<?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-14151158</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:21:56.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3=1 by Bluetitch</title><subtitle type='html'>Return of the Titch ! A blog about life, music , news and  Birmingham City football club !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-170150938655273229</id><published>2007-11-07T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:56:06.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 7th November 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/a1/b3/2cd4_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/a1/b3/2cd4_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Oh what a night (December 1963)" by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you've got them but I just can't take to the new trend of vertical blinds.  Why go home to somewhere that reminds you of the office?  What's wrong with nylon nets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-170150938655273229?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/170150938655273229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=170150938655273229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/170150938655273229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/170150938655273229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-7th-november-2007.html' title='Wednesday 7th November 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-8425827272593110631</id><published>2007-10-31T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:57:30.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 31st October 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/3364699.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=5C1929E78F851DD2148BAEAD864853B1A55A1E4F32AD3138"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/3364699.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=5C1929E78F851DD2148BAEAD864853B1A55A1E4F32AD3138" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I've had in my head has been "Do they know it's Christmas" by Bandaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a message to the lady who thought just because she had a travelcard, she could push to the front of the queue at the bus stop. I have a travel card too but I was polite and waited my turn. Oh, and by the way, you obviously didn't check too carefully what you looked like in your coat 'cos your backside looked huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-8425827272593110631?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/8425827272593110631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=8425827272593110631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/8425827272593110631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/8425827272593110631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-31st-october-2007.html' title='Wednesday 31st October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-4283297370252660964</id><published>2007-10-24T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:49:35.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 24th October 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i9.ebayimg.com/02/i/07/82/a9/93_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i9.ebayimg.com/02/i/07/82/a9/93_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song I was glad to have in my head has been "Stepping Out" by Joe Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt like a weaning baby for the last couple of days. I don't want one, I feel like I am one. Had some work done at the dentists last week which included an injection. I thought at first, seeing as I bruise ridiculously easily, that the pain and the fact I could barely open my mouth was down to the injection. But....that was last Tuesday. Tonight for tea, I had mash, gravy and green beans cut into teeny tiny pieces. In a bowl. Using a very small fork. To mix everything up in the gravy. It was very tasty. Took me over half an hour to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-4283297370252660964?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/4283297370252660964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=4283297370252660964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/4283297370252660964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/4283297370252660964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-24th-october-2007.html' title='Wednesday 24th October 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-1206018784562757087</id><published>2007-10-21T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:48:38.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 21st October 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kikisclinic.com/sitewide/images/Girl_Swing_Pink.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kikisclinic.com/sitewide/images/Girl_Swing_Pink.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Puppet on a string" by Sandie Shaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I was on the swing in the back garden at home and a huge bluebottle flew into my mouth. I don't know why I've remembered that today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-1206018784562757087?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/1206018784562757087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=1206018784562757087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/1206018784562757087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/1206018784562757087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday-21st-october-2007.html' title='Sunday 21st October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-860021355125883052</id><published>2007-10-19T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:26:45.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 19th October 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/21344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/21344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "No woman no cry" by Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even the end of October yet and yet you can buy Halloween costumes. If I had a dog, I'd go for this scary one. Just google " pets halloween" and you'll find lots more to make you scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-860021355125883052?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/860021355125883052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=860021355125883052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/860021355125883052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/860021355125883052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-19th-october-2007.html' title='Friday 19th October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-3506559636945530652</id><published>2007-10-18T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:07:49.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 18th October 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/434925/2/istockphoto_434925_two_squirrels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/434925/2/istockphoto_434925_two_squirrels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I have had in my head is "Nights in white satin" by The Moody Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm having my first cup of (fair trade)  caffeinated coffee and cigarette by the back door this morning when  two synchronised squirrels do a Fred Astaire type  boogie along the garden fence.  Nothing like nature to raise the spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-3506559636945530652?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/3506559636945530652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=3506559636945530652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3506559636945530652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3506559636945530652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-18th-october-2007.html' title='Thursday 18th October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-3451554997713140943</id><published>2007-10-17T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:54:29.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 17th October 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pals.iastate.edu/carlson/images/vault.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pals.iastate.edu/carlson/images/vault.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I have had on my head has been "Walk like a man" by Franki Valli. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I'd got more to look forward to than 5.00pm on Fridays which means no work for two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-3451554997713140943?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/3451554997713140943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=3451554997713140943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3451554997713140943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3451554997713140943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-17th-october-2007.html' title='Wednesday 17th October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-5723443867479187000</id><published>2007-10-16T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:19:36.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 16th October 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moorepet.com/photos/Ideal-LCF-MPS-2T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.moorepet.com/photos/Ideal-LCF-MPS-2T.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I did have "Have I told you lately" by Van Morrison has morphed into "Saving all my love" by "Whitney Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flap on my cat flap has broken off, which is somewhat annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-5723443867479187000?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/5723443867479187000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=5723443867479187000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/5723443867479187000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/5723443867479187000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuesday-16th-october-2007.html' title='Tuesday 16th October 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-5104728323723650917</id><published>2007-10-15T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:08:52.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 15th October 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/34/6370VirginiaCreeper.jpg/430px-6370VirginiaCreeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/34/6370VirginiaCreeper.jpg/430px-6370VirginiaCreeper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Wild World" the Cat Stevens version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the road this morning and I noticed a house that had the most amazingly coloured Virginia creeper. I would have liked to stop to look more at its wonderfulness but though I might look a bit odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-5104728323723650917?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/5104728323723650917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=5104728323723650917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/5104728323723650917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/5104728323723650917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-15th-october-2007.html' title='Monday 15th October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-8310166512527372743</id><published>2007-10-14T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:33:02.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 14th October 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/chinesefood/1/8/f/T/currybeef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/chinesefood/1/8/f/T/currybeef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that  I have had in my head has been  "Ain't nobody" by Chaka Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they put peas in Chinese curries? Nice but a bit odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-8310166512527372743?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/8310166512527372743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=8310166512527372743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/8310166512527372743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/8310166512527372743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday-14th-october-2007.html' title='Sunday 14th October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-2315429778879503379</id><published>2007-10-13T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:12:27.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 13the October 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ridge-wood.org.uk/galleries/wildlife/large/bluebells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ridge-wood.org.uk/galleries/wildlife/large/bluebells.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the song that I have in my head at the moment is "Boogie Wonderland" by Earth,  Wind and Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got bluebells coming up in my front garden which is unusual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-2315429778879503379?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/2315429778879503379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=2315429778879503379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/2315429778879503379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/2315429778879503379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday-13the-october-2007.html' title='Saturday 13the October 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-9205242935373825566</id><published>2007-10-11T19:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:55:30.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11th October 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head all day long has been "Good King Wenceslas" by John Mason Neale. However when my friend Leeroy started singing to "I'm coming out" for some strange reason, it's changed to that. Apologies to my neighbours for my singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm ever reincarnated as an animal, I want to come back as one of Denise's cats. Talk about being pampered. They even have their own house with laminate flooring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-9205242935373825566?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/9205242935373825566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=9205242935373825566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/9205242935373825566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/9205242935373825566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/11th-october-2007.html' title='11th October 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-2849448803610897102</id><published>2007-10-10T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:03:32.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 10th October 2007.</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "We've all got to die someday" by Kasey Chambers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, crispy, roast chicken skin is absolutely delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-2849448803610897102?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/2849448803610897102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=2849448803610897102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/2849448803610897102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/2849448803610897102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-10th-october-2007.html' title='Wednesday 10th October 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-1394118083461637470</id><published>2007-10-08T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:55:25.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 8th October 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the song I had in my head until 1pm was "Wild world" by Cat Stevens, sadly for the rest of the day it has been a childrens song "Head shoulders knees and toes, knees and toes" by goodness knows who. Thanks S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are drawing in and I'm still having vivid dreams.  One of the dreams I had last night was a colleague of mine had come to work with a mobile anti "SAD" machine strapped to his forehead which was bing filmed for a documentary.  Basically it was a mini flourescent tube strapped to his forehead whilst he wore a Biggles type pair of sunglasses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends' stepson was severely ill last week, so ill they thought at one point he was going to die. Now I'm not one for praying particularly, so I asked a Muslim colleague what he prayed about. As well as certain prayers they have to pray, they also pray for orphans and people who need help. So I asked him if he didn't mind praying for Nick. This was last Friday. That wasn't what the whole chat was about  - very interesting actually. Anyway.........hopefully Nick should now be home. Makes you wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-1394118083461637470?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/1394118083461637470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=1394118083461637470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/1394118083461637470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/1394118083461637470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-8th-october-2007.html' title='Monday 8th October 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-3103869684154220024</id><published>2007-08-20T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:54:02.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 20th August 2007.</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Feeling groovy" by Simon and Garfunkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for some fashion hints and tips. Men first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Please do NOT wear white shoes with black trousers, especially if you work in an office. It looks like you've trodden in the Tippex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Open toed sandals are not attractive if your toenails bend over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Teeny tiny shorts and sleeveless t-shirts are not de riguer in Birmingham. I know we have a beach in Chamberlain Square but it's not a real one - honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you're over 23, leggings are not a good look. If you're ANY age and over 11 stone, leggings will never be a good look. Black may be slimming but not if you're wearing a tight sleeveless top on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If your feet are going to be on show, please make sure they are clean and the cracked hard skin has been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Teeny tiny shorts can only be worn if you have the figure, age or are on holiday in Benidorm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-3103869684154220024?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/3103869684154220024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=3103869684154220024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3103869684154220024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3103869684154220024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-20th-august-2007.html' title='Monday 20th August 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-3332037978479660791</id><published>2007-07-14T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:20:08.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 14th July 2007.</title><content type='html'>Today, the  song that I have had in my head has been "Black Betty" by Ram Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the middle of July already - eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put my black trousers I wear to work in the washing machine with other similarly coloured items. Inside out to reduce bobbling. When wash is finished, I hang them on the washing line- still inside out.  'Cos I'm lazy and hate ironing,  when they're dry, I hang them in my wardrobe - still inside out, I turn them  the right way 'round on Monday morning before I iron them and they're covered in flippin' cat hairs! I haven't washed my cat with them so why are the hairs there?  Every time.  Nothing else black has the cat hairs on, just the trousers.  Grrrrrrrrrrrr..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-3332037978479660791?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/3332037978479660791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=3332037978479660791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3332037978479660791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/3332037978479660791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-14th-july-2007.html' title='Saturday 14th July 2007.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-1758763760952484272</id><published>2007-04-15T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:26:25.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 15th April 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Take another piece of my heart" by various.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad sad week. If I mention anything about being depressed, I'm scared folks will think this is due to the bad news I've had and have gone a bit ott. Nope, it hasn't but has just added to it I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, who I mentioned in my last post, I'm sure would never realise how much he would be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Ryder, who also sadly died on Easter weekend, will be missed by SO many.  He  was a gentleman in the true sense of the word.  Incredibly intelligent  and courteous, but not letting on that he was, just listening and being able to draw people out and  make them believe in themselves, with a dry sense of humour and naughty chuckle. He looked like a retired elderly gentleman  and he was SO much more than that. I've never met anyone like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-1758763760952484272?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/1758763760952484272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=1758763760952484272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/1758763760952484272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/1758763760952484272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-15th-april-2007.html' title='Sunday 15th April 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-117620175551937635</id><published>2007-04-10T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:43:15.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 10th April 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have in my head is "Keep right on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may read an article in the paper or see it on the news that a body has been found in the canal near to Summer Row. Very very sad as that is a colleague and friend of mine who went missing on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-117620175551937635?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/117620175551937635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=117620175551937635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/117620175551937635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/117620175551937635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuesday-10th-april-2007.html' title='Tuesday 10th April 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-117571606492686146</id><published>2007-04-04T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:47:44.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 4th April 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I've had in my head and alarming colleagues I haven't warned due to my urge to sing out loud, has been "Joker" the Fat Boy Slim version due to some kiddie posting a link I clicked on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last Friday, nervous as a virgin on her wedding night, to a club in town and the people I was with were SO lovely, making sure I didn't feel like the spinster of the parrish and totally useless. I'm sure they haven't got a clue how much I appreciated them, even though I did say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to Cherag....that Romeo from work. Who's only a "Romeo" 'cos he is in love with someone he "shouldn't marry". And that pisses me off! First I have to hear his "poor little me" winges, and secondly, I hear it's the religion, her family will disown her.....in this day and age, why shouldn't THEY be happy and do what they want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-117571606492686146?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/117571606492686146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=117571606492686146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/117571606492686146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/117571606492686146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/04/wednesday-4th-april-2007.html' title='Wednesday 4th April 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-117003027342307275</id><published>2007-01-29T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:24:33.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 29th January 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the song I have had in my head is "Walking on sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bizzare, I've gone to my bathroom twice tonight and it smells like my grandfather's bathroom. And seeing as he died when I was  10, is kind of odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..."My name is titch and I'm a smoker"...the group of people in my "stopping smoking group" are wonderful and no doubt stronger willed than I am. 'Tis not good when you get what seems to be an alllergic reaction.  After complaining about the irritation on my arm, I put  a nicotine patch  on my leg. My kids were horrified about the heat, redness, swelling that happpened.  Sod it...I will try a patch on the other arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-117003027342307275?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/117003027342307275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=117003027342307275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/117003027342307275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/117003027342307275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-29th-january-2007.html' title='Monday 29th January 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116929446456303198</id><published>2007-01-20T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:01:04.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 20th January 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the song I have in my head is "Girls on film" by Duran Duran.&lt;br /&gt;Which is totally inappropriate considering the sad news I've just had from my Mum. One of my cousins has been found dead of a suspected overdose. R.I.P. Susan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116929446456303198?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116929446456303198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116929446456303198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116929446456303198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116929446456303198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday-20th-january-2007.html' title='Saturday 20th January 2007'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116725980566354341</id><published>2006-12-27T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:06:53.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 27th December 2006.</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I now have in my head is "Thank you for the music" by ABBA , simply 'cos I've just watched a programme about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE thank you to Denise and Roger for de-stressing me,  treating me like a special guest yesterday  evening and thank goodness your chairs weren't suede!&lt;br /&gt;And Betty - oh glamourous one - thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116725980566354341?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116725980566354341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116725980566354341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116725980566354341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116725980566354341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/12/wednesday-27th-december-2006.html' title='Wednesday 27th December 2006.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116688424184514083</id><published>2006-12-23T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:30:41.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 23rd December 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, I have the meatball song in my head, bluetitch family stylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of dog poo on the pavements yesterday for some reason. Not nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116688424184514083?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116688424184514083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116688424184514083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116688424184514083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116688424184514083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-23rd-december-2006.html' title='Saturday 23rd December 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116567396673637352</id><published>2006-12-09T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:19:26.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 9th December 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have in my head is "Time in a bottle" by Jim Croce, though if Blues win today, it's likely to change to "Keep right on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't bacon have rind on any more? I love bacon rind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116567396673637352?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116567396673637352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116567396673637352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116567396673637352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116567396673637352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-9th-december-2006.html' title='Saturday 9th December 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116474299777257790</id><published>2006-11-28T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:43:17.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 28th November 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Having my baby" by Paul Anka. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a very nice bloke come 'round to my house on Sunday to give me a quote for a bit of work I need doing. He was not particularly impressed by Richard of R W Home Services- it was obvious he'd taken no care and rushed the work, plus he contravened building regulations by having the spindles on my new bannister too far apart.  Nice to have an expert agree with me - and boy, I do so wish I'd met him first.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it really bugs me that there aren't full stops after R W but that's what's on his card so that's the way I type it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting in touch with Trading Standards tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116474299777257790?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116474299777257790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116474299777257790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116474299777257790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116474299777257790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/11/tuesday-28th-november-2006.html' title='Tuesday 28th November 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116441088127151432</id><published>2006-11-25T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:28:05.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 24th November 2006</title><content type='html'>Today. the song that I have had in my head has been "Anyone can fall in love" Anita Dobson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smashing quote from Richard Wolstenholme of R W Home Services, "You don't need to undercoat when you're using gloss paint". And I thought I knew nothing about painting and decorating. It's a sight to be seen when that lovely gloss paint gets knocked and starts to peel off. It could be quite satisfying peeling it all off I suppose, like peeling an orange, or biting a rough finger nail but.....I don't want it to look any worse than it does already, especially seeing as the paint underneath is dark blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116441088127151432?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116441088127151432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116441088127151432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116441088127151432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116441088127151432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-24th-november-2006.html' title='Friday 24th November 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116415434188879294</id><published>2006-11-22T00:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:12:21.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21st November 2006</title><content type='html'>The tune I have in my head is "Take on me" - by A-Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Wolstenholme of R W Home Services, tel: 0779965024 is not a bloke to be used for "no job too small".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116415434188879294?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116415434188879294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116415434188879294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116415434188879294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116415434188879294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/11/21st-november-2006.html' title='21st November 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-116267373678345984</id><published>2006-11-04T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:25:44.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 4th November 2006.</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Go West" by The Village People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis bonfire night tomorrow and yet the fireworks have been going off in Erdington for the last few weeks. What with Eid and shops selling them for the last couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I lived in Wylde Green and my parents got to be really friendly with the neighbours as they all had something in common - young families. A lot of them took us under their wing when my Dad had a heart attack on holiday but that's another post.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the families in our road used to take in turns hosting bonfire night.  The family who hosted it provided the bonfire and the food, everyone else supplied the fireworks. The party went on for hours. Good times. Now, everyone seems to have their own private party or go to an organised one.&lt;br /&gt;Two wonderful bonfire nights I remember especially when I was a lot older. Being taken to one in Cookham - goodness,  wonderful display and romance, holding hands, feeling safe and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;The other was at one of my sisters who lived in Mitcham. She always had a firework do but one year the weather was incredibly mild, we stayed outside chatting for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel on the bus doesn't change - I would like to leave a message to the "woman" I sat next to the other day. Either lose weight,  cross your legs or pay double fare 'cos I don't appreciate being squashed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-116267373678345984?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/116267373678345984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=116267373678345984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116267373678345984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/116267373678345984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-4th-november-2006.html' title='Saturday 4th November 2006.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115792660105662374</id><published>2006-09-10T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:16:41.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 10th September 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Stepping out" by Joe Jackson - even though my daughter has been doing her best to change it to hers - "Total eclipse of the heart" by Bonnie Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit sad today. A lovely gentleman I've known for a long time is very ill in hospital after having a second brain haemorrage. Get well soon Lesley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115792660105662374?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115792660105662374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115792660105662374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115792660105662374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115792660105662374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-10th-september-2006.html' title='Sunday 10th September 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115757746352676536</id><published>2006-09-06T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:29:48.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday September 6th 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Hurts so good" by Millie Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my Mum came 'round for lunch and to help with the new curtains I've got.  I didn't realise she was going to bring 'round my Dad's log book from when he was in the RAF in World War 2.  I didn't have time to read it all the way through but have had it confirmed it is true that people who have been involved in war don't speak about it much.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact it is fascinating, I can't deal with the fact my calm, logical, musical, intelligent,  quiet father is the same person who's flown Dakota's and Wellingtons. Has been on low level bombing raids, has  brought  prisoners of war home - I did kind of know the prisoners bit but he always made light of it.   Has been literally involved in a war! He's been to Singapore, Jerusalem, and other countries that have probably now changed their names.I wish I had more than a log book and nice large paperback of those who learned how to fly in Pensacola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fact...she has the cigarette case that saved her Dad's life along with the bullet it stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115757746352676536?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115757746352676536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115757746352676536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115757746352676536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115757746352676536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesday-september-6th-2006.html' title='Wednesday September 6th 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115723057839695398</id><published>2006-09-02T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:56:18.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 2nd September 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that  have had in my head has been "Mighty Real" the Jimmy Somerville version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not particularly clumsy or accident prone but when I do stupid things or embarassing things happen, I do them in style. Like rocking the supermarket trolley backwards and forwards the first time I went shopping without my newborn son. Like walking off with someone elses trolley, not noticed the piles of dog food in it.&lt;br /&gt;Like walking down Islington Row in the rush hour to the train station when my hold-ups give up.&lt;br /&gt;The most recent episode was a couple of months ago.  My hair  is a bit uncontrollable and I use a product called Bed Head in an attempt to style it for a few hours at least. Bed Head smells lovely and you put a small amount in your palms, rub palms together and then "distribute and style".  I was in my usual rush one morning, washed and "styled" my hair, not realising that  my styling product was  not distributed as well as usual. After 2 hours at work, I go to powder my nose, I can see a lump of styling stuff on the left hand side..an obvious lump!.....it is kind of greyish white and slightly transparent. Took me a while to get rid of the dried product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115723057839695398?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115723057839695398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115723057839695398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115723057839695398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115723057839695398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-2nd-september-2006.html' title='Saturday 2nd September 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115667242009118909</id><published>2006-08-27T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:06:58.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 27th August 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have in my head is "Time in a bottle" by Jim Croce. Makes me want to have a little weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my appetite and sense of taste too. Looks like I'll definitely have to go to the doctors, even my size 10 trousers are getting loose. I seem to have lost 2 stone in the last few months, even my friend Denise, last night noticed, I'd lost even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like trouble is brewing at Blues. After being treated to a lovely evening out last Tuesday and bouyed up by a win, things went back to normal yesterday and we were beaten by Cardiff. Wonder how much longer Steve Bruce will be the manager for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115667242009118909?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115667242009118909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115667242009118909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115667242009118909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115667242009118909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-27th-august-2006.html' title='Sunday 27th August 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115654143041621831</id><published>2006-08-25T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:30:30.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 25th August 2006</title><content type='html'>Today the song I DID have was "Time of my life" by The Pointer Sisters but it has morphed into "Stepping out" - Joe Jackson. Who I really would love to see live......................*shrivels up waiting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a fag in the garden, smelling autumn smells, sun sinking, bat whizzing overhead, then hearing the church bells practice. I live in Erdington?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115654143041621831?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115654143041621831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115654143041621831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115654143041621831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115654143041621831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-25th-august-2006.html' title='Friday 25th August 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115566482513440483</id><published>2006-08-15T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:00:25.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 15th August 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "You are my world" by The Communards.&lt;br /&gt;Talking of which, you don't hear anything of Jimmy Somerville any more do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck hurts and I can't move it! *Whinges*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like summer is already over. Just put the heating on for the first time in weeks. I didn't like the really hot weather but I did like waking up whilst everyone else was still asleep,  just as the sun was rising and going outside with my first coffee of the day. The air would still be fresh, the birds singing their hearts out and flying, for what seemed the sheer joy of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115566482513440483?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115566482513440483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115566482513440483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115566482513440483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115566482513440483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-15th-august-2006.html' title='Tuesday 15th August 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115550277531645956</id><published>2006-08-13T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:59:35.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 13th August 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Everybody's talking at me" Glen Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I've talked about my cousin T before.  He married F in 1988. Wonderful wedding in Aberdeen, meeting relations I hadn't seen for years - or ever met for that matter. All the stops were pulled out.  Then things start to get a bit strange. T's Mum seems to have a real animosity towards F and her family. We all try to look on the other side - protective Mum. It turns out that F has manic depression. Something that her family - including her father who is high up in the medical world of Aberdeen - has either ignored or not told T about.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know much until I'm talking to T on the way back from a funeral. He tells me that at the moment she is going through a phase of having to wear a different coloured "clowns" wig depending on the day of the week. On through the years, she has been sectioned several times. the most recent was when he was called out from work as she wanted to fly from the top of one of the multi story car parks. He has also told me how he needed sleep 'cos she was talking at him...gibberish...but she wouldn't let him sleep, he HAD to hear what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;I did ask if she was on medication - yes she is, but she loves the high when she's not on it. Hence the multi story episode. She has had to be sectioned AND restrained because of her not taking her medication.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I realise that me saying "I don't know how you can cope with it" would have such repurcussions. T's now looking to get divorced and has met K - who is lovely. When they came to Birmingham they spoilt me (for some reason)...Cafe Rouge and Bank!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115550277531645956?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115550277531645956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115550277531645956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115550277531645956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115550277531645956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-13th-august-2006.html' title='Sunday 13th August 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115411064817859775</id><published>2006-07-28T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:17:28.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 28th July 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been the theme tune to The Banana Splits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be getting run down due to my lack of appetite - although I did manage to scoff loads at my son's 21st at The Boathouse in Sutton Park - special thanks to Jenny and Ruth by the way. I'm getting niggly ailments and they're ruining my social life.&lt;br /&gt;I was due to meet a friend I haven't seen for what seems like ages after work on Wednesday, but have had what seems like conjunctivitis - itchy, swollen eyes - so had to postpone. Now, I've not long got home and what I thought was something stuck by my tooth, seems to be an abcess - not that I've had one there before, I'm assuming that's what it is. And it's not like I've got anything planned for the weekend, apart from a hairdo...but I might have done..................and the night is young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wallowing and so what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115411064817859775?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115411064817859775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115411064817859775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115411064817859775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115411064817859775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-28th-july-2006.html' title='Friday 28th July 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115342471258017240</id><published>2006-07-20T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:45:12.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 20th July 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Sweetest Girl" by Scritti Politti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to the lady who banged my shoulder with her big bag when she was getting off the bus and didn't say sorry......those trousers you were wearing didn't disguise the masses of cellulite you've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115342471258017240?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115342471258017240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115342471258017240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115342471258017240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115342471258017240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-20th-july-2006.html' title='Thursday 20th July 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115117859060195703</id><published>2006-06-24T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:49:50.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 24th June 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song - or in this case tune - I have in my head, is Rodrigo guitar concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 packet of gnocchi.&lt;br /&gt;1 carton of roasted vegetable sauce.&lt;br /&gt;1 packet of mozzarella cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to gas mark 5.&lt;br /&gt;Cook gnocchi.&lt;br /&gt;Heat through sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Combine the two in an oven proof dish.&lt;br /&gt;Top with slices of mozzarella.&lt;br /&gt;Place in oven until cheese is melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115117859060195703?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115117859060195703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115117859060195703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115117859060195703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115117859060195703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-24th-june-2006.html' title='Saturday 24th June 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115057019922550908</id><published>2006-06-17T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:49:59.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 17th June 2006.</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head is "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son cooked bombay potatoes the other day - surprisingly nice and surprising he cooked it with no prodding from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very sad, but I have to admit to being chuffed I've now got a washing line up in my garden. Nothing like the smell of newly washed and dried clothes brought in from outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happened to cuckoo spit? I haven't seen any for ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115057019922550908?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115057019922550908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115057019922550908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115057019922550908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115057019922550908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-17th-june-2006.html' title='Saturday 17th June 2006.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115049111474502623</id><published>2006-06-16T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:53:19.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 16th June 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Could it be magic" by Barry Manilow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus tonight coming home from work and just as I'd got myself comfy in my seat, with my book - "The secret life of bees" by Sue Monk Kidd (which I am loving by the way) - when I heard a strange noise. I looked 'round and the woman in the seat across the aisle from me was either sobbing or having an asthma attack. Now I'm the first to admit, I usually avoid situations that could be difficult and I'm sure lots do as well and I'm not proud of that, but I just couldn't ignore the noise. So leaving my shopping bags and book, I went over to the lady and asked if she was alright. She turned 'round and said "My Dad's just died". I was overwhelmed with that feeling of grief you get when you hear news of the death of someone you love, for a few seconds, knowing what she was going through.  We talked until I had to get off the bus. Whether I helped or not, I don't know but I hope so and I'm thinking of her tonight.  Two lovely ladies on the bus too - one passed over some tissues after hearing what we were talking about and another looked after my shopping.  Restored my faith in human nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115049111474502623?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115049111474502623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115049111474502623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115049111474502623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115049111474502623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-16th-june-2006.html' title='Friday 16th June 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-115002763057658601</id><published>2006-06-11T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:18:50.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 11th June 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have in my head is "It's raining men" by The Weather Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son had a letter in the post the other day about his pension, telling him how much state pension he'd be entitled to. He's a 20 year old student so I don't think he's thinking of retiring just yet....or even  be able to pay into a pension plan.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was up early listening to the dawn chorus. The sun was just coming up, the air was fresh and the birds sounded just so full of joy. Wonderful. Although how they can stand having to get up so early every morning is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I'm losing weight without trying. I haven't fitted into size 10 trousers for years and now I can wear them without them even  feeling tight at the end of the day. I'm not complaining - being only 5' 2" it's very obvious as soon as I put on a couple of pounds - and at least I don't suffer quite so much from the heat as I did. Ho hum....looks like I'll be paying yet another visit to my G.P. if it carries on. We'll be on first name terms soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-115002763057658601?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/115002763057658601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=115002763057658601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115002763057658601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/115002763057658601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunday-11th-june-2006.html' title='Sunday 11th June 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-114993169572286720</id><published>2006-06-10T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:22:59.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 10th june 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have in my head is "Angie Baby" by Helen Reddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with men remembering birthdays?  Some kind of mental block like I have with map reading maybe.&lt;br /&gt;And on the subject of birthdays it was mine last week. I really wasn't in the mood to do anything and just wanted to stay in bed all day but my Mum asked me to lunch and my friends asked me 'round for a meal. The weather was glorious and I had a lovely day. So cheers Mum, Denise, Roger,Christine and Chris! It's nice when people make you feel special.....wish I had more than one birthday a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of buses now have what look like t.v. screens on them. They have  horoscopes, sports and "celebrity" news and now and then show what the cctv is looking at. A hint folks. If you're on the upper deck and there's no-one else up there with you, make sure there's no cameras before you start having a delve into your nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next week. I've got a very nice man coming to paint my house. I didn't buy this house because of the decor. It's a lovely little house with lots of original features and that's what attracted me to it, not the colours it's currently painted. My bedroom is teeny tiny but the skirting boards are blue with a green stripe along the top, the ceiling is mauve, two walls are purple and two are mint green, the door is purple with the panels painted blue and mauve. This time next week, it should be cream and white. I couldn't leave it any longer 'cos I'm kinda getting used to the colours. And that's just one room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  in a strange mood today. I feel sad. Not depressed, sad. Last time I felt like this, I found out two days later that two people I am very close to split up. I'm just going to have to 'phone/text everyone I know. Or should I? I don't like hearing bad news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-114993169572286720?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/114993169572286720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=114993169572286720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/114993169572286720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/114993169572286720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-10th-june-2006.html' title='Saturday 10th june 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-114652677131134552</id><published>2006-05-02T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:39:31.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 2nd May 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song I have had in my head and been singing (sorry Maxine) has been "Same Situation" by Joni Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had  surprisingly nice texts and emails from various folks about the Blues relegation - c'est la vie, was on the cards months ago, just wish I hadn't had a bet with a Villa fan colleague that this wouldn't happen. Dreading seeing him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Kite Runner again - what a wonderful read. Everyone I know who I've recommended it to has said the same thing. Made me cry - which I resist doing.....long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have had a good couple of weeks, staying with Jenny(sister) and Mark (her hubby) for two weekends. Mark managed to get tickets for them to go to see The Might Boosh live (apparently I wouldn't have enjoyed the show!?). Jenny and Mark have been busy writing books and with looking after their two kids so my two were chuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer's fixed thanks to J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus I caught to town the other day smelt of mothballs..which was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having to go for  tests - blood and ecg - 'cos of health problems I've been having. I've had a really really stressful year so maybe it's catching up with me. Whatever the cause, it's not nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-114652677131134552?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/114652677131134552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=114652677131134552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/114652677131134552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/114652677131134552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-2nd-may-2006.html' title='Tuesday 2nd May 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-113875113056192567</id><published>2006-02-01T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:45:30.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 31st January 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Young hearts run free" by Candi Staton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hearing's sorted - HURRAGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No basin so we are using the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;No cistern so we're using buckets of water.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will have both back, can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-113875113056192567?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/113875113056192567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=113875113056192567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/113875113056192567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/113875113056192567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2006/02/tuesday-31st-january-2006.html' title='Tuesday 31st January 2006'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-113373908894570554</id><published>2005-12-05T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:49:02.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 4th December 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song I have had in my head has been "Do they know it's Christmas" - Band Aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is there because I have ventured out into the wilds of Sutton Coldfield to get some presents this afternoon and sadly one shop was playing the oldies. Got half of what I wanted/needed to get which was good considering I've been a bit, well, tense is the word I suppose, around crowds and or noise. And DON'T get me going on people who take their kids with them and then totally ignore their crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These adverts for creams that get rid of wrinkles seem to have no disclaimer for someone putting it on unevenly - might you end up looking like you'd had a stroke? Kind of Quasimodo-ish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-113373908894570554?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/113373908894570554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=113373908894570554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/113373908894570554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/113373908894570554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunday-4th-december-2005.html' title='Sunday 4th December 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-113061664725533951</id><published>2005-10-29T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:10:47.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 29th October 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "She's not there" by Santana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must recommend "The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini, what a wonderful and moving read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football? Pah! What a load of rubbish it is supporting a football team - they're bound to let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with this gold and silver shoes and handbags stuff? I don't care if it's the latest fashion, it's sad and tacky. Think old women, bingo wings, Benidorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved thank goodness, moved over a month ago in fact. Almost finished sorting out what goes where. And just 'cos I'm a Bluenose, doesn't mean I'm going to keep the colours of blue and white (with a beige suite)  in the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-113061664725533951?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/113061664725533951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=113061664725533951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/113061664725533951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/113061664725533951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-29th-october-2005.html' title='Saturday 29th October 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112578119390597556</id><published>2005-09-03T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:01:37.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 3rd September 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head and been singing has been/is "Everybody's talking at me" by Glenn Campell.&lt;br /&gt;I expect Simon Cowell to appear any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - expecting to move next Friday. From a 4 bedroom house with 2 bathrooms to a 3 up 3 down. I've done my best to remove myself from where I live now but it is hard. So many memories but as they say "shit happens" or "it's fate". Whatever, I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;I feel emotional because I really felt this was MY home, to stay in forever. Oh well, looking forward to moving to the seaside in three years time - I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112578119390597556?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112578119390597556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112578119390597556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112578119390597556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112578119390597556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturday-3rd-september-2005.html' title='Saturday 3rd September 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112422086465972288</id><published>2005-08-16T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:34:24.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 16th August 2005.</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "You are my World" by The Communards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's not right. I've been packing ready to move house and I have 8 big cartons of my books, records and C.D.'s but only one and a half bin liners of clothes. Surely it should be the other way around - being female? I did have to give away some lovely clothes though, including some gorgeous dresses given to me as presents that I'd kept in the hope I'd lose weight. I've lost over half a stone and tried them on but I found it difficult to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten how stressful moving house is. It's the not knowing when it's going to happen. If I'd been given a date at the beginning, the organising of a lot of things could be done straight away - like sorting out the gas and electricity, that kind of thing, rather than doing it at what seems the last minute. In an ideal world eh?&lt;br /&gt;Still, it'll be nice to pay off all of my debts, that'll be a weight off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blues played Fulham away on Saturday, first match of the season. I had a bad feeling about that match and sad to say I was proved right. A point's a point but I wanted us to win as I felt if we didn't it would jinx the rest of the season . Hopefully I'll be proved wrong on Saturday when Blues play Man City at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do cats eat moths?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112422086465972288?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112422086465972288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112422086465972288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112422086465972288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112422086465972288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuesday-16th-august-2005.html' title='Tuesday 16th August 2005.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112353322778626852</id><published>2005-08-08T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:33:47.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 8th August 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head - and singing (my neighbours love me) has been "Seagull" by Bad Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friends house for a curry on Saturday night, the curry was cooked by her hubby Pete and was very good - nearly as good as one of mine - must tempt him to a curry competition next time I speak to him. Christine, my friend has got religion in a big big way. I have a feeling she thinks she's not a good person though why that is I don't know, she's the goodest person I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished reading   &lt;a href="http://www.jeanmauel.co.uk/clanOfTheCaveBear.htm"&gt;http://www.jeanmauel.co.uk/clanOfTheCaveBear.htm&lt;/a&gt; (again) and starting on the second one - I must learn how to do proper links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112353322778626852?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112353322778626852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112353322778626852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112353322778626852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112353322778626852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-8th-august-2005.html' title='Monday 8th August 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112267452711833687</id><published>2005-07-29T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:25:57.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 29th July 2005.</title><content type='html'>Today, the song I've had had in my head has been "Simple Game" - the Four Tops version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake - just seen my first &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CHRISTMAS" target="_blank"&gt;Christmas&lt;/a&gt; tree - IT'S STILL SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to a question on a message board - "first crush" I did admit to the history teacher being mine but maybe it should have read "first unrealistic crush" who for me would be a real proper one, David Bowie-&lt;a href="http://www.davidbowie.com/"&gt;http://www.davidbowie.com/&lt;/a&gt;. and who  still is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112267452711833687?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112267452711833687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112267452711833687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112267452711833687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112267452711833687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-29th-july-2005.html' title='Friday 29th July 2005.'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112181325828401285</id><published>2005-07-19T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:56:19.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 19th July 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song I have had in my head has been "Working my way back to you" by (I think) The Temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear oh dear. Those who know me will know I'm a voracious reader. When I saw "The First Wives Club" going cheap, I thought "book I can read, don't have to think and concentrate too much on" and, as the blurb says "Hilarious, smooth and sexy" (Cosmopolitan), "It does what all good &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BOOKS" target="_blank"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt; do, forces you to keep turning pages" (Independent on Sunday). I have never not finished a book, no matter how awful or badly written it is - maybe that's what the Independent was talking about. Need I say more? I could you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112181325828401285?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112181325828401285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112181325828401285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112181325828401285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112181325828401285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/tuesday-19th-july-2005.html' title='Tuesday 19th July 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112152568084125295</id><published>2005-07-16T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:54:40.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 16th July 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been from some advert - "They're tasty, tasty, very very tasty, they're very tasty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Birmingham's rally  - United for peace - and I was sad to see so few people there, considering how many people live in Birmingham and must read the Evening Mail. Several of the speakers were so inspiring  - I'm not a religious person but after hearing the buddhist and the man who is head of the Islam community in Birmingham oh boy did I feel inspired. And the poet at the end, who some people sadly didn't stay to hear was absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;One message was - imho - the bombers in London were not true Muslims - could be a conspiracy against them? The message that did come across loud and clear was  that we should get to know our neighbours, respect other faiths and really it comes down to let's not judge others who appear to be different. Fine by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112152568084125295?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112152568084125295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112152568084125295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112152568084125295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112152568084125295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/saturday-16th-july-2005.html' title='Saturday 16th July 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112146584875753396</id><published>2005-07-15T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:17:28.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 15th July 2005 - still....</title><content type='html'>BobCat aka Bordesley Superstar's Friday 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)What is the meaning of life in your opinion?&lt;br /&gt; Do as you would be done by.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe there is no meaning, you just have to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;But I could probably go on for hours and hours 'cos that is a tricky question to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What song do you think you could Karaoke the best?&lt;br /&gt;Everything I own - Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)The most money you've ever paid for a meal for two?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember, probably £8.99 two for one special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Have you bought your first Christmas present yet and of so what?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh - the dreaded C word!  Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What muppet are you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, there's only ONE female muppet as far as I'm aware and I'm not blonde with a big nose who hits creatures with her handbag, so, I guess I'd have to be Animal. You didn't see my hair this morning did you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112146584875753396?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112146584875753396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112146584875753396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112146584875753396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112146584875753396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-15th-july-2005-still.html' title='Friday 15th July 2005 - still....'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112145418601035026</id><published>2005-07-15T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:03:06.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 15th July 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head had been the theme tune to "Casey Jones" - a children's programme from hundreds of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through Birmingham City Centre this evening, thinking to myself I'm beginning to really hate this place. Everyone seems so self centred, rude and ignorant. In a few more years, there'll be nothing to keep me here apart from my Mum and having said that, I am not an only child. I want to be somewhere where people say hello, how are you and mean it. Somewhere where fireworks aren't being set off for no reason night after night. Where there's not the continual hum and smell of traffic. Where people actually care about  their environment.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some of the people where I live do say hello and are very friendly, but they have been living here for years and are old. Soon the houses will all be let to students or converted into flats.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided, when son's finished Uni and daughter's started, that's it - I'll be off. Not sure where yet, but at the moment I have a yearning to live by either a river or the sea.&lt;br /&gt;And why typing that's made me feel weepy, heaven knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112145418601035026?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112145418601035026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112145418601035026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112145418601035026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112145418601035026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-15th-july-2005.html' title='Friday 15th July 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112129235499350014</id><published>2005-07-13T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:05:54.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 13th July 2005</title><content type='html'>That bloody song is still in my head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I was going to write about this earlier but didn't want a flurry of phone calls and emails to me and my family. My panic is over so I'm glad I've waited until now. Last night and this morning, there seemed to be blood in my urine - eeeek! Seeing as I've had really bad kidney infections before now, I thought my time was up, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;After talking to a friend who happened to be talking about what we'd eaten last night for tea, it appears beetroot is the culprit as that is all I ate yesterday. So let that be a message to all you boys and girls - eat properly - or eat beetroot and go through a day drinking gallons of water and thinking the end is nigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112129235499350014?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112129235499350014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112129235499350014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112129235499350014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112129235499350014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/wednesday-13th-july-2005_13.html' title='Wednesday 13th July 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112127474162855237</id><published>2005-07-13T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:12:21.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 13th July 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Beauty School Dropout" from Grease - but not the whole tune, just the first line. Great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of nice games to play- &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/"&gt;http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to that great culinary invention turf and surf? Remember? It was a meal consisting of prawns, steak and the usual bits and bobs. I love prawns and I love steak but not together on the same plate thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112127474162855237?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112127474162855237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112127474162855237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112127474162855237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112127474162855237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/wednesday-13th-july-2005.html' title='Wednesday 13th July 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14151158.post-112077307620031173</id><published>2005-07-07T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:24:22.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 7th July 2005</title><content type='html'>Today, the song that I have had in my head has been "Same Situation" by Joni Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write about what's been happening in the titch &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOUSEHOLD" target="_blank"&gt;household&lt;/a&gt; this week but after what has happened today in London, that doesn't seem quite appropriate. There is no point me putting links to what's happened as I'm sure everyone knows there were 4 bombs set off in the centre of London during this morning's rush hour. No warning, just set off. I've always hated going on the tube and how people must have &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; being trapped down there makes me shudder. And then for some people to be escorted onto a bus which itself exploded.&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite get my head 'round it - it almost seems unreal.&lt;br /&gt; What could have made the bombers feel they had to do it in the first place? The wars in Afghanistan and Iraq? Hatred for the West? Will we ever really find out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14151158-112077307620031173?l=3equals1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/feeds/112077307620031173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14151158&amp;postID=112077307620031173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112077307620031173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14151158/posts/default/112077307620031173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3equals1.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-7th-july-2005.html' title='Thursday 7th July 2005'/><author><name>Bluetitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09413720076750933779</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
