<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804</id><updated>2009-12-15T23:41:19.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an English Actor/Mum/Whatever</title><subtitle type='html'>My life really - how do you describe that? Read it and see....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>629</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-1053111513428676192</id><published>2009-12-15T17:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:37:36.104Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmic ordering'/><title type='text'>Some waffling..and more cosmic ordering</title><content type='html'>I want to waffle...I haven't blogged for a while...so here I am...lots of minutiae to share (have I spelled that right?) and nothing major.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing Christmas theme in teaching this week. And giving out chocolates after class so I'm very popular. And I also got given chocolates - twice! Which made me feel very loved and special! My first proper "teacher" presents.....totally bad for the diet but hey - it's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole the Comic Relief Red Nose off my car today. Now I know - Comic Relief was ages ago - and I'm quite amazed no one has stolen it before- but I miss it. And so does Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby is Mr Contrary Pants today. Everything I say is the opposite. "I don' wanna" is the continuous whine. I told him to put his coat on "don wanna put coat on" so I said he'd get cold "don wanna get cold" SO PUT THE FRICKIN COAT ON!!! ARGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got loads of Christmas cards in the post today which makes me feel immensely guilty as I haven't sent any for about 2 years. I assumed that would take me OFF people's lists but no - they are still much nicer people than I am and continue to send festive cheer through the Royal Mail.....and I'm ever so grateful. Will try harder next year I promise.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new sofa today. A while ago Rob was taking the piss out of the Cosmic Ordering System - a la Noel Edmonds. Regular readers may remember I experimented with the Ordering system a while ago and &lt;a href="http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2006/06/cosmic-ordering-service.html"&gt;asked for a healthy baby and a new car&lt;/a&gt;. I got &lt;a href="http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-going-to-do-this-in-2-posts.html"&gt;both&lt;/a&gt;. And the new car was so not on the cards at the time I asked for it. It's consistently the post that gets googled the most on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I told Rob I'd try again and I wanted a new sofa. I have wanted one for ages - a leather one - but there's no point buying one as the boys will only wreck it..but I still watch those DFS adverts and wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, on Facebook, a Netmum who I met for the first time on Saturday (and got on with immediately) was asking if anyone wanted a black leather sofa in excellent condition. I got on the phone, found a man and van round the corner who could pick it up for £50. They did so - we couldn't get it in the house but after they removed the banisters we got my lovely new sofa in!  In the meantime I put my old sofa on Freecycle and half an hour after the new one was in, the old one was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SyfH-crKnuI/AAAAAAAAA68/SimqRPfvepY/s1600-h/Photo034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SyfH-crKnuI/AAAAAAAAA68/SimqRPfvepY/s400/Photo034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415516952599371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely new black leather sofa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it. All fell into place (although the banister is now even more rickety than it was but it needed replacing anyway....) with remarkable ease....and the universe answered my request again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost don't want to push it by asking for anything else! I also don't really NEED anything else.....but try it - really do - even if you feel silly! In my original request I made up a poem. For the sofa I just asked out loud in my kitchen. I did say please. Maybe that helped...Let me know if it works for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else....I had loads of things in my head when I started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful to Starbucks UK for not scrimping on Eggnog this year - last year you couldn't get a Nog Latte for love nor money - this year you can and I have been indulging a bit...my weight has stayed the same for the last two weeks (sort of....I put on a pound and a half then took it off a week later) and I'm not going to WW this week as I'm singing at Toby's preschool party......and I have been given choccies twice! Ah well....it's Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob has the week off next week and we've got lots of festive fun planned. On Monday Oz and I are going to my friend Pearl's christmas do at her office (we're pretending Oz is her Godson so he can get in!) and I hope to grab some sushi while in town....Tuesday I'm hoping to see my dear dear chum Red who lives in Dubai - we must have been related in a previous life as I am so attached to her it must be sisterhood.  Wednesday we are going to Selfridges to see Santa and the Christmas lights and Thursday we're off to the panto at Greenwich. Then it's Christmas! Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I said Christmas in this post....I'll stop waffling now - go order something cosmically and tell me how you get on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-1053111513428676192?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1053111513428676192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=1053111513428676192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1053111513428676192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1053111513428676192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-wafflingand-more-cosmic-ordering.html' title='Some waffling..and more cosmic ordering'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SyfH-crKnuI/AAAAAAAAA68/SimqRPfvepY/s72-c/Photo034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-2647715841998326476</id><published>2009-12-08T19:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:19:08.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oz having a go at finishing the tree off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtdeYwxcUBM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NtdeYwxcUBM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking pretty festive at the moment round at ours! And I've been counting my blessings recently as there seems so much sadness and stress around with my friends - trying to be as supportive as I can but I'm run ragged at the moment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to post more but just wanted to say a slightly belated WELCOME to the beautiful Yoshabelle Giselle - daughter to Moxie who birthed her in record time - 9lbs 11!!! Nearly as big as Oz and I'm twice the size of Mox! The sweetest bits of this week so far have been watching that beautiful baby on webcam....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-2647715841998326476?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2647715841998326476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=2647715841998326476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/2647715841998326476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/2647715841998326476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/12/oz-having-go-at-finishing-tree-off-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-7908554124220244690</id><published>2009-11-30T19:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:48:29.418Z</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Toby won't eat it. Just won't. I tried the breakfast muffins detailed below....nope. Even Oscar didn't eat them the day after. So this week in my online shop I bought ingredients to try 4 different breakfast alternatives - 2 muffins and 2 flapjack style breakfast bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping arrived tonight at 6.30 so not much time - I did the easiest recipe I found - Granola muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Jordan's Superfoods granola with blueberries and strawberries (dried) in it. And Betty Crocker Bisquick as that is what they had at Tesco.  I used choc chips and left out the nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 cups biscuit mix&lt;br /&gt;1 cup granola, your favorite&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons honey&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup mini chocolate chips or chopped dates&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped nuts, optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400°. Combine all ingredients in a mixing bowl; beat with a wooden spoon until well blended, about 30 to 45 seconds. Fill greased muffin cups 2/3 full. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxQhCWKtr_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/jOOtP84Muwg/s1600/Photo025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxQhCWKtr_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/jOOtP84Muwg/s400/Photo025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409985376572780530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bake for 15 to 20 minutes, or until a wooden pick or cake tester inserted in center comes out clean. Makes 12 granola muffins.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxQhCq979XI/AAAAAAAAA60/jVG9SVYR5PI/s1600/Photo027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxQhCq979XI/AAAAAAAAA60/jVG9SVYR5PI/s400/Photo027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409985382156334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 5 minutes to measure out and mix, then whacked in the oven! Using the cups is much easier than faffing with scales. And using the bisquick made it easy. They're quite dense - not like the muffins in Starbucks - and they're not too sweet - which is what i wanted as, even with the chocolate chips, I don't want to sugar-rush the boys (especially Oscar) first thing in the morning. I like them - let's see if the boys eat a couple in the morning - I'll let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-7908554124220244690?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7908554124220244690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=7908554124220244690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/7908554124220244690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/7908554124220244690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/11/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxQhCWKtr_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/jOOtP84Muwg/s72-c/Photo025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-1909773651424987095</id><published>2009-11-29T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:43:48.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Tobyisms....</title><content type='html'>He's being totally cute and I just have to write these down so I don't forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you a story. Once upon a time.....there was Me! I lost my present in the water. The end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anuvver story. Once upon a time there was a house. Me was in the house. There was a rooster who ate grass and there was egg. Rooster sat on egg to make it hatch. Look! A hand! Look! A baby hamster"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a lovely open house where some friends and others were selling home-made crafts - I was showing Rob what I'd bought as presents for christmas for friends (not the boys) and Toby was in tears because he didn't have a present. "I is sad" was the wail.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-1909773651424987095?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1909773651424987095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=1909773651424987095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1909773651424987095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1909773651424987095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/11/tobyisms.html' title='Tobyisms....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-5152202426058842877</id><published>2009-11-28T08:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:31:23.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Martha Stewart eat your f***ing heart out...</title><content type='html'>Argh! My life is bonkers at the moment...Have had so much to do, so many commitments.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning....Oscar wakes up in tears saying his neck hurts. Rob said he felt some glands but now Oscar has his chin glued to his chest, refuses to raise his head and says it hurts too much. He's got a bit of a "honky cough" (his words) and I've no doubt he feels a bit rubbish - but he really is milking it. When he thought I wasn't looking his head pops up to see the telly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love him, and I'm a sucker, I'm up to my eyes in grated carrot. I was inspired by my stonecutter chum Annie to make breakfast muffins at some point over the weekend and had made the mistake of telling the boys about it- Oz and Toby are rubbish at eating breakfast and Annie came up with &lt;a href="http://www.kitchenmirror.com/2009/10/whole-grain-morning-glory-muffins-aka.html"&gt;this fab recipe &lt;/a&gt;and I thought it was a great idea - cake for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not a great cook and also a lot of Annie's ingredients were complicated (flax seed meal?) and not the sort of thing I have in my cupboards. I found this one instead on the Waitrose website and we happened to have everything in the house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;300g plain wholemeal flour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50g rolled porridge oats, plus extra for decoration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 heaped tsp baking powder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp mixed spice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;½ tsp ground cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100g raisins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100g dried apricots, chopped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50g pecans, chopped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50g caster sugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100ml sunflower oil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150ml natural yogurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150ml milk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium egg, beaten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 medium bananas, mashed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small apples, grated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium carrot (100g peeled weight), coarsely grated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxDeq1xtJNI/AAAAAAAAA6k/iSMjG-qe9Uo/s1600/Photo015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxDeq1xtJNI/AAAAAAAAA6k/iSMjG-qe9Uo/s400/Photo015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409067980043396306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxDeqovoGGI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uxoyG-DgKyo/s1600/Photo016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxDeqovoGGI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uxoyG-DgKyo/s400/Photo016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409067976545015906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 190°C, gas mark 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightly oil a non-stick muffin pan with 12 large cups (or two six-cup pans).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the first nine ingredients (the dry ingredients) in a large bowl and set aside. In another bowl, mix the remaining (wet) ingredients well. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry  and stir until just combined.&lt;br /&gt;Spoon into the prepared pans.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sprinkle with oats and bake for 20 minutes or till a skewer inserted into the middle comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave in the tin for 5 minutes, then cool on a rack. Eat when still  warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can prepare the dry and wet ingredients the night before.  Combine the two in the morning and you'll have a fresh-baked breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I even had a cup of tea this morning, I was grating apples and carrots and combining ingredients. They are in the oven now. I can smell them and they smell lush.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz is coughing, Toby is whining.....hurry up cakes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-5152202426058842877?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5152202426058842877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=5152202426058842877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5152202426058842877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5152202426058842877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/11/martha-stewart-eat-your-fing-heart-out.html' title='Martha Stewart eat your f***ing heart out...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SxDeq1xtJNI/AAAAAAAAA6k/iSMjG-qe9Uo/s72-c/Photo015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-7856963456042359784</id><published>2009-11-25T08:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:25:17.292Z</updated><title type='text'>My brain has dried up</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've posted...time seems to be on speed at the moment - I can't work out where November went......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stretched myself a bit thin this month - Governor and PTA school stuff has eaten my life! I've been doing training at weekends, meetings in evenings, meetings inbetween work and picking up boys......a bit TOO much in a way - I'm hoping it will die down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob has had to work late most evenings in the past two weeks and the evenings he wasn't, I seemed to be out. I haven't even watched House this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some stuff to deal with too that I'm not quite ready to blog about but am processing - all fine but just a bit of a headfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby was in A&amp;amp;E with croup - ambulance and everything - he really couldn't breathe and it was all a bit scary but he's fine now - just got a horrid cough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. It's a word I keep writing. A few weeks ago I remember thinking how content I was with my life - how things seemed to be settling down with the boys, how Rob and I were happy and reconnected.....and then look what happened - topsy turvy again. It's not bad at the moment - just chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great analogy I have always used - rowboat moments. Most of the time I feel like the QE2 - blazing through the sea, twinkly lights, big bold ship - no idea where I'm going but forging on ahead....then suddenly I'll find myself in a leaky rowboat with one oar in the middle of the ocean with no idea what to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me years to admit I had rowboat moments - I used to pretend everything was wonderful all the time and not allow myself to have weak spots. Now I freely admit it, even plaster it all over the worldwide web when I'm having a crap day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't feel like a rowboat moment. I'm still a big ship, I've just lost my compass and there's stormy weather around. I'm sure I'll sail through it but it won't be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm analogising myself a little bit too much now. I'm just trying to explain whilst still keeping a bit of privacy.....(why am I writing a blog again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. On the upside....I'm getting all Christmassy. I bloody love Christmas and I love that Toby will really get it this year. We're going to Selfridges to see Santa, going to pantomimes and I've been online shopping and have got some fab presents for the boys. My sister is coming over to England for February Half Term which will be fab. My lovely bestest mate Moxie is about to pop her third baby into the world - any day now - and I can't wait to meet him/her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things could be a hell of a lot worse. Some things could be better. ...can't say it any better than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KY1CSNbvbVk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KY1CSNbvbVk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-7856963456042359784?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7856963456042359784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=7856963456042359784&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/7856963456042359784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/7856963456042359784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-brain-has-dried-up.html' title='My brain has dried up'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-1099136247343001696</id><published>2009-10-18T16:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:23:23.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Pirates and Autumn Pie</title><content type='html'>It's been a good day. I did my friend Liz's daughter's birthday party - Liz wanted me to entertain the kids for about half an hour. With the help of my amazing husband I gave the kids the story of Captain Alice and the Leaky Tub. A little role play with silly sound effects. Alice loves pirates but I also had a couple of mermaids and one pirate cat. We all had a jolly time and I earnt £20! Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 days I'm going to be flying up to Scotland to see my bestest bud Moxie, her adorable children and her hunk of a husband. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, after the party, I was feeling a tad creative in the culinary department so I made what I have now called Autumn Pie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fried 2 onions, a green pepper, a packet of turkey mince, 1 green pepper and 1 courgette (zuchini to my American readers) in a little olive oil. I added a little sprinkle of herby &lt;a href="http://www.lakeland.co.uk/F/keyword/good+with+everything+salt/product/1165"&gt;good w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lakeland.co.uk/F/keyword/good+with+everything+salt/product/1165"&gt;ith everything salt&lt;/a&gt; and let it fry for a while until the mince was brown (or as brown as turkey mince gets). I added a tin of Heinz Beans and a tin of Heinz Tomato soup. I also added some flour to thicken it up and let it bubble on the hob for a while and I added a splish of &lt;a href="http://www.splishme.com/"&gt;Lea &amp;amp; Perrins&lt;/a&gt; Worcestershire Sauce too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOizZ-NFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/H-zbeixzCeY/s1600-h/Photo033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOizZ-NFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/H-zbeixzCeY/s400/Photo033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393991338527962194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the meantime I boiled some swede carrot and potato cut into chunks, then mashed it with a little milk and some butter. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOjEUimkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XNaInIMl_Bo/s1600-h/Photo034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOjEUimkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XNaInIMl_Bo/s400/Photo034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393991343068584514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the turkey mix had thickened and the veg softened I spooned the orange mash on top &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOjqj_MjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bvzzrb0JUdc/s1600-h/Photo035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOjqj_MjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bvzzrb0JUdc/s400/Photo035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393991353333920306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and popped it in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttO5ArJ9mI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nfg-WeANxP0/s1600-h/Photo037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttO5ArJ9mI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nfg-WeANxP0/s400/Photo037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393991720046818914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was VERY orange. Hence the name. I really wasn't sure how it would turn out...but Oscar LOVED it. He is currently eating his second bowlful. He asked if he could have Autumn Pie every weekend from now on. Even Rob liked it - he didn't add &lt;a href="http://www.tonychachere.com/"&gt;Tony's Creole Seasoning&lt;/a&gt; to it either (which he often does to my cooking). Toby refuses to try it. His loss as Oscar is eating his portion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOkNO31UI/AAAAAAAAA4g/IFPbFFJr65M/s1600-h/Photo038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOkNO31UI/AAAAAAAAA4g/IFPbFFJr65M/s400/Photo038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393991362640598338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar, as I type this, has told me he's too full to finish his second helping, but asked if he did a poo, and pooed all his food out, would there be room for some more? Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-1099136247343001696?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1099136247343001696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=1099136247343001696&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1099136247343001696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1099136247343001696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/10/pirates-and-autumn-pie.html' title='Pirates and Autumn Pie'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SttOizZ-NFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/H-zbeixzCeY/s72-c/Photo033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-7221900634568779001</id><published>2009-10-06T15:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:21:31.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting it off my chest</title><content type='html'>Something that's been bugging me for a while.......why the hell do grown women still act like schoolgirls and bitch about each other? It's happening all around me and it's doing my head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember at the beginning of the school term I saw an article somewhere (probably the evil Daily Mail) warning new mums at the school gates about etiquette and cliques. If I'd have read it a few years ago, I'd have disregarded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums do gossip. We don't have a lot else to talk about when we're full time mummies. I understand that. It's unavoidable. I do it myself but I hope not maliciously. But it can get so nasty. Ganging up on other women....commenting on their parenting or their home......making other women feel uncomfortable because they haven't got a full face of makeup on at drop off time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of examples. I've found out today that someone I thought was a friend has been talking about me behind my back. Most of it I'd disregard but one of the things she said was that a group of friends (who I consider close friends) didn't actually like me at all. Which pressed my ex-public school hang up button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;at school I didn't ever feel secure in my friendships. I was the ultimate people pleaser - desperate to make friends. This usually came from the fact that I moved schools every two years or so due to Dad's job so was often in a class with established long term friendships, sometimes mid-term, and I'd do anything to have some friends. But I never really felt like I belonged with people and always imagined they'd run off and leave me. In fact that did literally happen in one school - a gang of girls invited me into town at lunch time then ran away on the way to town (and because I was the fat kid I couldn't keep up). Nasty. Schoolgirl nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my twenties I thought I'd dealt with all this crap. I had a friend who was walking all over me, who I was people pleasing with, who I finally said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough &lt;/span&gt;to. And I realised that people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; actually like me - just for being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. And I didn't have to buy or cajole their friendship. And if I did, then they weren't actually good friends at all, or worth being friends with. It was a big lesson for me. And I thought I'd got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all it took was one gossip and I was back in the street on the way to town again. Paranoid that this group of friends I'd made and spend a lot of time with, would really rather I fucked off and left them alone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do it? Why do we, as grown women, do this to other women? To women we call "friends".  Or to other mums who we don't even know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of this last year from one particular mum whose kid didn't get on with Oscar at school and accused Oscar of bullying her son. And screamed at me across a classroom. And was always whispering about my kid in the school yard with another mum. Who had me in tears in the Head teacher's office. And I thought that had finished now. And here I am again today. Stressed. Upset. Paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could rise above it all and ignore it. That's why I'm splarging all this out on "paper" and getting it out of my system. And reminding myself. And resolving to try and not gossip or comment on anyone. Unrealistic? Probably. But I'm going to try and think before I speak so I'm not doing to some other woman, what this woman has done to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! Rant over.  Watch this and laugh instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-7221900634568779001?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7221900634568779001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=7221900634568779001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/7221900634568779001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/7221900634568779001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-it-off-my-chest.html' title='Getting it off my chest'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-754272549115233051</id><published>2009-09-22T20:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:44:29.514Z</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is beautiful at the ballet.....</title><content type='html'>That song is running through my head at the moment (and only for the chorus of it, not the sad story verses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, I loved the ballet. My sister started lessons and I was desperate to join in, even though the teacher wouldn't take anyone under 4 or 5 I think (Mum will correct me). I danced in the corner until the teacher let me join in properly at age 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on I was obsessed. I had all the ballet books, danced as often as I could and I was good. I was en pointe almost at 7 (well we were in Russia and that was normal there!). I dreamed of dancing at the Bolshoi and took classes with the junior company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got &lt;a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/000437.htm"&gt;osteomyelitis&lt;/a&gt; in my left ankle. We were in Moscow and no one knew what it was for ages. I was eventually flown out emergency to London and was in hospital for a long time, learning how to walk again and very very ill. I was also very angry and hurting and quite obnoxious to be with (God, how I understand now how AWFUL this must have been for mum who had come with me, leaving Dad and Kirsti in Moscow - sorry Mum...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the doctor said one day to his colleagues "we have to get this little girl better, she's a dancer". And I said through gritted teeth "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL NEVER DANCE AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my lovely friend Hannah to the &lt;a href="http://www.londontheatreschool.co.uk/Default.html"&gt;London Theatre School&lt;/a&gt; which happens to be just round the corner. And they do adult ballet classes. And Hannah has been going for a year and loves it so I decided to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wierd. I was so nervous. And excited. And there I was again, in a studio with a barre. And we began - there were only three others in the class, all of whom had been going for nearly a year. And we did some basic warm ups and barre work. And the teacher asked me if I was sure I hadn't danced since I was 7.....and I loved it. I absolutely loved it. I'm not flexible obviously - and I'm not fit. And my left ankle - where I had the osteo - isn't strong and mobile anymore and I can't full pointe with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered. My arms naturally assumed positions, and my feet followed. I felt graceful! All 17 stone of me! And I felt like I was good at it. And I almost wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I saved myself heartache by stopping ballet at 7. I would have wanted to go all the way and even if I never got heavy, I would have been too tall and would have had my dreams dashed. I was a stubborn little kid. And I stuck to my guns. But I'm really happy that I danced tonight. And I was GOOD!! And I am so indescribably warm and fuzzy and happy inside now. And on the brink of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood love is re-awakened. I've still watched a lot of ballet over the years (and had Moxie and Rob SERIOUSLY take the piss out of me for it). And deep down inside I'd like to be Darcey Bussell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm going to go sew elastic on my new ballet slippers. And dance every Tuesday night in a little studio in Catford. And love it all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-754272549115233051?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/754272549115233051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=754272549115233051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/754272549115233051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/754272549115233051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyone-is-beautiful-at-ballet.html' title='Everyone is beautiful at the ballet.....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-3570769262459889034</id><published>2009-09-18T12:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:32:46.555Z</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Lingfield....hello Preschool</title><content type='html'>I just collected Toby from his private nursery, &lt;a href="http://www.lingfielddaynursery.co.uk/"&gt;Lingfield Day Nursery&lt;/a&gt;, for the last time. As of Monday he's going to preschool five mornings a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lingfield - both the boys went there for a year prior to going to preschool and it is such a fantastic nursery. I can remember looking at lots of different ones when Oscar was little and I was teaching Monkey Music. I read Ofsted reports and visited about 4 different ones. I knew the minute I walked in that Lingfield was right for us. As well as a great Ofsted, it had such a lovely atmosphere. Lisa showed me round and I really liked her, her caring manner, her knowledge of what I'd be looking for - she answered all my questions before I even asked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar loved it there and Toby has too. I've just been reading the profile they give you when your child leaves - I've still got Oscar's and now I can keep Toby's as well. The thing that strikes me is how accurate it is - you really feel that Michelle, Toby's keyworker, knows him really well, understands him and loves him. Michelle has taught Toby "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" and how to pout. And they share a love of chocolate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby isn't the easiest of kids - I'm sure the nursery will be a lot quieter now he's gone! He's loved all his time there though, and we will both miss the Lingfield Ladies....So here is a very public and heartfelt thank you to all the Lingfield staff, past and present,  Sam, Lisa, Michelle, Clare, Sarah, Zara, Emma, Steph - I know I'm forgetting people and I'm sorry...but THANK YOU!!!! My boys are the better for being in your care. As am I cos it gave me some time to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a nursery in Grove Park you can't go wrong with this one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-3570769262459889034?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3570769262459889034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=3570769262459889034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/3570769262459889034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/3570769262459889034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-bye-lingfieldhello-preschool.html' title='Bye bye Lingfield....hello Preschool'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-8725547663056116427</id><published>2009-09-14T15:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:13:09.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Toby's first day at preschool</title><content type='html'>Just a quick blog entry to mark this event...Toby started preschool this morning. He's been to private nursery for about 6 months so I wasn't worried! But this will be every morning and it's the same one Oz went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears....but it was Toby complaining that the door wasn't open when we got there. He couldn't wait to get in! As soon as the door opened he was off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take a picture....I'm remiss....but he enjoyed himself thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first Bouncing Beats class - only 4 people came but then again they haven't started publicising it. It went really well - class structure was ok - bit short - it'll be better next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a great lovely thank you note - &lt;a href="http://www.thescrummycakecompany.co.uk"&gt;Scrummy Cakes &lt;/a&gt;ran a competition as part of National Cupcake Week to win cakes for your workplace. I won! I had to explain why I thought my workplace deserved a treat and once I explained the great work the Limelight Centre and Preschool do, I was a shoe-in! So THANK YOU to Lynda and Scrummy Cake Company who made our Monday absolutely sweet. I highly recommend their cupcakes - an indulgent and delicious treat at any time! And they also do AMAZING occasion cakes. Go check em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National CupCake Week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-8725547663056116427?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8725547663056116427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=8725547663056116427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8725547663056116427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8725547663056116427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/tobys-first-day-at-preschool.html' title='Toby&apos;s first day at preschool'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-6001951657934368547</id><published>2009-09-10T19:38:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:23:53.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook killed the blogster</title><content type='html'>It's awful. I have a virtual farm, I've joined the mafia and have succesfully bred 5 puffer fish. What is wrong with me? Facebook is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been totally neglecting this blog and it isn't as if nothing has been happening! Oscar started school.....Year One!! Hoorah! He's loving it actually and I'm really liking his new teacher. She's strict. But I think he needs that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby has got a place at the Limelight Preschool which I'm so pleased about - Oz went there for a year and he loved it. Toby used to be desperate to get in the door when Oz was in there and will love the drawers full of plastic animals. He starts on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I briefly lost my job at the Limelight teaching preschool music - I was covering for their regular teacher over the summer due to illness - then they offered me my own class on a Monday....then asked me to continue to cover the Friday class....and now the teacher isn't coming back until at least October so I'm teaching the Tuesday class too! 3 times a week! I love it - it's been such fun coming back to teaching after Monkey Music pre-Toby. I get to write my own lesson plans, develop ideas and now I even have a small budget so we can order some instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby is getting better as far as tantrums go - still has them but not for long. He's also incredibly whiny in the mornings....and he can't share. He's SO possesive at the moment - everything is "MINE" - as in "mine biscuit" "mine dinosaur" - it's like having a mini German in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a really interesting article in the Daily Mail (shocking I know) that I wanted to share too - read it &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1191263/Dont-work-years--want-happy-baby.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;- my favourite quote was "I believe rigid baby behavioural programmes, such as Gina Ford's  Contented Baby regime, do not work. Human babies are not like dishwashers that you can switch on and off."  I agree! Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what else....I started writing this post yesterday, full of ideas and information now my brain is blank. We entered a competition at the Goose Green Fair an age ago with a photographer called Nousha - we "won" a free photo session and a framed print. I won a similar draw with Snappy Snaps - we had the session and the photos were SO bad I didn't pick up the free one. I also once tried to take the boys to Pixifoto studios in Bromley and they behaved so atrociously that I swore never to go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However - Nousha's website looks amazing so we thought we'd have a go - Rob had the day off and we haven't got a single nice picture of the four of us. Lionel, the photographer and owner of Nousha is amazing. He was a royal photographer for 20 years and you can tell - his pictures are breathtaking. He sent Rob and I out of the room while he photographed the boys and the results are amazing. Oscar had better shots than Toby for obvious reasons but it was SO hard to pick the ones when it came to our free picture. We ended up buying another large frame with 4 pictures in it too. Nousha don't do digital prints or CDs or anything but honestly - forget Venture or Snappy Snaps - if you want some amazing family photographs (or any other kind), I highly recomment &lt;a href="http://www.nousha.co.uk/"&gt;Nousha&lt;/a&gt;. Here are a few of the shots I screengrabbed from our online catalogue - these are the ones we rejected so imagine how good the ones we chose are! I'll post a pic of the framed ones when we get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_M1TlI9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Yd7vsz3zvuk/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_M1TlI9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Yd7vsz3zvuk/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380182194547663826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_MsTyyfI/AAAAAAAAA3U/JDFZ3yYSRi4/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_MsTyyfI/AAAAAAAAA3U/JDFZ3yYSRi4/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+30.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380182192132639218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_MAGEnWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/q6g24DS8OtI/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_MAGEnWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/q6g24DS8OtI/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380182180263927138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_L1trdDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/FFx8RRB_R7Y/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_L1trdDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/FFx8RRB_R7Y/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+26.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380182177477260338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAFJFc5nI/AAAAAAAAA30/dqsqf8k7urg/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAFJFc5nI/AAAAAAAAA30/dqsqf8k7urg/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380183161929786994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAEupD2fI/AAAAAAAAA3s/NnYJ4nNEFJw/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAEupD2fI/AAAAAAAAA3s/NnYJ4nNEFJw/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380183154831383026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAFStqTHI/AAAAAAAAA38/2DdVr4SybUA/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAFStqTHI/AAAAAAAAA38/2DdVr4SybUA/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380183164514356338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAEZDCtJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/AkdUDXQDiEI/s1600-h/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SqpAEZDCtJI/AAAAAAAAA3k/AkdUDXQDiEI/s400/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380183149034779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.....I'm looking forward to Autumn - it's my favourite time of year - darker evenings, crunchy leaves, halloween, gorgeous colours....all of it - love it. I like the sunshine but prefer the colder weather - I know it's wierd but I can easily get warmer when I'm cold, I find it harder to get cool if I'm too hot. And I'm always too hot in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite content at the moment. Which I'm glad about - feel like I winge too much sometimes - especially on my status updates on FB and sometimes on this blog. But things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh except on Monday Rob flies to Utah for a week for his annual astronomy laser type thingy conference. So I'm a single mum from Monday to Monday - a weekend on my own! ARGH!!!! So I may be wingy next week but I have a good reason. If anyone wants to come over and play/take my children out for the day/send me valium I'll be very grateful. I've always said I have the utmost admiration for single parents and I bloody mean it. Until your other half goes away for a while you don't realise just how much they do - even when we complain that they don't do enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be on my own and lonely in the evenings next week. Might mean more blogging.....or might mean I expand my farm on FB and try and breed rare mountain gorillas in my FB zoo.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-6001951657934368547?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6001951657934368547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=6001951657934368547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/6001951657934368547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/6001951657934368547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-killed-blogster.html' title='Facebook killed the blogster'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/Sqo_M1TlI9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Yd7vsz3zvuk/s72-c/Aviary+nousha-co-uk+Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-5426729663278726156</id><published>2009-08-07T14:51:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:36:09.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Butlins!!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to blog our holiday in detail so I don't forget it! We went to Butlins, Bognor Regis. I've always wanted to go to Butlins. As a child I winged about the fact that my parents took us to France camping, when all my mates went to Butlins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday we left at 10 and arrived at Butlins at around 12. Greeted at the gate by very friendly redcoats - we parked and left our stuff in the car as we couldn't get into our flat until 4. Went into the Skyline Pavilion - the hub of the park really - checked in and had fish and chips. Discovered the free fairground rides for the boys which were fab, and the soft play centre nicely opposite the Costa Coffee! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKsRgf7wI/AAAAAAAAA1c/q0ROtzRYET0/s1600-h/butlins+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKsRgf7wI/AAAAAAAAA1c/q0ROtzRYET0/s400/butlins+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367246980393201410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKsOHxVII/AAAAAAAAA1U/TjGeG0DAlC0/s1600-h/butlins+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKsOHxVII/AAAAAAAAA1U/TjGeG0DAlC0/s400/butlins+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367246979484177538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKrnJiVyI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZcinuOpNB7Y/s1600-h/butlins+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKrnJiVyI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZcinuOpNB7Y/s400/butlins+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367246969022600994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had great fun exploring and got into our flat which was so much better than I'd imagined. A little kitchen and table, 2 little sofas (more like large armchairs), a small bathroom with shower and 2 bedrooms. All clean and nice. The oven door was broken and hanging off so I used the text service they have to send an sms with the details. In about 3 minutes there was a man at the door to fix it - excellent service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw from our in"fun"mation guide that the show Oz really wanted to see - the Cartoon Network one - was on that night at 7pm in the main Centre Stage entertainment arena. We headed off there and Oz was in raptures watching 4 arms and a load of other characters he'd never seen up on stage. He refused to join in when asked by redcoats so when all the other kids stood up he stayed sitting down etc...but he loved it. Toby sat with us and insisted on a double parent headlock - as seen below - an arm around each neck and our faces squished together...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLngkKvtI/AAAAAAAAA10/SGM51n-e3YQ/s1600-h/Photo023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLngkKvtI/AAAAAAAAA10/SGM51n-e3YQ/s400/Photo023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367247998047403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't realise how long the show would go on for. Both boys wanted drinks but the only non-fizzy ones I could find at the bar (aside from exorbitant J20 drinks) was a slush puppy. I stupidly bought them both one - pure sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back to our apartment at 9.30 they were over-tired, over-excited and hopped up on bright blue slush.....I thought they'd go to bed.....oh no......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 2 bedroom apartment - I thought it would be nice for them to share for the first time. I also didn't think about the fact that Toby was going to be in a bed for the first time too. What the hell was I thinking? A night from hell ensued. We tried to get Toby down first. He was too giggly. Oscar joined him, we tucked them in, turned off the lights.....2 seconds later Oscar is urging Toby to get out of bed and open the door. Which he then happily did about 20 times. Threats, shouting, cajoling...begging.....nothing worked. Eventually we put Oscar in our bed. It's now 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait for Oz to drop off, then Rob put him back in the twin bedroom and we went to bed. Rob snored. So loudly it woke me up. I couldn't get  back to sleep no matter which way I poked him to turn over. I even made him put a nose strip on and it didn't make a jot of difference. I ended up on the 2ft baby leather sofa with a cricked neck and legs hanging off from the knees over the edge. The seagulls then started up. So I got about 4 hours sleep in total that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob, bless him, took the kids straight out in the morning to the beach so I could have a couple of hours sleep but I was still a zombie all day. Both boys were tired and whiny....we stayed on the park playing on the fair rides and the climbing frames and then they were in the creche for 2 hours which they seemed to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got them we hit the pool. We had to queue for 20 minutes to get in and then wait for a changing room. It was insanely busy - I stayed with Toby who was obsessed with a baby waterslide and was going up and down it constantly.  There were rapids, multiple slides, a whole construction of slides and sprays in the middle. It was noisy pandemonium. Then Rob shouted me and I turned to see him on the side with a bleeding Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKsjid1lI/AAAAAAAAA1k/49AGA6gF0rY/s1600-h/butlins+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKsjid1lI/AAAAAAAAA1k/49AGA6gF0rY/s400/butlins+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367246985233290834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz had run away from him, through the floor level rapids and fallen and gashed his head on the water pipe. The lifeguard took us into a faintly grubby first aid room and dabbed at it with a tissue while asking me to fill in a complicated form. I told her I wanted a butterfly stitch or bandage on it as it was a rip in his skin and wouldn't stop bleeding. She offered me a plaster and assured me she was first aid trained. Well so am I babe and I know that he needed a butterfly to hold  it closed.  All through this conversation, Toby was sat on Rob's lap shouting "bugger it" - words he's never said before.....strange.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get dressed - Oscar was in floods of tears because he didn't want to get out of the pool - Toby still screaming "bugger" at the top of his voice - walk over to Guest Services while they found someone who was a "a bit more first aid trained than our life guards"....the security girl they found was brilliant - taped shut the cut but then I had to fill out another A4 form. I was furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the flat where Toby started playing with his dinosaurs screaming "fuck you" as he bashed them into the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm quite proud of the fact that I control my potty mouth in front of my kids. I've NEVER said the f word in their  earshot which is a fucking acheivement in 5 years. And after 2 hours in a Butlin's nursery, my son is fing and buggering all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't  amused. We decided to skip any evening entertainment and chuck the kids in bed normal time (7pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they both slept through till 7am. Rob and I were in bed by 9 and did the same so Wednesday was a much better day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realised there was an under-6 only session every morning in the pool between 8 and 9. They didn't turn on any slides or jets so it was much nicer. No queuing, no waiting for a changing room - just swimming with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking back through the skyline we found the "opening ceremony" happening which is redcoats and some characters doing a sing session and then meeting and greeting the kids. Toby fell in love with Dino (of course) who was wonderful with him afterwards, bending down to cuddle him and patting him on the head, giving him high 5's and lots of attention. It made Toby's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLoJqBzBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/WZe8jZRZAoU/s1600-h/butlins+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLoJqBzBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/WZe8jZRZAoU/s400/butlins+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367248009077836818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this became our routine from then on. Do LOADS in the day - swim first thing, meet the characters, do the shows, but forget the evening entertainment - be back at the flat by 7 for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it worked perfectly. We explored the seafront of Bognor to get away from the resort for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiObR98tI/AAAAAAAAA2s/AZBAhOVcxS4/s1600-h/butlins+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiObR98tI/AAAAAAAAA2s/AZBAhOVcxS4/s400/butlins+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367272855899599570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiONsBB3I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ok5U3LU2A1g/s1600-h/butlins+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiONsBB3I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ok5U3LU2A1g/s400/butlins+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367272852250756978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiNuUbN6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/G0pgAzbpLac/s1600-h/butlins+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiNuUbN6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/G0pgAzbpLac/s400/butlins+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367272843830310818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a local park and Oz had a go on a pedalo (he sat....Rob pedalled!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiOk8n-kI/AAAAAAAAA20/iJv1ZVIZcwI/s1600-h/butlins+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiOk8n-kI/AAAAAAAAA20/iJv1ZVIZcwI/s400/butlins+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367272858494433858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time in the excellent funfair - all rides free! I loved the carousel best but Oz convinced me to get on a tugboat ride....it was scarier than I imagined! He loved it though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKs5MS_RI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ef48EQ0Kwmk/s1600-h/butlins+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKs5MS_RI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ef48EQ0Kwmk/s400/butlins+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367246991045885202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Mummy!Happy Oz and slightly queasy Mummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLoVr_1-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/7XZ6isTmN4E/s1600-h/butlins+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLoVr_1-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/7XZ6isTmN4E/s400/butlins+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367248012307322850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLopPUvdI/AAAAAAAAA2U/c71cQjpY-VE/s1600-h/butlins+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLopPUvdI/AAAAAAAAA2U/c71cQjpY-VE/s400/butlins+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367248017555766738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the last day Oz worked out that there were people inside the character suits as he spotted a zip on Daisy Cow! Innocence lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby was still enchanted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLnzagYZI/AAAAAAAAA18/QyBD-Sjs9u0/s1600-h/butlins+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxLnzagYZI/AAAAAAAAA18/QyBD-Sjs9u0/s400/butlins+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367248003107152274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys and Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiO7JqEnI/AAAAAAAAA28/GnAkNn8jNls/s1600-h/butlins+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxiO7JqEnI/AAAAAAAAA28/GnAkNn8jNls/s400/butlins+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367272864454677106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oscar's choice of going home present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a fun holiday - more for the kids than the adults. At Center Parcs there's more for the adults I think - and not as much stuff, certainly not FREE stuff for the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'd either like to go just for the weekend, or go with another family so the grown ups have eachother for entertainment and company. (I'm not being pervy with that statement - I meant conversationally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was brilliant. The Redcoats are amazing - they never stop smiling. Incredibly helpful staff (apart from the thick lifeguard) and fantastic facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We nearly left on Thursday night - I had ideas that we'd stay as late as possible on our last day, meet up with some friends who were arriving for the weekend for lunch perhaps....said friend had warned me we'd be scarpering as early as possible and she was right! We were on the road by 9.30. In fact, Rob said, just as we were putting the boys to bed on Thursday night, that we should have left that evening and I almost wish we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the holiday but it was bloody bliss to be back home - especially a spotlessly clean home since Milla had been after we'd left on Monday. Can't wait to have a bath and sleep in my own lovely bed with lovely clean sheets and my cuddly duvet. And my earplugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-5426729663278726156?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5426729663278726156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=5426729663278726156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5426729663278726156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5426729663278726156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/08/butlins.html' title='Butlins!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w7S2L5cRtCc/SnxKsRgf7wI/AAAAAAAAA1c/q0ROtzRYET0/s72-c/butlins+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-8122488669954364608</id><published>2009-07-27T20:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:00:37.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Wise words to live by</title><content type='html'>I just love these. My friend Tracy sent them to me and I'm very grateful. I've already put them on Facebook so apologies for the repetition if you've read them. They just resonate with me (as Mr English would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Forgive everyone everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your children get only one childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's,we'd grab ours back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I re-read them another one jumps out at me. Love it. Thanks Tracy B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-8122488669954364608?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8122488669954364608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=8122488669954364608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8122488669954364608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8122488669954364608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/07/wise-words-to-live-by.html' title='Wise words to live by'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-5383351789678131352</id><published>2009-07-27T09:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:49:05.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer hols are here</title><content type='html'>Whoop de do. Can you tell I'm not that excited? Well it's the first week of the holidays and it's pissing it down with rain. Boo. So I've cheated a bit - put the boys in the creche at Downham (thank God Oz doesn't turn 5 till the end of the summer) and come into the library to surf the net, drink coffee and read Nora Roberts (my latest discovery - excellent easy reading books!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until today we've been having a blast. School broke up on Wednesday, on Thursday we went to Worthing. Well Oz and I did! With Claire and her two girls - Toby was in the nursery all day. I didn't feel like driving so by only having 1 kid we could all go in the one car and it was a lot less hassle than having Toby along too. Oscar is much easier on his own! And it was lovely - we had some time just the two of us when Claire and family went to visit her grandma. So Oz and I played on the beach - flew a kite, threw stones, balanced on the wooden thingies that run up the beach (what are they called?), had cuddles as we were very windblown. All lovely. I can't show you the pics as I'm in the library but will upload them soon (though most, if not all the people who read this are on FBook so you can see them there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we hung out with Claire again and the lovely Tracy and her two girls. Went to Gambado which was quite insane but with good company and cappuccino we coped! I love going there now as both boys just disappear for most of it. Toby did throw a mother of a tantrum and got tutted by another woman (I don't believe she was a mother, think she was an auntie who hadn't got a clue what 2 year olds are like). It was fun. We had Claire's girls round on Saturday too which meant Oz was amused and ecstatic all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went down to Whitstable which was excellent. My friend Julie lives near in Canterbury and I hadn't seen her for ages. Her daughter Georgia came too and as she's a couple of years older than Oz, he fell in love instantly. He spent most of the day following her around and talking talking talking like a madchild.  We arrived at Tankerton and got out of the car though and Toby threw up. Bless him for waiting till we got OUT of the car....he was very pale (though it's hard to tell with my kids) and not himself. He perked up a bit, had some apple juice and we met up with Julie and Georgie. We went to Tesco to get picnic food and Toby was in the buggy - he pulled the hood down over his face which he often does and then when we got to the beach and I pulled it up, he'd puked again and was just sat listlessly in it. He hadn't cried or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got him cleaned up, sat on the pebbles and he started to eat Doritos with a passion. He perked up again.....he seemed fine after that - went paddling happily, ate an ice cream and jelly snakes. Oscar swam on his own in the sea (following Georgie's example) which was a huge achievement - he usually wears a swim flotation jacket but I hadn't brought it with us. He was so proud of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave a bit early to get home for a shopping delivery but we'll definitely do it again. Absolutely fab day. (Apart from the puking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby has been fine since though. And slept fine. So now it's today and we woke up to stormy weather. Nearly all my friends are gone for the week- Claire went to France, my school mum gang are all visiting relatives, Clare and James are in Oslo......so the creche is a godsend. And it's given me time to update this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer holiday plans begin on Saturday - my birthday! I'm escaping and having afternoon tea at the posh hotel in Marylebone we went to for Lee's hen do. Then on the Monday we're off to &lt;a href="http://www.butlins.com/"&gt;Butlins &lt;/a&gt;for a week - the boys will be in heaven - I might need valium! Then on the Sunday after we get back we're off to see (courtesy of Mum and Dad) &lt;a href="http://www.dinosaurlive.com/"&gt;Walking With Dinosaurs&lt;/a&gt; at the O2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how excited (and scared) the boys will be! It looks amazing from what I've seen on Youtube and the website. The dinos are life size. They will both believe they're real. How cool is that? To come face to face with your favourite extinct thing? It would be like me having tea with the fairies.....I will take pics and share I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of pics - anyone know anything about digital cameras? The camera on my phone is taking washed out pictures - almost sepia - and I've reset all the settings. It's like something is burned out or something....anyone got any ideas? I'll have to phone 3 and see if they'll replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - off for coffee and guilty pleasure of Nora Roberts.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-5383351789678131352?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5383351789678131352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=5383351789678131352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5383351789678131352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5383351789678131352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-hols-are-here.html' title='Summer hols are here'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-6002979950010944634</id><published>2009-07-08T16:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:17:41.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Oscar's first school report....</title><content type='html'>Wow. Oscar is coming to the end of his first "year" at school (since he only started in January it's two terms instead of three but still...). I got his report in the bookbag today and I'm quite pleased with it. Bear in mind he is the YOUNGEST kid in the whole school. He turns five the week before he starts Year One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some extracts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oscar is sometimes involved in small disputes and now needs to develop his skills of cooperation and negotiation to overcome these difficulties appropriately. He will need to consider the consequences of his words and actions for others much more and I feel sure, as he matures, he can achieve this".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oscar has the potential to do very well in school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oscar's communication skills are very good....he is very good at reciting stories and experiences brought from outside the setting. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oscar shows a keen interest in mathematical activities"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He  takes part in whole class singing and music sessions with enthusiasm. Oscar has enjoyed using musical instruments and moves expressively and rhythmically and enjoys movement lessons"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oscar is always enthusiastic to partipate in physical activity and eagerly awaits our weekly PE sessions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar also contributed to his report. When asked what he liked at school he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like playing Hide and Seek. I like to write and I like to build with lego blocks. That's all I can think of. I can't think of anything else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what he was good at he said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Running. Hiding. Counting up to ten. That's all I can think of".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly when he leaves school he wants to be a builder. Which was news to me. But better than an alien which is what he usually says he wants to be when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are areas to work on, but he's done well this year. The most important one for me is the first line&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Oscar separates from his parents in the mornings with confidence and is keen to enter the class".&lt;/span&gt; Can't ask for more than that! He's also got 100% attendance with no lateness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-6002979950010944634?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6002979950010944634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=6002979950010944634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/6002979950010944634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/6002979950010944634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/07/oscars-first-school-report.html' title='Oscar&apos;s first school report....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-4843537943834087862</id><published>2009-06-30T17:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:51:40.010Z</updated><title type='text'>Kicking my own arse....</title><content type='html'>cos I haven't blogged for ever! Facebook microblogging is partly to blame but also a resurrection of Sims 2 - I dug it out of the back of the cupboard to see if it was worth buying Sims 3 - I know - that doesn't really make sense - but I figured I should see if I was going to have any time to play it. So I've been playing 2 like a demon. I made a "Simwards" family (I'm so egotistical) and did replica me and Rob - we bred and now have 2 daughters called Abigail and Tabitha. In the marvellous world of Sims I control EVERYTHING and I quite like it. Therefore I have 2 perfect A+ students and unlimited money and live in a mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't really. But anyway. Today I got my usual nudge from the NCT Broodsheet editor asking me for another column. Always nice! It made me write and it made me realise how long it was since I wrote anything apart from a status update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News....I got a job. Well a temporary that might become permanent job. The local community centre runs singing classes but their main teacher is ill - long term - so they need cover. And I'm it! I get to plan my own lessons - 45 minutes twice a week - and it's great. I love the centre - Oscar went to preschool there and Toby has been to playgroups and things so I know the staff really well. I had 22 kids in my class today so it's popular too. They're getting used to me- I teach a very different class to the previous teacher - she was sitting the whole time and sang along to CDs whereas I'm either acapella or use an instrumental track and do a movement section and an instrument section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously over-heated today though. After doing Mulberry bush and Hokey Cokey I looked like I'd been in a shower - totally soaked in sweat! The kids liked it though and I'm getting great feedback. I should be there all summer and then they'll re-evaluate the position after that. Toby should be starting at the preschool there in September so it would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to start doing some admin for my friend's company too soon so that will be two little part time jobs. I'm very happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...Rob's back is a lot better - he started cycling again this week which is a relief as I was chief Chauffeur which was a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first Governors meeting just after I got back from the States. One thing made me chuckle inwardly - for some reason I imagined they'd all be older than me - really old and grey and wearing dark suits and sat round a table. And that I'd be the young one/  Of course they're all the same or similar ages to me - the Chair is probably younger than me. Rob reminded me that I AM actually a grown up...I do forget sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is in South Africa - Cape Town - to get her toes operated on. I've joked that she'll come back looking like Jordan with fake tits and a facelift....I do miss her already though and she's only been gone since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling the benefits of my week off. Though I have been longing to go back! It was such a great week - so many wonderful friends, food, experiences and cocktails! Toby's behaviour is getting a lot better - he's very clingy since I got back and his speech is coming along in leaps and bounds. He's sitting next to me here demanding Kerwhizz on the computer and then saying his favourite phrase "I don' like it " but shouting NO! if I try and put something else on! Crazy over-heated child. Oh now it's changed to Poetry Pie (again). No...Kerwhizz....ah how fickle can a 2 year old be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson - suppose I'd better mention him since there is apparently no other news of note this week - I had bought tickets if you remember, then sold them for double the price on Ebay. I've since spent the double bit in America. So I have the dilemma of the refund for my buyer. I want to refund him but I can only refund him the price I paid for the tickets - the price I'll (hopefully) get back from Ticketmaster. Legally I don't have to give him anything since he isn't really protected but I want to do the right thing....karma and all.....supposedly there's an option to not get the refund and get the tickets as a souvenir/memorabilia - hopefully he'll take that option and then maybe he can sell THEM on Ebay himself and make all his money back! That's what I'm hoping for anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else....can't think. It's a heatwave here in London - 30 today (don't ask me what that is in American, I can't work it out). I'm quite proud of the fact that despite having glow in the dark pale skin, neither of my boys has got sunburn yet. Yay me and sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I'm off to babysit now for my friend Liz who is going to see Kings of Leon - she's so hip. Glad I got a post in...will try and post again before August!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-4843537943834087862?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4843537943834087862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=4843537943834087862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/4843537943834087862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/4843537943834087862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/kicking-my-own-arse.html' title='Kicking my own arse....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-8891788663695590211</id><published>2009-06-16T21:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:59:01.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Some pics of St Louis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626120663/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3626120663_25e29d3555.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626120663/"&gt;sal in st louis 004&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Kirsti uploaded the pics I took in St Louis so here follows some of my faves....this is a Ballistic Elvis sammwich. Peanut butter, banana (of course) with bacon, melted cheese, strawberry jam and red pepper flakes. Every bite makes your brain go "WTF!!! This should be disgusting" but your mouth go "mmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to the lovely Robin for the trip. It was phenomenal and I'm still on a high remembering it a week later....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-8891788663695590211?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8891788663695590211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=8891788663695590211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8891788663695590211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8891788663695590211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-pics-of-st-louis.html' title='Some pics of St Louis...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-8795229496714764409</id><published>2009-06-16T21:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:56:47.893Z</updated><title type='text'>Self portrait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626126417/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/3626126417_9880e7cf2a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626126417/"&gt;sal in st louis 009&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Drunk....at Ted Drewes eating frozen custartd....off the back of a truck....with one of my best gals....perfection!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-8795229496714764409?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8795229496714764409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=8795229496714764409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8795229496714764409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/8795229496714764409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-portrait.html' title='Self portrait...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-5421555106754038251</id><published>2009-06-16T21:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:55:21.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Clara and I at the top of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626163249/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/3626163249_3b1e7cd789.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626163249/"&gt;sal in st louis 042&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-5421555106754038251?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5421555106754038251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=5421555106754038251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5421555106754038251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5421555106754038251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/clara-and-i-at-top-of-world.html' title='Clara and I at the top of the world'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-293313579076945853</id><published>2009-06-16T21:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:54:46.899Z</updated><title type='text'>630 feet high!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626168511/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/3626168511_a45b06a11b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626168511/"&gt;sal in st louis 047&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-293313579076945853?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/293313579076945853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=293313579076945853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/293313579076945853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/293313579076945853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/630-feet-high.html' title='630 feet high!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-5817149454368056853</id><published>2009-06-16T21:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:53:56.158Z</updated><title type='text'>The arch</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626963132/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3626963132_54946c0f3d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626963132/"&gt;sal in st louis 029&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	I went up that!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-5817149454368056853?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5817149454368056853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=5817149454368056853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5817149454368056853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/5817149454368056853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/arch.html' title='The arch'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-2879099387493549353</id><published>2009-06-16T21:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:53:29.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Poppymom and Poppymomette....</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626964170/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3626964170_e2f1aa2682.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626964170/"&gt;sal in st louis 030&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Ain't they grand?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-2879099387493549353?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2879099387493549353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=2879099387493549353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/2879099387493549353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/2879099387493549353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/poppymom-and-poppymomette.html' title='Poppymom and Poppymomette....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-1497838021006802487</id><published>2009-06-16T21:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:52:50.067Z</updated><title type='text'>The largest Catsup bottle in the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626959102/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3626959102_37ca688bd0.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626959102/"&gt;sal in st louis 025&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	And me...and Clara Jane....we were impressed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-1497838021006802487?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1497838021006802487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=1497838021006802487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1497838021006802487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/1497838021006802487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/largest-catsup-bottle-in-world.html' title='The largest Catsup bottle in the world!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925804.post-4699342609742960321</id><published>2009-06-16T21:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:52:15.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trail, Belleville</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626141401/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3626141401_5f8df493f4.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/erish/3626141401/"&gt;sal in st louis 022&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/erish/"&gt;Kirsti aka Erish aka Inanna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Clara Jane - in the best little coffee shop in Prettytown....this was my favourite pic I took of her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925804-4699342609742960321?l=sallyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4699342609742960321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925804&amp;postID=4699342609742960321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/4699342609742960321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925804/posts/default/4699342609742960321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyre.blogspot.com/2009/06/oregon-trail-belleville.html' title='Oregon Trail, Belleville'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07071603538322993364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10928435088672111151'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>