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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 08:30:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A first for the new year.</title>
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  <description>Whee! New icon, made by the very clever and wicked &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_strawberrysgirl&apos; lj:user=&apos;strawberrysgirl&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://strawberrysgirl.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://strawberrysgirl.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;emma_tennant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I feel as if I&apos;m old enough that I shouldn&apos;t want one of these, but what can I say. Fangirling keeps one youthful on the inside. That and the branflakes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, one of the New Year&apos;s Resolutions was to actually post to this journal on a semi-regular basis, so this should be the first of... well, the first of some. &lt;br /&gt;So, I&apos;ve been watching Blackpool this week. Yay for the public library carrying the most random assortment of DVDs ever! I&apos;ve watched the first 3 eps so far. Phwoar! Love the musical-type style. So amusing. So clever. So bloody hawt. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been raining today, an event that has made all the plants in my garden sing and dance. (the roses are singing &quot;the boy with the thorn in his side&quot;: attention seeking wannabes.)&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve started reading &quot;Pillars of the Earth&quot; by Ken Follett, on the recommendation of my father. I&apos;m only less than 5% into it (yes, I do keep vague track of what percentage through books I am), and I&apos;m enjoying it so far. Dad&apos;s usually pretty good with his book recommendations, although I did catch him the truly awful &quot;The Innocent&quot; by posie graeme-evans last month. He humoured me while I told him what was wrong with it, and almost admitted that it was rubbish. we take our victories where we find them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_strawberrysgirl&apos; lj:user=&apos;strawberrysgirl&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://strawberrysgirl.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://strawberrysgirl.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;strawberrysgirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Whatever is on the TV while I&apos;m waiting for House to start</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 08:45:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Lost and found</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a funny old day. Sometimes it just feels like everything is linked somehow. Late this morning I put my hand up to my ear and discovered I&apos;d lost an earring. Panic!! I looked everywhere I&apos;d been since I got to work - concentrating on places where I&apos;d taken off my cardigan or my scarf, and found nothing. I had got to the stage of hoping that it was still at home, that perhaps I&apos;d distracted myself while getting dressed and left home wearing only one earring. I put the remaining earring in my pocket and stopped thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I &apos;d let my class into the room, and was fussing about with my laptop and data projector when one of the charming young men I teach approached. &quot;I found this under my desk, Miss,&quot; he said, holding out the missing earring. The whole class laughed as I skipped for joy. &lt;br /&gt;Several hours and a boring after-school meeting later, I got into my car and realised I didn&apos;t have my sunglasses. So, I traipsed down to my classroom again to see if I&apos;d left them on my desk (sure enough). On my way through the seemingly deserted corridors, I was spotted by one of the cleaners. &quot;Are you a teacher here?&quot; she asked. When I said I was, she handed over a mobile phone she&apos;d picked up in one of the classrooms. &quot;I didn&apos;t know what I should do with this,&quot; she told me. So, I took it off her hands and managed to find someone still in the main office who could lock it safely away overnight. No doubt a distraught owner will turn up first thing tomorrow morning to claim it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 07:35:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well, here goes.</title>
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  <description>So, I have this account now. Much as I am inclined to run away screaming and hide behind the sofa, I am also strangely fascinated to see if I can Tame the Beast and bring it under my power. Heh. So, here goes, trying to see if I can make the jolly thing do what I want. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not well today. I had that awful feeling yesterday of waking with a sore throat, and going through the day feeling myself getting sicker and sicker. Didn&apos;t stop me going to the cinema last night tho did it. Oh no. And today I pay.</description>
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  <lj:music>Music? Nuh, I&apos;m watching the rugby.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Music? Nuh, I&apos;m watching the rugby.</media:title>
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