Halloween
You all know how I feel about this, if not search for last year's post on Halloween.
I thought this was an interesting take on the festival/celebrations and quite like the approach "celebrate good over evil". What do you think?
You all know how I feel about this, if not search for last year's post on Halloween.
(Clever title, huh?!)
'One Day in History' is a one off opportunity for you to join in a mass blog for the national record. We want as many people as possible to record a 'blog' diary which will be stored by the British Library as a historical record of our national life.
In Italy, 8% are obese.
A security alert in Germany was caused after discarded jelly from a wedding was mistaken for toxic waste.
A large area near the town of Halle was cordoned off after a "flabby red, orange and green substance" was found by the road, Reuters reported.
Fire officers in protective suits spent two hours inspecting the substance before concluding it was jelly.
Well I've done this 4 times with Stella with varying results. This morning was quite a smooth transaction whereas this evening was frought; accompanied by yowling, hissing and punctured flesh. Anyone would think that she doesn't want to be well.
Daughter number one came into the kitchen this morning clutching a carrier bag and looking rather sheepish. It would appear that her long missing lunch box had turned up in her room after all. It had been missing for about two weeks, wrapped in two layers of carrier bag and still had a sizeable amount of the pasta salad that she had had for lunch two weeks ago. I tend to find that there is no point in dwelling on doing a task like that: you have to bite the bullet and just do it. So I did. I took off the leaky carriers and chucked them in the bin and then tipped out the rancid lunch. It was only then that the smell hit me- speed was of the essence so it was flung into hot soapy water in order to wash it. But by then the smell was threatening to knock me out and with the offending box soaking I ran to put the contents of the bin in the wheelie bin outside (thankfully it being collection day today!) Unfortunately dear reader I had the misfortune of getting some of the offending liquid on my arm in the process of doing this. Toxic waste, as you know will never be removed by seven or eight washes with soap and water so I was now doomed to have the smell linger wherever I go. The washing up beckoned me and the smell was foul. After washing, I boiled the kettle and drained it thoroughly in order to kill the smell, germs and general offensiveness that lurked behind it's now respectable, clean exterior.
A study published in the journal Sexually Transmitted Infections in 2005 suggested that one in 10 British men used prostitutes. And the Home Office suggests that a typical "john" is "around 30 years of age, married, in full time employment, and with no criminal convictions."
Pinch, punch, first of the month! (No return!)