I haven't done for a while.  They've offered me as many weekends as I want to work from now until Christmas so shortage of money shouldn't be so much of a problem  yay!Saturday I did very little.  My hung over (for a change) Brother came over with an armful of DVD's and we sat and watched such classics as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109501193741127253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109501193741127253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109501193741127253' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109449575861309569</id><published>2004-09-06T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:35:58.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wore a shirt to work today - never done that before. ...Just thought i'd mention it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109449575861309569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109449575861309569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109449575861309569' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109429041873227000</id><published>2004-09-04T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T10:33:38.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update TimeLisa was home for a brief spell with Maggie which was great.  Maggie is beautiful and very smiley.  We had a BBQ at Katy's on Bank Holiday Sunday which was fun.Went to Claire's for dinner and a bottle of wine and pizza later we decided it would be a good idea to mix cocktails - several later (having found one we liked) we realised we had bright blue tongues and called it a night (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109429041873227000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109429041873227000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109429041873227000' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109199965700540526</id><published>2004-08-08T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:14:17.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day Three...We took the cable car from Canazei to Pecol and walked about half an hour into the little town of Pordoi.  Here we had a lovely beer and perused the shops for tacky souvenirs, we found lots but decided against making any purchases.We then took the second cable car up to the summit of Sass Pordoi.  The views from the top were spectacular and we both took lots of pictures and asked a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109199965700540526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109199965700540526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109199965700540526' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109147745972949567</id><published>2004-08-02T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:10:59.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ItalyIt was beautiful.  After an early start on the Wednesday morning (4am alarm call) it was a nice smooth check-in at Gatwick followed by McD's breakfast and a quick mooch around the Duty Free shops before boarding.  I was very excited at this point as I hadn't been on a plane in about 7 years (i know, so sad).  We took off on time, had a nice (well, not too bad) cooked  breakfast on board.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109147745972949567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109147745972949567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109147745972949567' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109109484796147437</id><published>2004-07-29T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:54:07.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, i've been at home now for far too long, i'm actually starting to enjoy morning t.v.  Garden Invaders and 60 Minute Makeover have some good tips and ideas.  This is not good.  I feel much better today so i might venture into the garden and finish off my book.  It's supposed to be 82 degrees today (well, until I step foot outside the patio doors).  Claire and I had a really excellent time on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109109484796147437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109109484796147437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109109484796147437' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-109032036170537246</id><published>2004-07-20T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T11:46:01.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going on holiday tomorrow...yipppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109032036170537246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/109032036170537246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109032036170537246' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-108988481469786087</id><published>2004-07-15T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:40:45.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...less than a week to go before our little jaunt to italy and I am off work with a virus...typical.  So i'm trying everything under the sun (or lack of it) to get better...sigh...There's not much news really.  Saw Shrek 2 at the weekend. I found it really funny...especially when they arrested Puss In Boots and found Catnip on him and he denied all knowledge!Ok, i'm going to make my packing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108988481469786087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108988481469786087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108988481469786087' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-108730340538071339</id><published>2004-06-15T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:48:52.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, Ok, I know, bad girl for not blogging.  I've had a slap on the wrist and I feel suitably chastised.There's not been that much to tell.  I've been to the cinema a couple of times (don't go and see Van Helsing - it's terrible!).  I've been shopping to Guildford and spent far too much money in Lush and that really nice jewellery shop, Essentials.  I'm still working now and then at the Farm shop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108730340538071339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108730340538071339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730340538071339' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-108534820631749665</id><published>2004-05-23T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:38:05.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blimey, this new blogger is a bit posh!!...and confusing (doesn't take much)So, what have I been up to?   Not much.  Went to Katy's Eurovision BBQ which was great, perhaps more beer could have been drunk, but there was enough food to sink a ship.  Euro was cheesy and trashy (just as it should be) and we giggled along with Terry.I should have been going away for a long weekend this weekend with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108534820631749665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108534820631749665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108534820631749665' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-108318412283064247</id><published>2004-04-28T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:31:48.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUCH!!!Ow, ow, ow, ow...just got home from aerobics.  Not any of this flashy dancersize, boxerobics, elasticbandics blah, blah.  This was good old fashioned aerobics.  Routines to cool music, modern and 80's!  Friday night one is orf to the theatre. Apart from that I have nothing planned for the bank holiday.  I'll just wing it.  Payday Friday so shopping saturday...yippeeee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108318412283064247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108318412283064247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318412283064247' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-108239727455566968</id><published>2004-04-19T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:10:48.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, update timeA week last Friday (9th April) Claire H and I went on an impromtu pub crawl around Weybridge in order to celebrate the start of the Easter weekend (any excuse).  We started off in The Hoggs then progressed to The Slug, then staggered to Sullivans where we put down roots for a couple of hours.  Got chatted up a bit (or rather Claire's chest did!)  After the chatter upper left and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108239727455566968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108239727455566968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108239727455566968' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-108125431090161145</id><published>2004-04-06T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:33:44.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello StrangersIt's been a while again but at least the gaps in between posts are growing shorter.Not much has happened in my life lately, just plodding along.  Been out with friends, went to see Mona Lisa Smile with Claire the other week.  Very good, very girlie.  This week (Wednesday) I am going up to London to see 'Fame' with the girls from work.  See how old they make me feel... they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108125431090161145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108125431090161145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125431090161145' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-108048386091051828</id><published>2004-03-28T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T15:31:28.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONGRATULATIONSTo my best friend Lisa and her proud husband Cameron on the long awaited birth of their baby girl, Maggie.  After a record breaking 42 hour labour she was born in a birthing pool, no drugs or other nasties needed,  (see web site for photos).  I am very happy and very emotional.  Lots of love to all three of them!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108048386091051828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/108048386091051828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108048386091051828' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107885772217935615</id><published>2004-03-09T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:00:40.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again, I forgot all about blogging.  I can't exactly say that i've been busy but I just don't seem to have the time to do it.I've been to the cinema several times, the last time was to see Mystic River (don't bother).  Sounded good with a great cast but it went on forEVER.  It was very slow and really needed a kick up the bum.  Luckily it wasn't my choice, hee hee.My friend Lisa is due to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107885772217935615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107885772217935615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885772217935615' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107754188823247435</id><published>2004-02-23T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T13:13:28.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome!A big hello to baby Mia.  She was born Sunday morning after putting her Mother through labour since Friday night.  We are all excited and desperately want to see her.  Congratulations Chris and Suzanne!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107754188823247435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107754188823247435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754188823247435' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107711136170197045</id><published>2004-02-18T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T13:37:56.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear, my promise of better blogging didn't last very long *sigh*. Ok, update...Work is plodding along very nicely , i seem to have settled in ok, i think i've been 'accepted'.  I know this because they sometimes make my tea for me.  I can't believe that i've been here four weeks already  (pay day next week, yippeee!!)I have been doing lot of things and going out with lots of friends but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107711136170197045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107711136170197045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711136170197045' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107584858825057719</id><published>2004-02-03T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:51:28.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well,  I survived the first week without too many scars!  This week has been more of the same, very gentle with lots of people asking if i'm ok (am I giving out some kind of vibe??).  Today we had 'training'.  Used in the loosest sense.  It consisted of three girls (me amongst them) and the trainer (also a girl) going to a conference room with pads and pens and the obligatory highlighters.  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107584858825057719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107584858825057719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584858825057719' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107550382353742597</id><published>2004-01-30T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:34:13.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello...!!!Blimey! it's been a while since I last blogged hasn't it?  Very bad of me considering I go on at people who don't blog on a daily basis (I take it very personally).So what have I been up to?   Well I have started my new job and it seems to be going ok.  But you don't really get a good feel for the job in the first week do you?  Everyone is intent on being nice to you so that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107550382353742597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107550382353742597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107550382353742597' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107453019054798209</id><published>2004-01-19T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-19T16:37:55.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoorah!!! I've got a job!   I went for an interview this morning (at 10) and they called me at 2pm to tell me that it was mine (and for more money than I thought...so extra bonus).  I've also got a new (new to me) car as of Friday which has cost me nothing...so i'm getting there. Last week was a week of much form filling and agency searching so a bit boring but hopefully this week will prove a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107453019054798209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107453019054798209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107453019054798209' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107393412320556000</id><published>2004-01-12T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:04:26.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW MUCH...???I've been to the London Boatshow up at Excel today.  It was great, I swanned around as a guest of the Press centre for the day, had lunch in the Royal Yachting Associations VIP area (lovely salmon!).  I walked around boats costing a mere two and a half million (gulp).  I wasn't allowed to wear my shoes, take a plastic bag on board (?) or touch anything.   There was a display in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107393412320556000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107393412320556000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393412320556000' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107372931357502143</id><published>2004-01-10T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T10:10:18.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday!Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday Dear Lisa...Happy Birthday to youuuu..Lisa now joins us in the 30's club...welcome</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107372931357502143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107372931357502143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107372931357502143' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107358789995169393</id><published>2004-01-08T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:54:00.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cor!  Don't I look posh!  Thanks Lisa for all your hard work, let's hope that I don't press a wrong button and destroy it all!Last night I went to The Anchor in Pyrford, a pub I haven't been to for a while.  As we only had a short time there I managed to sink 3 G&amp;T's in about an hour (as per my blog last night).  It was good to catch up with a couple of friends that I haven't seen much of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107358789995169393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107358789995169393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358789995169393' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107354747367852919</id><published>2004-01-08T07:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-08T07:39:07.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Lisa, not Claire, speaking. New template - enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107354747367852919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107354747367852919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354747367852919' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107351460323927932</id><published>2004-01-07T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:31:16.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am svery tired and ever so slightly tipsy.  3 G&amp;T's in about an hour will do that for you.  Tonight I have been in touch with a very dear friend from yesteryear (coutesy of Friends Reunited) and am having lunch with HIM next week.Night (i shall review my typos tomorrow) x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107351460323927932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107351460323927932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107351460323927932' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107330495166616409</id><published>2004-01-05T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-05T12:17:02.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give Us A Job!!Thank goodness Christmas and New Year are over and normality have returned.  I now have a car and so can get around and see people (and get to interviews).  I have just spent this morning running my Brother to work, been to the Doctors and have just finished turning the spare room into an office.  It's very cosy.  I have my computer and tv in there with the desk under the winow so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107330495166616409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107330495166616409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107330495166616409' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107307288121058698</id><published>2004-01-02T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-02T19:49:09.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should Old Aquaintance Be Forgot...?Most definately.  Start the year afresh.Happy New Year Everyone.  Hope you all over indulged, I did.  Went to Katy and Dunc's for dinner (which was delicious Duncan) then we played silly games, Rapidough, Articulate and the silly one where you have a name stuck to your forehead and you have to ask questions to find out who you are.  This one was particulary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107307288121058698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107307288121058698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307288121058698' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107255526055883688</id><published>2003-12-27T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-27T20:02:03.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Not Going To Go Into DetailBut if you read my Brothers blog you will discover that I am once more a single woman.  Nearly seven years of coupledom are over and I am trying to rebuild my life.  I didn't realise how much I had come to rely on Him financially and emotionally, but still, New Year, New Me...I've lost 9lbs already (so it's not all bad!)  I will amend the subtitle on my blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107255526055883688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107255526055883688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107255526055883688' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107160397345293378</id><published>2003-12-16T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-16T20:00:09.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No need to fret......If you can't think what to get the man in your life, don't worry, get him something from hereFor Those Who Have Everything (click on the logo to enter the site)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107160397345293378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107160397345293378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160397345293378' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107150557891053269</id><published>2003-12-15T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-15T16:27:09.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 days to go!......and the kids are counting  *sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107150557891053269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107150557891053269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107150557891053269' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107124973742538114</id><published>2003-12-12T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:44:27.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho Hum...I suppose I should update as it's been a week and as I usually go on at people who don't update (you know who you are!), I better make the effort.Sunday we didn't stomp through Bushey Park, I was too comfortable on the sofa and Alex was knackered after golf so we pottered around in doors.  Monday work, Tuesday was a day off and I attempted to do some shopping (big mistake, big, huge!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107124973742538114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107124973742538114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124973742538114' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107078843941366823</id><published>2003-12-07T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-07T09:22:12.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree...How spikey are your branches!!!Bastard trees.  I spent 8 hours selling christmas trees yesterday to miserable people and I've got grazes and bits of tree all over me (not now..obviously i've de-needled myself).  I have the pleasure of doing it all again next saturday!  WhooppeeeeeFriday night Al and I went out for dinner and then to see Master and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107078843941366823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107078843941366823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107078843941366823' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107061099309088459</id><published>2003-12-05T07:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-05T07:57:12.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing...absolutely nothing to blog about.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107061099309088459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107061099309088459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107061099309088459' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-107026777863171392</id><published>2003-12-01T08:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-01T08:43:46.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, that's it, i'm 30.  It wasn't as bad as I thought (HA!)  Got lots of lovely pressies and was treated to a lovely day out and a nice meal in the evening.  Saturday I took the chance to do a bit of Christmas shopping, I came home with two presents and a headache.  It wasn't even December and the shops were packed full of screaming kids and arguing couples, I shall endeavour to do the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107026777863171392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/107026777863171392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107026777863171392' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106977947166035102</id><published>2003-11-25T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:08:21.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I didn't get to see Love Actually, all sold out (didn't have the forsight to pre-book).  So instead of letting Alex see Matrix I made him take me for a chinese!I had my eyesight tested today and miracle of miracle, my sight has improved!!  Apparently it happens when you get older, and I am...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106977947166035102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106977947166035102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977947166035102' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106949192191973065</id><published>2003-11-22T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-22T15:41:25.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a soppy tart.  I've just watched the closing ceremony of the Rugby World Cup and 'I vow to thee my country' was sung, now I happen to like that song anyway but to be sung by (what looked like) a very brave six year old on his own in front of 82,000 (plus the millions watching on tv) brought a lump to my throat.  I don't often get caught up in sporting events but I have to admit I do enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106949192191973065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106949192191973065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106949192191973065' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106943071672451505</id><published>2003-11-21T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T16:06:05.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I had my purse and mobile phone taken from my bag at work on Wednesday. Not good.  Had to stop all my cards and bar my mobile and then give a 25 minute statement to the police (just to get a crime ref for the insurance!).  So if i'm not replying to your texts, i'ts not personal, sorry.Alex has ordered me a nice new phone which I will get on Monday. Today I went shopping to console myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106943071672451505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106943071672451505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106943071672451505' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106914594969230633</id><published>2003-11-18T08:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-18T09:02:41.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Katy &amp; Duncan for the Christmas countdown...there are 37 days to go, wonderful!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106914594969230633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106914594969230633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914594969230633' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106901084040112091</id><published>2003-11-16T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-16T19:27:42.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Like SundaysProper coffee and muffins and broadsheet newspapers with a dozen supplements spilling all over the bed, a luxury that is a Sunday morning.  Well, that was me, Alex was playing golf and getting cold by 7.30am, hee hee.  He came home to an empty coffee pot and a distinct lack muffins.....teach him to go and play such a silly game at a ridiculously early time!Nice day, garden </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106901084040112091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106901084040112091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901084040112091' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106888778407803050</id><published>2003-11-15T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-15T09:39:40.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, i'm on my second cup of coffee (hands still got that slight shake to them).  Thursday evening 'The Girls' went out for dinner to celebrate Claire H birthday and Caroline leaving (not celebrating her leaving, just wishing her on her way with copious amounts of alcohol).  We think the waiter had taken a fancy to Claire H as he was very attentive and bought us all a shot of something resembling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106888778407803050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106888778407803050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106888778407803050' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106854040932020437</id><published>2003-11-11T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-15T09:17:07.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having a surf whilst on the sofa, ill, *sniff* (sympathy, Oh and a cup of tea while your at it) I came across this website; pope Count DownGo on, have a guess!As you may have noticed, I didn't update on Friday, pants aren't I?!Not much to report. Had a quiet weekend, Tom was at his Mum's and we had the house to ourselves.  I cooked Al a nice meal and we finished off a bottle of wine, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106854040932020437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106854040932020437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106854040932020437' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106814596979975849</id><published>2003-11-06T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T19:12:48.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am here, just tired.  Out with a friend tonight, well actually, in with a friend tonight and a bottle of wine...a nice evening.  Will update tomorrow, can you stand the suspense!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106814596979975849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106814596979975849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814596979975849' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106779327337907200</id><published>2003-11-02T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-02T17:14:32.183Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Official......I'm Summer!  'The Girls' had our colours done yesterday afternoon, courtesy of Caz's friend from work.  Caroline, Laura M, Katy and I are all summers and Claire H was the lonely autumn.  We all had to put on a natty white towlling headband and then she showed us the type of colours we should wear and the ones we should avoid.  Then we got to play with make-up.  I don't think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106779327337907200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106779327337907200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779327337907200' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106745730904690324</id><published>2003-10-29T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-29T19:55:07.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pumpkins, bloody pumpkins!If I never see another pumpkin it'll be too soon!  We had hundreds of kids in the shop today to choose their pumpkin.  I never realised what an exact science choosing your pumpkin is.  They (all of them, it seemed) picked up or rolled their pumpkin into the middle of the floor and then walked around it checking for lumps and uneven sides and carving potential, several </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106745730904690324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106745730904690324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106745730904690324' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106728007311963482</id><published>2003-10-27T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-27T18:41:12.220Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HelloBeen a few days hasn't it?  Well, Tom's new birthday present (electric guitar) maybe should have had some more thought before we bought it.  As he has NO experience musically,  the 'plinky plonky'  noises coming from his room were starting to wear thin...then, we bought him headphones, YAY!He had his first lesson Thursday evening and he now thinks he's Eric Clapton.  He has managed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106728007311963482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106728007311963482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728007311963482' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106677107173936654</id><published>2003-10-21T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T22:17:51.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I need a new name...not me personally but the blog.  I have asked Alex for suggestions but I can't repeat the rude ones and the others were worse than the one i've got already...any suggestions anyone?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106677107173936654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106677107173936654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677107173936654' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106663455750757882</id><published>2003-10-20T08:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T08:22:37.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Tom!Yep, he's 16 today.  Obviously I don't remember the birth but Alex was getting a bit melancholy last night (if Tom's 16 it means he's getting older too!).  We spent most of the weekend searching for the 'perfect' electric guitar (note: just coz kids get older doesn't mean they enjoy noisy presents any less!).  We agreed that he could have a guitar as long as he took proper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106663455750757882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106663455750757882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106663455750757882' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106637474580266859</id><published>2003-10-17T08:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T08:12:25.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morning!I sound more chirpy than I feel.  I didn't sleep very well although I was completely and utterly tired.  I remember seeing in 4am and then went off into a very deep sleep only to be woken by the alarm at 7am! argh!  Yesterday was fairly busy at work, sold lots of sprouts and pumpkins.  A lady came in, late 20's, very well dressed, I was at the counter and didn't see her come over to me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106637474580266859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106637474580266859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106637474580266859' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106611901023546539</id><published>2003-10-14T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T16:16:11.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read a fair few blogs most days and find most of them to be witty and interesting.  I then go to update my own to find that I have nothing witty or interesting to say.  Why do I bother?  I actually find it quite theraputic, tapping away at the keys, sending my mundane details out there into the world wide web (for people doing dodgy searches to find!). So with that in mind, I shall bring you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106611901023546539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106611901023546539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106611901023546539' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106597528401286210</id><published>2003-10-12T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T17:14:43.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bit Pissed!Oh, afternoon drinking has never much ageed with me...time for a litle nap, zzzzzzz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106597528401286210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106597528401286210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106597528401286210' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106587979381576792</id><published>2003-10-11T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T14:44:50.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How much?!?!I thought, with it being such a lovely morning, that I would venture into Cobham to treat myself to a bit of new make up.  There's a Space.NK there and i've never been in it (never felt dressed up enough) because the girls who work in there are about 20 and a size 8 with perfect hair and make-up.  Me being me, I always have 'been dragged through a hedge backward' hair, usually no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106587979381576792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106587979381576792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106587979381576792' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106578447489257125</id><published>2003-10-10T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T12:14:34.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aren't I a good wifey-to-be, i'm baking!  Choc chip chocolate muffins, yum!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106578447489257125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106578447489257125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106578447489257125' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106572870455631576</id><published>2003-10-09T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:49:06.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Things First...Everybody send good vibes to my two friends Lisa &amp; Suzanne (who are Sisters) who are both having a scan (they are pregnant) tomorrow morning...Fingers crossedAm knackered!  My feet are throbbing and if anybody asked me what I would like for my birthday right now, then I would say, nay, whinge and whine 'a new pair of feet purlease!'.  Well at least that's that on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106572870455631576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106572870455631576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572870455631576' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106538574807505676</id><published>2003-10-05T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:31:27.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Me God!!!After having a look at who has been browsing my web page I noticed that someone had been referred to our site by Google.  Apparently when doing a search on Google for Men wearing Basques, our site pops up on page four of the search results. This is all due to the entry about the Rocky Horror Picture Show!! (Friday 5th September 2003)  How funny is that.  It is there plain as day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106538574807505676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106538574807505676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538574807505676' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106527394080391112</id><published>2003-10-04T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:40:36.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Dear!I really shouldn't be allowed out of the house when i've got money!  Got up early and went to Staines.  Bought a suede cushion (how much!!??) and a pair of trousers for Alex.  Bored with Staines I ventured over to Windsor, Brilliant!  I got there to see the changing of the Guard and found Mum and Jeb there watching too.  Went and had a cup of coffee with them and then we went to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106527394080391112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106527394080391112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106527394080391112' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106516383800658798</id><published>2003-10-03T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T08:10:43.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No work today!  My feet ache and so does my back but i've quite enjoyed it.  Especially as we sell all those really posh oils and jams (farm shop) and nice pies and biccies, mmmmm.So apart from working i've not done much.  My lovely Brother Stephen came round for dinner last night (and took the contents of my purse and the food cupboard with him!).  Today holds no particular plans.  Have to pay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106516383800658798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106516383800658798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106516383800658798' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106503517442549034</id><published>2003-10-01T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T20:06:14.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zzzzzzzz...Nothing to say except..."knackered, absolutley knackered" oh, and "i've handled enough sprouts for a lifetime". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106503517442549034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106503517442549034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106503517442549034' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106490682741152552</id><published>2003-09-30T08:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T08:38:46.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The racing was good fun on Sunday.  After sitting in a car with two teenage boys (three if you count the mental age of Chris) for three hours we finally arrived at Donington Pak.  It then took us another twenty minutes to find the tunnel that took us under the track and into the 'VIP' area.  After signing in and getting all our free goodies we went and surveyed our area.  The rain started shortly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106490682741152552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106490682741152552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106490682741152552' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106464722581681246</id><published>2003-09-27T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T09:04:00.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good MorningI don't usually blog on a Saturday but I have a day of no plans so I am still sitting here in my pj's with my first (and not last) coffee of the day.Well I went over to 'see a man about a job' on Thursday and got it!  (Not sure that I want it but there you go) I start next wednesday.  Yesterday Alex had the day off and we went down to see his Mum (who lives at the coast).  A lovely</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106464722581681246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106464722581681246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106464722581681246' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106448154338292193</id><published>2003-09-25T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T13:55:47.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God, i'm in a foul mood today.  Really huffy and snappy.You know the feeling, feeling pissed off at everything but without knowing exactly why (or is it just me?).  Just been to have my eyes tested and the optician repeatedly poked about with my eyes, dropped orange dye into them (i'm currently looking at the world through orange tinted glasses) and generally just annoyed the pants off me!!I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106448154338292193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106448154338292193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106448154338292193' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106424826283777181</id><published>2003-09-22T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T17:31:02.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've Got A New Friend!He left a comment on my blog 'coz I linked him (arpeggio3, read it it's funny!).  Maybe he was just being polite, hmmmm.Spent a lot of time in the car doing various errands today (code for shopping) and ended up at Ikea on Purley Way.  Ok, so you don't just end up on the Purley Way, you have to drive 40 minutes from my house on lots of motorway and busy roads, but I ended</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106424826283777181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106424826283777181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106424826283777181' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106416261588368797</id><published>2003-09-21T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T17:46:49.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Knackered!Supervising the decorating is SO exhausting.  Well, the floor is finished and the first coat of paint is on.  So i'm finishing off the painting tomorrow and then the wallpapering is being done on Wednesday.  I've left a dusty bottom print on the nice new sofa and there is a little path of dusty footprints from upstairs, through the lounge and dining room and into the kitchen...ooops!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106416261588368797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106416261588368797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416261588368797' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106406548984344379</id><published>2003-09-20T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T14:46:43.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, spent too much in Costco yesterday but after trailing around Lakeside for hours, we came home through London (completely forgetting the bloody congestion charge till we were well on our way home, ooops!).  Tried to see David Blaine but he was at Tower Bridge on the wrong side of the river to us but we managed to drive past Parliament, Harrods, the V&amp;A and the Natural History Museum (my most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106406548984344379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106406548984344379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106406548984344379' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106396058774076408</id><published>2003-09-19T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T09:36:27.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm, my new deodorant says that it it 'aluminium free'.  Didn't realise that deodorant had tin foil in it!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106396058774076408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106396058774076408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106396058774076408' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106361549092636794</id><published>2003-09-15T09:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:44:26.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bummer!I have just been out to start the car with all good intentions of going to the gym this morning and the battery is flat!  Darn it...I made bitter orange ice-cream today, mmmm, thanks Nigella, there's not much left so I hope no-one was expecting it for pudding tonight.Tomorrow Alex is 39 years old.  As his daughter, Kayleigh said to me today, 'it seems like Dad's been 38 for a looong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106361549092636794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106361549092636794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106361549092636794' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106352824712029424</id><published>2003-09-14T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T16:47:57.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! Broadband Rules!I have broadband, na na na na naa.  Ok Bit excited but you see, now I don't have to wait 5 days for the modem connection or get cut off in the middle of a conversation on msm.  This has been the highlight of my weekend, well, so far, obviously got today to go, but it'll have to superb to beat broadband!!Friday I was cursing the modem on my laptop for having failing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106352824712029424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106352824712029424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352824712029424' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106326439182154071</id><published>2003-09-11T08:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T08:13:11.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last couple of days have been a bit hectic.  Went to Great Fosters to hand over the deposit and make the booking 'official'.  Took my Brother with me so that he could see what it was like.  When we drove up the impressive drive he said 'oh, it's coming back to me,  i've been here before.'  Turns out that he came to a wedding reception a few years ago but got so blind drunk that he seems to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106326439182154071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106326439182154071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106326439182154071' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106296878797310202</id><published>2003-09-07T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T22:09:41.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quite a quiet weekend.  Went out for dinner with friends on Friday night.  Demolished a lovely steak and a rather large pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea. Saturday was lovely.  Tom was at Thorpe Park for the day with his Mum and Sister and Alex was working so I went shopping all by myself.  I treated myself to a nice new bag (coz, like, I need one!) and a cuppucino and watched the world go by.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106296878797310202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106296878797310202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106296878797310202' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106274879049102951</id><published>2003-09-05T08:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T09:05:21.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News, News!!!OK, so now i can tell you, my friend Lisa is pregnant!!  Excellent news and to top that, her sister Suzanne is pregnant too!!  They are due within weeks of each other.  So two births and a wedding (sounds like a film title) next year.  Lots to celebrate.Talking of celerating, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY LISA &amp; CAMERONHaven't been up to much lately.  The last few days have been spent running</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106274879049102951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106274879049102951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106274879049102951' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106215095851923025</id><published>2003-08-29T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T10:55:58.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho Hum...Rain's here.  Goodbye summer, hello winter.  I actually put on socks for the first time in months yesterday.  Today it is raining, it is grey and depressing.There is a nasty tummy bug going round here at the moment.  I had planned on going round to Leslie's for a coffee this morning but she rang to say that she had been "chucking up all night".  Lovely!!Well, Alex and I have booked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106215095851923025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106215095851923025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106215095851923025' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106188240972693765</id><published>2003-08-26T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T08:21:59.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should cats really eat bread?Polly is out in the garden eating the bread I put out for the little birdies.  Can't be good for her surely? (Don't call me Shirley!!)Had a nice bank holiday, went down and spent some time with Al's family, who are decorating again.  Haven't seen the inside of the gym for a few days now.  Feeling guilty so I may go for a swim later.  Tom has already had part of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106188240972693765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106188240972693765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106188240972693765' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106137790316208654</id><published>2003-08-20T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T12:11:43.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a few days!!  Had an excellent time catching up with my friend from Japan.  Lisa  has taken a month off with her hubbie, Cam to come home and visit us regular Joes.  She is now enjoying the delights of Rome before heading off to Vietnam  (me love you long time).  So a few drinkies were the order of the evening Friday.  I spent the day on Saturday being ill (not through the drink, mind you) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106137790316208654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106137790316208654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106137790316208654' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106089739786561710</id><published>2003-08-14T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:47:48.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooh scarey...been away from blogger for a day and it's changed!!(Not dramatically I grant you, but enough to confuse the hell out of me!)Well, my holiday...Lots of sunshine after 2 weeks of torrential rain.  We spent a few days roasting on the beach, which was lovely and sandy.  Went to a zoo and the kids held a tarantula.  Alex helped out in a falconry display and I took pictures of penguins!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106089739786561710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106089739786561710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106089739786561710' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106072500763988952</id><published>2003-08-12T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T23:10:28.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lisa  Who is looking after your cats?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106072500763988952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106072500763988952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072500763988952' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-106072379128295227</id><published>2003-08-12T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:29:51.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiya...Miss me?  (Bet you didn't even notice i'd gone)Well we're back.  Burnt to bits and much poorer (do you realise how expensive teenagers are?!?!) for the experience.  I shall give you an update on the highs and lows of our hols shortly once i've made sense of my notes and my sunburn stops hurting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106072379128295227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/106072379128295227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072379128295227' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105972399560603098</id><published>2003-08-01T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T08:46:35.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're all going on a summer holiday!It's that time. We are going on hols tomorrow morning 05.00 (Oh my God that's early!!).  Just for a week but i've packed for a month (unlike a friend who's going away for a month and packed for a lifetime but apparently forgot to give thought to shoes!).  You just don't know about this weather of ours.  They (the men and women that claim to be meteorologists,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105972399560603098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105972399560603098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105972399560603098' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105947708431013384</id><published>2003-07-29T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T12:11:24.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the builder is still here doing the bathroom, he either works very slow or Alex made so many mistakes that he has got to rectify them all to make the bathroom look half decent!!  To add to all that we now have the window company here putting windows in.  Actually what they have done is take out the windows and as yet haven't replaced them.  Was I supposed to explain at the start that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105947708431013384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105947708431013384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105947708431013384' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105911928397833166</id><published>2003-07-25T08:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T08:48:03.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't got much to say at the moment.  Life's plodding along, the builder is here putting our bathroom to rights (Alex started it and has never finished it!!) and all i can here is the builder going 'tut, tut, *sigh*'I am going shopping today for clothes for my holiday (by the looks of the weather i'll be needing wooley jumpers and thick socks!) we are off to Devon in a weeks time, in a caravan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105911928397833166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105911928397833166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105911928397833166' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105825328746297066</id><published>2003-07-15T08:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T08:15:49.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling very virtuous, i amI joined a gym!!  Yep, me, the one who can't stand exercise, getting off the sofa to answer the phone is enough!  I swam for a good 10 minutes (then my arms gave out!) then sat in the spa for 10 mins and then sweated it out in the steam room!  Then it all fell apart when I came out of the changing rooms only to come face to face with the coffee bar with loads of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105825328746297066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105825328746297066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105825328746297066' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105812111909605340</id><published>2003-07-13T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T19:33:40.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday, I took Tom shopping.  He has a school trip to Wales next week and the list the school gave me with the clothing requirements for the trip was a mile long!!!  So we trudged around Woking for 3 hours (!) buying walking boots, shorts, camera, etc, etc... (he better bloody pass his geography GCSE next year).  NEVER, i repeat, NEVER go shopping with a hormonal 15 year old who will not wear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105812111909605340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105812111909605340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105812111909605340' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105785400954752994</id><published>2003-07-10T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T17:21:32.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105785400954752994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105785400954752994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785400954752994' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105785116188010959</id><published>2003-07-10T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T16:32:41.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this weird?I am nearly thirty (few months to go, Katy gets there first!) and my wisdom teeth are breaking through!  Now i know how babies feel coz i've done nothing but winge about it for the last few days (lack of sympathy at home is causing me to search further afield for support, hence announcing here...take the hint)We have a new front door.  It's very nice and it's blue, there is one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105785116188010959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105785116188010959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785116188010959' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105769143851584184</id><published>2003-07-08T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T20:10:38.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok am EXTREMELY jealous.  Have just visited a friends blog only to find that they have updated and made their's all posh!!!Now I have to figure out how to do more than just simple entries and make mine more interesting (let's face it, it's DULL).  the purchase of a new digital camera will help and then some funny links!  Well am going out for a little drinkies with some friendies so must dash!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105769143851584184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105769143851584184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105769143851584184' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105713192808570698</id><published>2003-07-02T08:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T08:45:27.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother has gone to wimbledon today.  He and his mates actually went up and camped last (ha ha torrential rain).  I got a text message at 11.30pm saying that he had just been interviewed for GMTV so I am watching (instead of my usual Sky news) for my drunken Brother to appear on the tele.  Hopefully they found him to offensive to put on.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105713192808570698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105713192808570698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105713192808570698' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105683267286626542</id><published>2003-06-28T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T21:37:52.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is it with men?  They know how to use toilet roll, they know where to find a new one but can they put the new roll on the holder?  Can they heck!  or put the paper inner bit in the bin...I don't think so, Aargh!!!!!!!Just needed to get that off my chest, thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105683267286626542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105683267286626542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105683267286626542' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105673178662059312</id><published>2003-06-27T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T17:36:26.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I did a Harry...... I potter (ed) around the house.  Had a sametime chat with my friend who is halfway across the world then i did a bit in the garden.  It's looking lovely at the moment.  This years theme was 'chuck the seeds on the ground and see what happens!'  So after looking a bit sad for a while the colour has finally arrived.  Vivid yellow californian poppies, sweat peas in purple</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105673178662059312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105673178662059312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105673178662059312' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105646186461348809</id><published>2003-06-24T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T14:37:44.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, i have comments.  A huge 'thank you' to Lisa, my knowledgable friend, with out her none of this would have been possible (sounds like i'm accepting an oscar).  Ok now i will have to go an do something worthwhile to write about, then you can comment!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105646186461348809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105646186461348809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105646186461348809' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105597146072225692</id><published>2003-06-18T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T22:24:20.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out of inspiration already...there's no hope of a career in writing for me then!  (note to self: maybe  should do something with my time, then i would have 'stuff' to write about...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105597146072225692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105597146072225692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105597146072225692' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105579413894311716</id><published>2003-06-16T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T21:08:58.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend (Lisa) pointed out that my website doesn't, as yet, have a point or a purpose (thank you) and I agree.  I thought it would be a good idea to do a blog but didn't give much thought to what it would be about and what point it might make...'thoughts on a postcard to...'  (when i work out how to add comments you can let me know).Ooh, Never Mind the Buzzcocks has started...later (easily </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105579413894311716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105579413894311716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105579413894311716' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105570074654689352</id><published>2003-06-15T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T19:12:26.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, what a scorcher!!!  Hotter than the continent today.  Us Brits are terrible...cold weather we want it hot and when we finally get it hot we complain that it's TOO HOT!!!!  Well, we like to moan don't we.Father's Day.  Went to Worthing to see Al's Dad and took him (and Al's Mum, would have been unkind to leave her at home) out to lunch.  Lovely little pub with a thatched roof and a flint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105570074654689352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105570074654689352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105570074654689352' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475881.post-105551012944963723</id><published>2003-06-13T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T14:15:29.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, what a day to decide to start my blog.  Friday the 13th!I will now have to rack my brains to think of witty and topical subjects to converse about.  Well enough for now, i'm going to spend the afternoon trying to work all the technical mumbo-jumbo out!  TTFN x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105551012944963723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475881/posts/default/105551012944963723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105551012944963723' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255266116520890657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
