I’m so pleased Susan Boyle didn’t win, she’s just too weird somehow and she would have been so boring.
Now these kids are FANTASTIC!
Can you imagine the time and effort spent in perfecting this routine – see, not all kids are out there to mug, rob and cause trouble!
I hope they have a bright and successful future 
Spent yesterday sitting in the the in-laws beautiful garden, relaxed and nattering, enjoying the sun.
I knew I was “catching” it somewhat but I did rather under estimate how much!
I’m not even going to show my face.. but this is the damage done to my chest..
Not a good pic but enough to give you an idea of what I mean!
So today, even though I bought myself a lovely deck chair yesterday, I will have to stay out of the sun and get some lotion.. I have loads indoors but where oh where, I have no idea..
Primary Menstrual Cramps can be a debilitating problem for some 10% of women.
Conventional treatment can even be as drastic as exploratory surgery whilst looking for a cure.
A less intrusive solution is available.
Orgasm from masturbation has been found to relieve the painful symptoms of menstrual cramps.
Whilst it is not always convenient to masturbate for the necessary five minutes until the pain subsides, hands free masturbation is still possible.
In order to do this one simply has to clench and then relax the vagina repeatedly for five minutes.
With this method no one need know of the discomfort being suffered, and the pain soon goes.
Do not try this whilst driving or operating heavy machinery.
This, along with the cure for mental illness and other total TWADDLE can be found HERE
This is what I got trying to load a Facebook photo this evening – a new one to me!
As a child when we'd go to the seaside I used to love taking a sneaky peak at the saucy postcards.
This is one I remember tittering about for a long time and when I found it online I just had to share.. 
This post is written as a way of getting some thoughts off my chest. An attempt to relieve some feelings I am having and not liking one bit. Feelings I’m not sure about, are they valid or irrational?
I’m not normally as open as this, tending more often than not to blog about safer topics.
Worrying about the repercussions if my kids read this (I doubt that they do though)
Anyway, here goes…
A few years ago I was blogging about being a slightly unhappy empty nester. Don’t know if anyone remembers that but I was terrified about my 3 grown up kids leaving home – 2 of them at least semi leaving home for uni and my eldest leaving to work in Dubai.
However, as the ever adaptable humans we are I really really came to love them being away.
Having the home to myself, well, with Rob as well but I hope you know what I mean.
Being able to have peace and quiet when I wanted it, music of my choice when I wanted it, tidying up and washing up and coming home to find it still tidy and clean.
Having a fridge full of food that I knew would not be all eaten by the time I got in.
Not having to cook meals that suited everybody, ie, dairy free for two and vegetarian for another.
Not having to put up with Hollyoaks on the TV when I get home from a hard days work.
Not having their “stuff” all over the place and especially not being woken up all times of the night when they come in from clubs and pubs.
BUT all that I’ve come to know and love is coming to an end – at least for the foreseeable.
One daughter has now finished uni, one daughter has come home until September and my son is about to come home from Dubai and stay with us until he can find himself a suitable flat.
NOW DON’T get me wrong, I absolutely love my kids to death. Without them my life would be pointless and I’d be lost. I feel terribly guilty to say all this but HOW am I going to cope again?
To be brutally honest I don’t want to have to cope. They are not kids now, they are 28, 26 and 21 and I don’t want to be the “carer” anymore.
What I would like is a grown-up relationship of equality in the home, where they do, without complaint, a fair share of the chores and cooking etc etc. But I know they won’t. No matter how much I try to get them to do so, it seems that when they are here they think they are the “kids” and should therefore be looked after.
They always make me feel like the bad mother, the lazy useless mother who is always moaning and complaining.
If they did their bit then I’d have nothing to moan or complain about…
For goodness sake I looked after them for more than 20 years!!
Am I bad to want my “freedom” now? Is there any part of what I am feeling that is not totally nuts?
I will always be their Mother and I will always love them but I need to feel free…
Now I’m scared they will read this……
In just a couple of weeks it will be my sons 28th, and all these big numbers make me feel so old. It’s hard to believe I’ve been a Mum for so long.
To celebrate today we went out to eat at gbk.
It was lovely and a nice change from cooking 
Earlier in the day my partner and I went for a walk around with our cameras, looking out for interesting stuff to take pictures of.
I’m going to uploading to Flickr soon
After that I sat in the sun for sometime – today’s temperature, according to my thermometer was about 25c, which is very very nice indeed!
Look at this!
One Lovely Blog Award from my blogging buddy Technodoll – thanks!
Now, I read a lot of lovely blogs so it only seems fair to pass it on, and I think those most deserving are my most loyal readers and commenter's – so Top Commenter's, you know who you are!
This is an African looking ornament I actually bought in Greece – probably made in China! LOL
Either way I love the colours!
Overnight my poor little blog has been bombarded with over 80 spam comments.
They are obviously done by some kind of automated software set up by some sad git with nothing better to do in life.
I have not clicked the links as I don’t want any nasty infections or anything but by hovering over them they look like they go to some kind of sex site.
I feel my blog has been dirtied by these comments and I would like to delete them all but with so many it will take ages..
So, to avoid anymore, at least for the time being I feel I have to put on the word verification, which I hate and the moderation back on, which I also dislike as it makes for delays in comments appearing, particularly if I’m not online for a day.
He comes to visit and she is quite fascinated by him – but no worries, she is spayed!
Home today with tummy troubles, so a little time to catch up on my favourite blogs.
It’s only a few days since I had a chance to get round and comment but it’s amazing how many posts some have up in that short time, how on earth do people keep up?
So, got plenty to do – I will try to get to your blog and then when I’m tired I’m going to watch an old movie, 10 Rillington Place
After subletting his upstairs London flat to a mentally deficient young man named Timothy Evans and his pregnant wife Beryl, John Christie announces to the impoverished Evans that he is an accomplished abortionist and agrees to perform the illegal operation on Beryl in order to help them out of their jam. Aroused by the sight of her naked and unconscious form, however, Christie rapes and strangles her instead, then convinces the half-witted Evans that although she died from surgery, the police will probably believe Evans guilty of foul play and charge him with murder. Evans flees but is caught, tried, convicted of murder, and hanged. Based on the true story of British mass-murderer John Reginald Christie, who drugged, raped, and strangled eight women (one of whom was his wife) between 1940 and 1953, hiding their bodies in the garden as well as in a large cupboard, which he then covered up with wallpaper inside his home. A shy and sickly man (he was gassed during World War I), Christie could also be quite persuasive, which explains how he was able to lure many of his victims to his murderous lair at 10 Rillington Place, an address that eventually became as well-known to Londoners as 10 Downing Street.
Taken from IMDB
Martha invited me to take part in her new meme Color Carnival – I almost forgot, but better late than never!
A lot of people think we Brits eat a lot of fish and chips.
Years ago we used to, there used to be a “chippy” on every street but not so nowadays.
Most of them have been changed into kebab shops or some kind of Mr Chicken and Chips.
Plus it’s no longer the cheap meal it used to be when I was a kid and also with much more emphasis on healthy eating it is a little bit on the fatty side!
So, to have fish and chips now we either have to buy frozen fish and chips and make it in the oven or deep fry it, or to travel a bit for the real McCoy!
And that’s what we did this evening. My youngest daughter is home with her car so she drove me to The Sea Shell.
This is a lovely fish and chip shop which has been there for over 40 years. You can sit in and eat there or take away. We brought ours home as it’s very expensive to sit in.
And I must say, it was DELICIOUS and I’m stuffed!!!
This little video is hoping to promote the northern seaside town of Blackpool to the French..
I must admit I've never been as far north as Blackpool but it has the reputation of being a seedy, tacky, rainy place, where everyone wears “Kiss Me Quick” hats, not at all sexy as perhaps the French might expect..
But then, that’s terrible stereo-typing!
A rather grand looking London building, which I can say I have been inside - not for happy reasons either..
But that’s another story..
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Read about the Courts HERE
Went out with my partner today and chose some new glasses for me – at last! It’s just over a year since I had my eyes tested but I don’t think they’ve changed.
It’s going to take a week before they are ready – I hope I still like them by then! They are a late birthday prezzie
After taking ages to choose I didn’t want to go home as it was so nice out, so Rob went home and I hopped onto a bus and then went walking around the City Of London. It felt good to walk whichever way I wanted to but I missed having company when everyone around me seemed to be either in a couple or some kind of small group.
I took a few photos, sat in the sun in Paternoster Square and had a snack and then walked and walked again – good exercise I’d say!
Or view HERE
I don't think anyone really likes pigeons but it made me smile when I saw this little group just "chillin" in this puddle, it wasn't even a hot day!
I pass this advertisement on my daily journey and I love the style!
I signed up and set up Latitude some time ago on my mobile phone, it works with Google Maps.
It allows you to let those who you choose to see your location anywhere in the world.
It's very customisable, it can be at street level or just city level so not too worrying!
To me it’s just a bit of fun, to be used with a certain amount of caution – although I’m not one to worry particularly about being stalked or anything!
Now I see that Google have introduced the Public Location Badge which you can see I have set up and installed on my left hand sidebar (for now)
This is also very customisable in that you can have different types of maps and can show your location at different levels.
I opened Google maps on my phone and my badge updated almost instantly – very clever, I love it.
However there is a manual option in Latitude on the phone where you can pick anywhere in the world and make it look like you are there at anytime.. So, you may notice that right now I am in Rochester NY..
(I’m not really, I’m at home in London, but I have a weird sense of humour and this amuses me - hehehe)
Today in England it’s a Bank Holiday which should be nice but so often, like today, it’s raining on and off.
Good to get the day off work but that’s about it.
For some reason I feel restless and bored today. Want to go out and do something but I don’t know what or where to go.
I always have this urge to go places I’ve not been before, sort of like a mini adventure (OK I know, sounds silly) to take lots of photos and just aimlessly wander around taking in the sights.
Now the problem is I don’t know anyone who likes to do this with me, not even my partner Rob. Poor man I do drag him about 
sometimes but I know he doesn’t really enjoy what I call “mystery tours”.
There must be loads of people out there who have this wanderlust as I do, why do I never meet them? Where are they?
Yeah, I know I can go by myself but it’s not as much fun.
Spotted this old car when walking home, my partner loves these old things - (me being one of them “old things”.. lol)
I also met for the first time, my blogging buddy Jo and her husband Keith, who live on Hadar, one of the narrow boats.
It was wonderful to meet her at last and she kindly allowed me to look around inside her boat. It’s so cleverly designed with everything you’d need but in a very small space, very cosy!
The weather was perfect, sunny and warm – what a surprise for a Bank Holiday! And of course I took lots of photos…
If the slideshow is too slow you can view the photos HERE
As I was walking home from work this evening my partner called to tell me there had been some kind of incident some way down a nearby road.
He had seen a few hours earlier the air ambulance helicopter, fire engines and police in the area.
Me being the nosy inquisitive type took a walk down there to see what had happened.
A very large tree had fallen right across the road, pavement to pavement.
I asked other onlookers what had happened and was told it had just fallen, maybe due to rotten roots, crushing the red car, seriously injuring the man inside and two women who were sitting outside the coffee shop. 
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