<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:59:52.562Z</updated><category term='recycle'/><category term='freecycle'/><category term='diy'/><category term='grow your own'/><category term='freegle'/><category term='allotment'/><category term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Rambling Mole</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1304469129353678434</id><published>2012-01-26T08:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:59:52.565Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><title type='text'>Porch's Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xzLhwYYmg/TyEUZ8z_6PI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-DO-yBg7bMY/s1600/P1030989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xzLhwYYmg/TyEUZ8z_6PI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-DO-yBg7bMY/s320/P1030989.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In bits and pieces the porch has advanced. It starts to look complete but is anything but!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spring the outside will need rendering - no thoughts yet on the actual finish it will get though. I have never done rendering before so the actual finish may not be what I had planned on doing anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting of the woodwork is needed - both inside and out, but because I am using recycled windows there is putty to replace, paint to scrape and primer to apply, so it won't be a quick and easy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But window catches and latches would be nice! at the moment they are all fixed shut. The next job I need to do though is to plasterboard the inside to start to add a nicer finish inside. Then, of course, window sills need to be made. Both of these I have been given the materials for already so Thank You Freegle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1304469129353678434?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1304469129353678434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2012/01/porchs-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1304469129353678434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1304469129353678434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2012/01/porchs-progress.html' title='Porch&apos;s Progress'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4xzLhwYYmg/TyEUZ8z_6PI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-DO-yBg7bMY/s72-c/P1030989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1939404473672856523</id><published>2011-12-06T23:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:00:18.142Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><title type='text'>At last - A Window Sill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHIicNnVuwE/Tt6o4gGfWTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/a6XyPqRB8Uw/s1600/P1030811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHIicNnVuwE/Tt6o4gGfWTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/a6XyPqRB8Uw/s200/P1030811.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Progress this week has been a couple of smallish steps but ones that feel like giant leaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJFxr9FFuUI/Tt6ozfOEmrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/qzEw7omr60E/s1600/P1030813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJFxr9FFuUI/Tt6ozfOEmrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/qzEw7omr60E/s200/P1030813.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first was the addition of the roof. It was very cold when I came to do it and I had to keep re-attaching my fingers as they fell off. Not really good to be applying bitumen products at that temperature but got out the trusty heat gun and in just a couple of seconds the flashing tape was soft and sticky. I has rained a few times since it went on and so far not signs of any leaks so I am hopeful I have done a reasonable job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDLju87DxtA/Tt6o10flb_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/q5orRHuLQy4/s1600/P1030812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDLju87DxtA/Tt6o10flb_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/q5orRHuLQy4/s200/P1030812.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other step completed this week was the addition of window sills. Again cut from reclaimed timber and cut and shaped on the saw table I was pleased that at the end the job was better than I expected, although not as good as I dreamed it would be. They stand proud from the wall to make space for rendering but they really make the woodwork start to feel like window frames instead of a wooden roof support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step is to start to add the windows, but not today as it was just a mite too wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1939404473672856523?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1939404473672856523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/12/at-last-window-sill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1939404473672856523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1939404473672856523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/12/at-last-window-sill.html' title='At last - A Window Sill!'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHIicNnVuwE/Tt6o4gGfWTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/a6XyPqRB8Uw/s72-c/P1030811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-3826970029810750191</id><published>2011-11-22T12:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:06:17.758Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freecycle'/><title type='text'>The porch keeps on moving along...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs_KrsIAt94/TsuPU4zYmEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/p6d41rGp5aQ/s1600/P1030774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs_KrsIAt94/TsuPU4zYmEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/p6d41rGp5aQ/s320/P1030774.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a couple of pretty intense days of activity the porch now 'feels like a room'. There still a long way to go but my cold and the rain has driven me inside today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovb49SqTVjo/TsuPeL3Bv-I/AAAAAAAAAys/TPIXr5_75ro/s1600/P1030775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovb49SqTVjo/TsuPeL3Bv-I/AAAAAAAAAys/TPIXr5_75ro/s200/P1030775.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next step is the roof... but what with Granddad needing an operation on this week as well as other social issues it now looks like roof time will be next week - weather permitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-3826970029810750191?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/3826970029810750191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/11/porch-keeps-on-moving-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/3826970029810750191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/3826970029810750191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/11/porch-keeps-on-moving-along.html' title='The porch keeps on moving along...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hs_KrsIAt94/TsuPU4zYmEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/p6d41rGp5aQ/s72-c/P1030774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2644999836646403449</id><published>2011-11-18T21:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:11:06.727Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freecycle'/><title type='text'>Bringing the porch up to date...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91uTj8vxNmk/TsbM0oqeVdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aJXsNM_tY5o/s1600/P1030765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91uTj8vxNmk/TsbM0oqeVdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aJXsNM_tY5o/s320/P1030765.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is that time of year when frosts come.... we all know that but while the mortar in brick and block laying hardens it must not fall below 4 degrees centigrade - up to a couple of days or more - so naturally the walls have waited until the forecast gave us a few good (and reliable)&amp;nbsp; overnight temperatures. And rather than build all 4 layers of blocks in one go (a practice that would put a lot of pressure on the first layer) I set about building the walls in 2 visits. Those 28 blocks I was given turned out to be 31 and by buying just 4 more I managed to finish both the footings and the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kem3P1SRZk/TsbOT1xtcCI/AAAAAAAAAx8/U9v9uv6Q4oE/s1600/P1030764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kem3P1SRZk/TsbOT1xtcCI/AAAAAAAAAx8/U9v9uv6Q4oE/s200/P1030764.JPG" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So far so good - now for the expensive bit - the woodwork. We always new this would be pricey abut when freecycle struck again I couldn't believe my luck! Somebody was offering old roofing joists - up to 200 of them. Sadly they were very oversubscribed but I managed to end up with 6 - each between 10 and 14 feet in length. There were six but this photo shows most of them cut into pieces and only the current offcuts left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But after that has hit this &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INJOPD1z0SM/TsdmlmC7pXI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TCj4kEnkx-E/s1600/P1030766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INJOPD1z0SM/TsdmlmC7pXI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TCj4kEnkx-E/s200/P1030766.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and you have taken away this&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYYcd1BHaRA/Tsdmu9VXXjI/AAAAAAAAAyM/r9CKH3ODCJk/s1600/P1030767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYYcd1BHaRA/Tsdmu9VXXjI/AAAAAAAAAyM/r9CKH3ODCJk/s200/P1030767.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlOta3aVEzI/Tsdm2TSyrKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XJNwNH3YqHc/s1600/P1030768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlOta3aVEzI/Tsdm2TSyrKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XJNwNH3YqHc/s200/P1030768.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You end up with stuff ready to be cut into usable lengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like real progress is being made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2644999836646403449?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2644999836646403449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/11/bringing-porch-up-to-date.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2644999836646403449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2644999836646403449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/11/bringing-porch-up-to-date.html' title='Bringing the porch up to date...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91uTj8vxNmk/TsbM0oqeVdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aJXsNM_tY5o/s72-c/P1030765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-739783365003527417</id><published>2011-11-18T07:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:11:35.457Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freecycle'/><title type='text'>A porch for all seasons...</title><content type='html'>Since Dylan came to stay we have been wanting a porch over the back door... somewhere to kick off muddy boots, hang up wet coats and towel down a muddy dog.&amp;nbsp; We got quotes from builders and what we found most disappointing was not the the cost but that they wanted to put up something they wanted, not something we wanted. Undaunted we moved with&amp;nbsp; the idea that we would "do it ourselves".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, that should be "The Mole" would do it himself. This would certainly work out cheaper but it would put the choice of materials, size and time scale into our own control... no waiting for builders to not turn up to do what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCKKtW4hfYE/TqcfLUGhviI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ArCEY3IYUjg/s320/P1030491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCKKtW4hfYE/TqcfLUGhviI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ArCEY3IYUjg/s320/P1030491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Problem is that I have never even helped on a project like this, let alone done one! It was time for the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out looking for helpful sites to show the process, methods and pitfalls and found some very excellent ones out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we told Granddad and he suggested he had some windows and a door we could use. That would certainly save money, but starting in the middle of the walls didn't seem like anything I'd read about on the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked anyway and started to agree on the actual floor size because of the windows and I suppose that was a logical start after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As keen 'freecyclers' we keep an eye out for anything that could really be helpful and were delighted when someone, less than a quarter of a mile away, had 28 concrete blocks going a begging. Not for long though because they were soon stacked neatly on the garden and "the game was afoot"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5V6fhV3Mh4/Tqcgrn9KCJI/AAAAAAAAAvc/enqAjBbwISs/s320/P1030505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5V6fhV3Mh4/Tqcgrn9KCJI/AAAAAAAAAvc/enqAjBbwISs/s320/P1030505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hiring a concrete mixer - for 1 day only - and having purchased the sand and ballast in several car journeys ahead of the day I set about constructing 'the slab' while my helper watched in frustration that I wouldn't allow him to help. However he does seem to approve now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-739783365003527417?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/739783365003527417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/11/porch-for-all-seasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/739783365003527417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/739783365003527417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/11/porch-for-all-seasons.html' title='A porch for all seasons...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCKKtW4hfYE/TqcfLUGhviI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ArCEY3IYUjg/s72-c/P1030491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-4811209386790348943</id><published>2011-10-26T22:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:12:18.366Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow your own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>A season over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's the time of year when we lift the beetroot, pull out the tomatoes and beans and start digging the weed out and so it feels like the end of the season. It's a time that invokes a degree on melancholia as we think of another season over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our first season on the allotment and how did it go? I suppose better than it could have but not as good as I would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ2OGr_3_Ak/Tqh6CUns1VI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sErRwvXz7Ao/s1600/305747_297979216878832_100000002697226_1229239_660016179_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ2OGr_3_Ak/Tqh6CUns1VI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sErRwvXz7Ao/s1600/305747_297979216878832_100000002697226_1229239_660016179_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So let's talk detail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cabbage&lt;/b&gt; - We've had some good ones, and more good ones are coming but they need protection from birds until they are quite large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cauliflower&lt;/b&gt; - some quite good ones but these suffered quite a set back because of birds. As did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kohl Rabi &lt;/b&gt;- we have had a small one which is one small one better than we ever had before the allotment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cucumbers&lt;/b&gt; - (Those yellow things in the picture are Crystal Lemon) Loads of Crystal Lemon and about 6-10 traditional green ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runner beans/Climbing beans &lt;/b&gt;- did very well but early wind damage set them back going away in August let them get out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomatoes&lt;/b&gt; - we did very well and blight was not too much of an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peas&lt;/b&gt; - quite well but birds and wind damage caused set backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Potatoes&lt;/b&gt; - planted in the wrong place and the ground wasn't well prepared enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radish&lt;/b&gt; - some very good ones but not enough succession planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parsnips&lt;/b&gt; - some lovely ones but some places where germination just didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrots &lt;/b&gt;- some quite nice ones, but a lot of damage and I need to find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broad Beans&lt;/b&gt; - Quite a lot but maybe we didn't pick fast enough. We plan on eating them (having dried many) over winter in soups etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's things like Swedes which we have had no success with. And of course we planted many other things, some with success and some not so successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons to learn, studying to do but... The season isn't over.&amp;nbsp; It never is because it's a full circle and we are starting again with spring cabbage, broad beans, onions and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for certain... I have enjoyed the allotment this year and next year promises to be even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-4811209386790348943?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/4811209386790348943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/10/season-over.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4811209386790348943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4811209386790348943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/10/season-over.html' title='A season over?'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ2OGr_3_Ak/Tqh6CUns1VI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sErRwvXz7Ao/s72-c/305747_297979216878832_100000002697226_1229239_660016179_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-752211190343684012</id><published>2011-07-29T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:12:40.515Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow your own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>First Runners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV0bxcD132Q/TjL0awukZAI/AAAAAAAAApA/GPx-KsxSJag/s1600/P1020211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV0bxcD132Q/TjL0awukZAI/AAAAAAAAApA/GPx-KsxSJag/s320/P1020211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today's pickings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy to list on twitter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping bag is runner beans - freezer bound for most of them. Lots more to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peas include some of the first Alderman peas, which are looking very good this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blackberries are an incidental and while we have to keep clipping them back off the allotment, they do border two sides so there's lots to come - and they are OURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first cucumber of the season and a couple more courgettes - one is a little big and was hiding. Probably the courgettes are for the freezer as they are coming thick and fast - too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our first runner beans from the allotment - Painted Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also another good cabbage with about 5 more to come and a couple of lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting a good crop in our first year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-752211190343684012?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/752211190343684012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-runners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/752211190343684012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/752211190343684012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-runners.html' title='First Runners'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV0bxcD132Q/TjL0awukZAI/AAAAAAAAApA/GPx-KsxSJag/s72-c/P1020211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2082093532108690419</id><published>2011-07-03T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:13:02.320Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow your own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>A satisfactory week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcnzhbITjCY/Tg-HzsEAKGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/jHkM3lX40FU/s1600/P1020069+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcnzhbITjCY/Tg-HzsEAKGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/jHkM3lX40FU/s320/P1020069+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For a little while I seem to have paused on the manic digging, planting and sowing front although I have been planting and sowing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planted out French and climbing beans and some broccoli and sown peas, iceberg lettuce and carrots. We have a MAJOR pigeon problem and although there is a fox who lives next door we do have to net everything. I am finding the netting takes a lot of time. Setting it up, checking it every visit with more to check each visit, and weeding underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did today lift our second cabbage which within a week of planting was nearly destroyed by pigeons but as you see the netting saved it. Also lifted the garlic and picked a few broad beans from the first row. And a couple of solitary peas.. getting towards the end of our second pea row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one corner left to dig and tidy, but it has a cast iron bath on it which is something we don't want so we have offered it generally for collection - hope to find it gone soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you sow and plant, the more there is to water as well although the "polytunnel" is self watering. Need to set the last peas, get another water butt and set up a "pepper house" which will also be self watering and get more swedes set. Also need to do some TLC on the shed which was put up in a rush to be able to crack on with digging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2082093532108690419?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2082093532108690419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/07/satisfactory-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2082093532108690419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2082093532108690419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/07/satisfactory-week.html' title='A satisfactory week'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcnzhbITjCY/Tg-HzsEAKGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/jHkM3lX40FU/s72-c/P1020069+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-7839557006539489154</id><published>2011-06-17T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:13:17.273Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow your own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>With every fork full the plot gets smaller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQBH66hsag/TftXN4juAOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/CnDZPcYuHXc/s1600/P1010972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQBH66hsag/TftXN4juAOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/CnDZPcYuHXc/s320/P1010972.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a juggling act at the moment between digging and planting and trying to keep the weeds at bay and under control. We seem to be about on target with planting so today I took the opportunity to get some tidying done. When I was given the shed I also got 5 fencing panels at the same time. The panels are six feet square and a bit worse for wear so I decided that they needed taking to pieces to make them go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwT3fVSOfZw/TftYaNDWjTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/OAZaZXw2XEM/s1600/P1010978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwT3fVSOfZw/TftYaNDWjTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/OAZaZXw2XEM/s320/P1010978.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our plot edges onto the area known by the association as "The Wild" - it's the only plot that does. The Wild is a collection of various plants but the most wild is the bramble which is constantly trying to get across the plot. This makes it very difficult to get a proper edge to the plot. Having taken one of the panels to pieces I have erected a small fence to define the edge of the plot - Nothing May Cross The Line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section is made of four sections each of six feet wide (about) and  it was made from one panel. I have taken a second one to pieces ready to  do the next section and this will finish this run. I now have to dream  up a way to use the other 3 panels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmgptACeR7M/Tftbf8Z9OyI/AAAAAAAAAmM/nA3uSlK3Ls0/s1600/P1010979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmgptACeR7M/Tftbf8Z9OyI/AAAAAAAAAmM/nA3uSlK3Ls0/s320/P1010979.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHA1pEEVKeg/TftaEFF-rfI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tirVgKnUfL0/s1600/P1010982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHA1pEEVKeg/TftaEFF-rfI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tirVgKnUfL0/s320/P1010982.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poly tunnel/lean to is about complete, although as its a prototype it will keep having little changes made, and is now the home of courgettes, cucumbers, tomatoes and aubergines. I have also set up a self watering mechanism. Rain falls on the shed roof and is collected in a water butt with it's tap turned on and is delivered by a hose system, drop by drop, to the plants. It is nice and warm and humid and the plants seem to be doing well enough. But space on the plot is at a premium so on the other side of the shed, by the path, we have planted a few tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D47iaxFxfdA/TftcFULTR0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VrUjjMgwwI4/s1600/P1010981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D47iaxFxfdA/TftcFULTR0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VrUjjMgwwI4/s320/P1010981.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of the trees the trees that were planted on the plot before we took it over there are only a couple that show any serious attempts at fruit this year although it was a very bad winter. There is one apple with a few set apples and this pear tree which has quite a lot of fruit and I am looking forward to it being ready to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent time this week planting peas, beetroot, lettuce radish, tomatoes, broccoli and more and have ambitions to plant a lot more and soon, including cabbage, peas, various types of beans and are starting to worry where it will all go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-7839557006539489154?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/7839557006539489154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-every-fork-full-plot-gets-smaller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7839557006539489154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7839557006539489154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-every-fork-full-plot-gets-smaller.html' title='With every fork full the plot gets smaller'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQBH66hsag/TftXN4juAOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/CnDZPcYuHXc/s72-c/P1010972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8981889070013500669</id><published>2011-05-09T07:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:13:53.331Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow your own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Keep slugging away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrWxojWIw9g/TceNq7hRMJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1zdzVOnQ8do/s1600/P1010360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrWxojWIw9g/TceNq7hRMJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1zdzVOnQ8do/s320/P1010360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been trying to concentrate on building a lean-to greenhouse for the allotment to go against the shed, the trouble is that with digging, planting and weed control there just aren't enough hours in the day! It is getting there and needs a few tweaks to strengthen the windward side. I have made this mostly from the rescued parts of the collapsed polytunnel so they need a fair amount of reinforcement. The things we are growing at the moment are doing very well and the radish we had in the polytunnel are about done now but the lettuce are now coming on strongly. The big problem we have is pigeons! Because of this everything needs netting, which is a bit of a nuisance but occasionally we find pigeon feathers scattered around so we know that the resident fox family has been at work, although it may be the friendly buzzards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzKTxZZEV2I/TceNtDOwpnI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/P8GHRCfkH4k/s1600/P1010361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzKTxZZEV2I/TceNtDOwpnI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/P8GHRCfkH4k/s320/P1010361.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8981889070013500669?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8981889070013500669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/05/keep-slugging-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8981889070013500669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8981889070013500669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/05/keep-slugging-away.html' title='Keep slugging away...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrWxojWIw9g/TceNq7hRMJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1zdzVOnQ8do/s72-c/P1010360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-128917319818806011</id><published>2011-04-09T07:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T07:48:14.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Vacuum Cleaners</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you think of a blog title and then struggle to justify it! Well, we do now have a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago we needed a new vacuum as the insulation tape holding the pipes together on the old one was becoming tacky again, the belt kept smelling and it was getting a problem. So we chose a new one. The new one was a Hoover PurePower 1800! We were still shunning Vortex at the time as they were still overpriced and experience showed they were not yet as good as the old vacuums. This was only three or four years ago. We expect a vacuum to last about 10 years or so and it works out to be about ten pounds a year or twenty pence per week (plus bags, filters belts etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey wasn't enamoured by it from the off and I think it knew. It didn't pick up as well as the old one did and wouldn't tilt easily and fell over when using the tools. I think it wasn't enamoured with it's new owners. The start of a love/hate relationship I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about two years old the machine refused to power on. I took it to pieces and put a meter on all the relevant bits and determined the 'quick start' board had failed so I wired around it and hey presto it worked again! AND it behaved no differently to how it always behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later... the machine refused to power on. I took it to pieces and put a meter on all the relevant bits and determined the cable had gone open circuit. So through trial and error and cutting out about a meter of cable I found the break and got it working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later... it refused to switch off! So unplugging it became necessary to stop it. Can live with that I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later... The belt stopped working. So I replaced it - I like to keep one in. Now the switch started working again - looking good? I also ordered new belts on the web as that one was my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later... The belt fell off again and on looking at it I found that part of the body work had broken. Plans built themselves inside my had to fashion a fix and resolve the broken body part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day... The machine refused to power on! But this time the switch was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could come up with fixes to both parts but one thing is clear - this machine is determined to die and I am only being cruel in perpetuating it's existence. It became clear that it was time for ANOTHER new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to look at the highly complex and dynamic market that is 'Vacuum Cleaners'. These modern devices like digital cameras, mobile phones, TVs etc must be very simple because you enter a shop and you can easily get mobbed by all knowledgeable individuals who can show the nuances of how much better the most expensive ones are - but enter the vacuum cleaner part of the shop and you have entered a desert of knowledge - this underlines how complex this market must be! I went out into the 'digital' world and dragged back, kicking and screaming, a sales assistant and a chocolate fire guard came to mind. Pushing him to look for answers - because he didn't know about anything that wasn't digital - he did finally come up with some answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's so difficult about vacuum cleaners? Well 'what maintenance is needed to the filters?', 'You do stock the filters? No? But you can get them?', 'What is the price of the filters?' And I was horrified that on some the filters need to be replaced annually and cost 30% of the cost of the machine! Ok I am mean, but I only want clean floors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waded through the models available and found hoses that wouldn't enable you to clean the stairs, machines that wouldn't lie down enough to get under furniture, machines that were just too heavy and many other problems. Finally we chose one - one I didn't want to go for at the off but really felt it was the only practical machine. So why didn't I want it...? Well it's the same model as the one that failed! Obviously uprated a bit but the same model. So we came away without one. Why? Because the same shopping group offered the same model 17% cheaper on the web! (It pays to be aware before you go out!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I agreed 100% with the choice I still find it rubs salt into the wound that Wifey thinks this one is really good. Perhaps the old one was a Friday afternoon model because she NEVER felt that about the old one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-128917319818806011?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/128917319818806011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/04/tale-of-two-vacuum-cleaners.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/128917319818806011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/128917319818806011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/04/tale-of-two-vacuum-cleaners.html' title='A Tale of Two Vacuum Cleaners'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1847433101364736340</id><published>2011-04-05T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:20:44.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>'Twas Wifey's birthday and eldest daughter - about to start her new job - had come and taken her shopping while I waited in for the delivery of a new cleaner. Youngest daughter was at school and so Wifey had not yet opened her parcels as there wasn't time before school. It was an early finish for school and just before she got home the vacuum FINALLY arrived. It was within the terms (just) but having been without one for 4 days it seemed like forever. The story of the vacuum is a tale in it's own right and brings a smile to my lips when it's not a tear to my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parcels were opened and we piled in the car for a quick trip to Carsington Water where we intended taking in the shops so we left Dylan to guard the house - barking his assurance that he would do the job well - or just barking not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 'bracing' at Carsington so the shops is what we did except we played on the water exhibits - well you are only young once aren't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then returned so I could take Dylan a walk before we went out again for dinner at the chosen location of Nando's. Dylan seemed to know he was going to have to stay home again on his own as he found every tiny thing to smell and take his time over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk done we piled back in the car and went to The Westfield Centre in Derby where Nando's is located and had been&amp;nbsp; recommended by both daughters. Eldest goes there quite often with her partner and friends and has taken her sister who adored the place - mainly for the crushed ice machine but she liked the food a great deal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quickly seated and perused the menu. We chose and myself and eldest went to order. The queue was quite long and we waited a while to place our orders. Both Wifey and I had chosen the Mediterranean Salad while youngest chose a medium double wrap. Bad news - no Mediterranean Salad or Caesar Salad - so we held the queue up while the eldest went back and checked with the birthday girl what she would like as an alternative. Seconds choices made we returned to our seats and waited about twenty minutes for our food. OK they were busy although we didn't expect it on a Monday evening. The food was quite good and I was happy that I had chosen 'hot' but youngest regretted the choice of medium and kept the ice machine in business for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose cakes and I went to place the orders. The queue was lengthy again and very slow and they opened a second till. I was now last in queue and seemingly second as well. The second till finished the order it was taking - AND CLOSED!! The girl who was placing the order in front of me - and chatting up the assistant - finished and her friend started placing her order! I had now queued about 15 minutes for the second time and the effect of dinner's satisfaction was wearing thin. I placed the order for the cakes and returned to the table and the cakes arrived quite quickly. I must say those that 'caked' (I am low fat and the bottomless yoghurt did not appeal at all) were more than happy with their portions and enthused a bit over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming away I tried to get to the bottom of why people like Nando's but just couldn't fathom it. Our conclusion was that if we found ourselves wanting a meal in Derby then we may go there again but if we were going out for a meal then Nando's is not a place we would head for because of the feeling we came away with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1847433101364736340?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1847433101364736340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-dinner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1847433101364736340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1847433101364736340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-dinner.html' title='A birthday dinner'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8930561414528948634</id><published>2011-03-25T07:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:44:30.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Toothache - Thank you very much</title><content type='html'>Toothache is very painful but, rather strangely, it earned me a very enjoyable evening's entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started back in January... I had neglected getting my teeth looked at for a few years since retiring and I broke a teeth on a wine gum. I managed to find a dentist - my old one didn't love me any more as I had gone off and left him - and managed to get an early appointment. She took a look and told me I would need two fillings and&amp;nbsp; a second appointment was made. During the cleaning process it became clear that the 'referred' pain I was having was, in fact, more problems with other teeth. Oh dear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know those of us who have toothache do not actually make life better for those around us. I don't really understand why and how that happens but there you go. I still had toothache and the prospect of possibly 3 more fillings. Wifey took to complaining on Twitter - an organisation that should be made illegal as it steals time from people and the crime goes unreported - and the Nottingham Playhouse took sympathy and gave her a 'little' compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this, last night we went to see Steven Berkoff's Oedipus. The story of Oedipus is, of course, a classical one but I find it causes me angst. How can anyone condemn him when he had no reason to even contemplate doubting the rightness of his actions? But this play affected me more than on any other previous occasion with the passion that the company put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Berkoff's production of 'On the Water Front' a couple of years ago and I was swept along by that and 'Oedipus' features the same player's in action. The play is an hour and three quarters with no interval and is performed using only one set. There were 'glitches' but this is live theatre and there always are but some nights it will be one thing and sometimes another but once the play got under way I was entranced and really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting was used with particular effect with actors appearing in the middle of the stage after the action had held your attention and the live music must not go unmentioned. It was not until the final 'curtain' and bows were being taken that I realised the entire sound had been done by one man and the music by his own accordion. Also, it is easy to credit the performances of Creon,&amp;nbsp; Jocasta (whose hanging scene was both clever and convincing and had me looking for the rope) and Oedipus (whose scene when he stabbed his own eyes out was probably the goriest piece of theatre I have ever seen) but the 'ensemble' deserve a real special mention. It is difficult to watch them and think of them as 8 individuals - they work so well together they seem to be a sixteen legged symbiotic entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic night, from the drinks on arrival to the final curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the teeth...&amp;nbsp; Well I have a temporary filling soon to be replaced with a proper one but I may yet need two more sorting but perhaps I can put them off a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8930561414528948634?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8930561414528948634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/03/toothache-thank-you-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8930561414528948634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8930561414528948634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/03/toothache-thank-you-very-much.html' title='Toothache - Thank you very much'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-9048891228691908924</id><published>2011-02-19T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:15:23.113Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>And so I returned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvSyV98juiQ/TV-2mD8TFvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/717wgYUaVn4/s1600/P1000461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgFsYO6DBxM/TV-2gZaEgiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WfnUTlWR_SU/s1600/P1000460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgFsYO6DBxM/TV-2gZaEgiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WfnUTlWR_SU/s320/P1000460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Having seen what the wind had done to the polytunnel I returned - armed with 'stuff' to shore it up and protect it against future wind. When I got there it wasn't as repairable as I remembered. I took the cover off to show the extent of the damage to to the metal frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvSyV98juiQ/TV-2mD8TFvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/717wgYUaVn4/s1600/P1000461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvSyV98juiQ/TV-2mD8TFvI/AAAAAAAAAkM/717wgYUaVn4/s320/P1000461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the best approach was to remove the frame, dismantling it with care, and using the cover to protect all the 'stuff' from blowing around, then come away and develop a PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crkZv5xS1rQ/TV-2u_6a_ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xoAdoYOKk2M/s1600/P1000482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crkZv5xS1rQ/TV-2u_6a_ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xoAdoYOKk2M/s320/P1000482.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I left I put a stake in and tied our Christmas tree to it as the wind was preventing it getting a root hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--h-5Dd1n-mE/TV-2ygGpZtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MVz3T2gODkQ/s1600/P1000511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--h-5Dd1n-mE/TV-2ygGpZtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MVz3T2gODkQ/s320/P1000511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I returned having concocted a PLAN - a brilliant PLAN - Baldrick would be envious - Take it out altogether!&lt;br /&gt;But I also dismantled the compost bins that had been left - this was already on the future GRAND MASTER PLAN but I brought it forward as I wanted to build a 'bin' to retain the 'stuff' against the wind. Theft is not a problem but the wind can carry stuff for ages. Sheds etc. are left unlocked but with nothing of value - for value read things like power tools - and there is a store of tools that people can borrow from if they find themselves wanting at some point. We had set lettuce and radish in the tunnel and this is now under fleece in the middle of the area. I have added half a dozen early cabbage that we had already growing ready for planting, planted some onions that Granddad had spare and some garlic. I have re-dug all the ground spoiled by the tunnel and dug the ground the tunnel was on as well as starting a new plot and I can truly start to say that the allotment is now MINE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-9048891228691908924?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/9048891228691908924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-so-i-returned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/9048891228691908924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/9048891228691908924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-so-i-returned.html' title='And so I returned'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgFsYO6DBxM/TV-2gZaEgiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WfnUTlWR_SU/s72-c/P1000460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1752388768980964100</id><published>2011-02-05T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:15:51.281Z</updated><title type='text'>A good week spoiled...</title><content type='html'>It has been a particularly good week. Yes it started with having to get a new dentist and then having to wait a fortnight for an appointment to get my broken tooth repaired but.... I managed to get some more done on the decorating front and then Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to install a server for someone. True to form it tried to foil my attempts at every turn but I beat it back bravely. I continued and was close to finishing Thursday but not wanting to rush went to finish the job Friday. On Friday BT pulled the plug on the internet service as it was switched from AOL to BT. This was supposed to happen Friday night - not Friday morning! Fortunately I was there to make the appropriate router changes and get them going again. I finished the day early despite taking some time for training and tuning - something I don't normally get time for and so I finished the week on a real high. Sounds sad but if you haven't been there then please don't knock it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TU2soAcFdVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JfaSI2Eokf0/s1600/P1000452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TU2soAcFdVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JfaSI2Eokf0/s320/P1000452.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning came and I went down the allotment for the first time  this week and got a shock! Yes there's been wind but I still wasn't  prepared for what I found. The polytunnel had taken a battering with  some of the internal struts sheared off while others were badly bent. This poly tunnel was erected by the previous tenant and been left behind with three vines in. As well as bent metal work one end of the tunnel is badly torn as well. Unfortunately this structure is too flimsy a structure for the open location it is in, it should be in a garden where fences and trees will help to break the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TU2sSIsZH9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/_v3tJmEXU2c/s1600/P1000453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TU2sSIsZH9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/_v3tJmEXU2c/s320/P1000453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are now licking our wounds and trying to decide it's future.&amp;nbsp; We had been thinking about doing more fruit in the garden and less vegetables so I think we will now move the vines to garden locations and try to salvage a summer-only 'greenhouse' for tomatoes or cucumbers or similar. It is a real shame that this has marred an excellent week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TU2sstOkjhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a1uBwWPEotE/s1600/P1000451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TU2sstOkjhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/a1uBwWPEotE/s320/P1000451.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1752388768980964100?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1752388768980964100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-week-spoiled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1752388768980964100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1752388768980964100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-week-spoiled.html' title='A good week spoiled...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TU2soAcFdVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/JfaSI2Eokf0/s72-c/P1000452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6472710523226379706</id><published>2011-01-05T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:14:55.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Putting Christmas back in the box.</title><content type='html'>12th Night. Decorations go away and Christmas is over. The first of it's kind I believe and the first over a very sad watershed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a pup I remember Christmas. I was the fourth of five lads and when it came to judging the mood of my parents they always deferred to me. Why? I don't know. My memories of Christmas morning commenced with being asked "Do you reckon we can go down now?". It was exciting going down to find a pile of presents. Well a pillowcase stuffed generally. Five pillowcases around the the living room. We would open presents and there would be calls of "Look!" and we would. The room would be a mess and the toys would be played with and chocolate eaten. Mince pies for breakfast and excitement all day - until bedtime. At bedtime the magic collapsed and disappointment leapt in as you realised - That was it! Christmas DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen that disappointment crash in at each Christmas for my daughters until they reach a certain point. I suppose it's called Maturity. Our eldest had long past this as she sat her A levels and her sister was born and so for me to see the pre Christmas excitement/disappointment cycle start again was truly magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was different. Throughout the run up our youngest kept telling us that she was the only one of her group who was not excited about Christmas. I felt disappointed but we did everything we could. Come Christmas eve the two were together again for the reading of "The Night Before Christmas" and I hope that will continue. But as her sister went home again our youngest retired for the night asking what time she could get up. Come Christmas day we heard "How did you know I wanted this?" on more than one occasion but come bedtime she was not suffering the depression that she had previously and so I didn't go and sit on her bed and try to console her as in previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we won't have another child of our own and so the Christmas excitement/disappointment magic is gone from our Christmases and while there may be grandchildren they won't carry the same involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad time this year but a happy time as I am assured that it was still one very good Christmas.,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6472710523226379706?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6472710523226379706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/01/putting-christmas-back-in-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6472710523226379706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6472710523226379706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2011/01/putting-christmas-back-in-box.html' title='Putting Christmas back in the box.'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2398909399097335094</id><published>2010-12-22T08:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:44:12.833Z</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Present For Grandma and Granddad.</title><content type='html'>SOC's and FOC's Grandparents on wifey's side are now both in their 90s. For nonagenarians they are both doing very well and, while they don't understand technology they do have ideas of what can be done. Granddad asked if his Super 8 home movies could be put onto DVD for him for Christmas. I had a think, with FOC present, and suggested I would need a video camera to do it - something I don't own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks later, out of my hearing, he asked wifey if he could buy me what I needed to convert his home movies - for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Christmas present. This meant he was serious - but I don't want a video camera! So what to do? I asked FOC and she said she had one but it was to tape and I would need to then copy them using cables and software and it was messy. I then thought about our newly acquired Lumix compact camera. I had not explored it's video capabilities but what were they? I tried a couple of videos of Dylan in the snow and was surprised that they are VGA or QVGA specification. Interesting, but how to get them to DVD for the average DVD player. I sourceforged and found DVD Flick for DVD Authoring. So first thing is to take those videos of Dylan and put them to DVD and see DVD Flick work. It worked a treat and has a selection of inbuilt menus for multiple titles (chapters). I tried the final DVD on the playstation and his DVD player and they worked. Things were looking good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fetched a few movies and the projector and screen and set about the first one. Mounting the compact camera on a tripod beside the project and as near to the projection source as possible I then zoomed in to capture the image. I JUST managed to fill the screen of the camera (it's 4 times optical zoom) with the projected image but was losing out on colour. Over several days I played with lots of settings and eventually bumped in to a setting that is not on the menu - that of exposure. I set this to -1 and started to get the results. I was also projecting onto less than A4 (I had abandoned the aged screen) as this reduces pixelation. Also my compact will only record for 15 minutes before stopping the recording so I found it necessary to record some in 2 chunks and then 'splice' them together later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I made the movie 'lead in' blank of the tape longer while I fiddled with getting the camera started and the same would happen at the end so I planned on removing them by Windows Movie Maker (WMM). Problem is that Windows Movie Maker doesn't recognise the file format (mov) that the Lumix produces. I picked up Any Video Converter - Free (AVC) from sourceforge.net and used it to convert the mov format files to mpeg2 which WMM will recognise. AVC gives you the ability to edit out sections of the recording - except I couldn't get it to work so I continued to use WMM and WMM does give the ability to add titles where ever required and also gave me the ability to splice bits together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having finally produced the 'titles' (or 'chapters') it was time for DVD Flick. I was really surprised by how DVD Flick smoothed out the flickering images and enhanced the colours. Problem is the projector's chattering is carried through on the sound and DVD Flick needs a soundtrack. At each title (11 so far) I have edited the screen title and the time index of the tumbnail (so that the added title shows) as well as added a new soundtrack (mp3) from a CD I own and removed the original soundtrack. It was at soundtrack level that I found a bug. If the soundtrack is shorter than the movie then DVD Flick just unloads itself and any unsaved changes are lost. I used 'Audacity' to add all my soundtracks together to get one large enough to cater for all my videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I paid for some movies to be put to VHS professionally for him and comparing the results I feel my efforts have produced the better results. Oh, and cost less as NONE of the software I used cost money - Many thanks to the open source world (and rather unusually Microsoft!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cost I did incur though was an extension hard drive as this process is, by necessity, disk hungry and the old laptop is about full - well was anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2398909399097335094?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2398909399097335094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-present-for-grandma-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2398909399097335094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2398909399097335094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-present-for-grandma-and.html' title='A Christmas Present For Grandma and Granddad.'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-5115962600661752539</id><published>2010-11-29T08:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:15:59.850Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow your own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>The freeze sets in....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TPNeAwNLOXI/AAAAAAAAAis/bH2EtQ7lyGA/s1600/P1000083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TPNeAwNLOXI/AAAAAAAAAis/bH2EtQ7lyGA/s320/P1000083.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weather forecast is grim. Snow and ice for 'weeks'! Not looking forward to it. The freeze last year took our early broad beans and hopefully this year I have cloched early enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like I will be going to the allotment for a while and running out doors looks and feels positively treacherous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like walking with Dylan, who loves biting the snow, and the gym is now the agenda for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-5115962600661752539?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/5115962600661752539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/11/freeze-sets-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5115962600661752539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5115962600661752539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/11/freeze-sets-in.html' title='The freeze sets in....'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/TPNeAwNLOXI/AAAAAAAAAis/bH2EtQ7lyGA/s72-c/P1000083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6132002319245487773</id><published>2010-11-27T08:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:12:33.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Nearly first week on the allotment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC6LiANwPI/AAAAAAAAABM/G53Ikk44BWY/s1600/P1000015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC6LiANwPI/AAAAAAAAABM/G53Ikk44BWY/s320/P1000015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to the allotment 4 times this week to try to make a start. The natural light, commitments, the temperature and the mains water to the loos having been turned off have curtailed my visits to a maximum of 2 hours. Hard work? Hardly - just great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I lifted the beetroot and carrots. It amounted to about 50 pounds of beetroot and about 70 pounds of carrots. Both taste great and I am a true lover of beetroot - but this may prove a little too much this year! We have also been eating carrots in most every known way but, as yet, we are maintaining a healthy skin pigment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC6uVtr2BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rq8IS2Xbui4/s1600/P1000075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC6uVtr2BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rq8IS2Xbui4/s320/P1000075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lifting the carrots revealed a whole lot of leeks which, as I cleared some of the brambles revealed even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC7fH6UcqI/AAAAAAAAABU/gMS-NX6yLQc/s1600/P1000076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC7fH6UcqI/AAAAAAAAABU/gMS-NX6yLQc/s320/P1000076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also found a row of turnips which will come in handy sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC7wM1UY4I/AAAAAAAAABY/08EqB2jLQiM/s1600/P1000072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC7wM1UY4I/AAAAAAAAABY/08EqB2jLQiM/s320/P1000072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wednesday I started to try to tidy up the plot to show the allotment committee that we are serious. The secretary was saying that people wait on the list for years and then when they have been given a plot they pay their rent and never show up! WE don't want anyone thinking we are not enthusiastic! But Wednesday was also a frustrating visit because there are so many things that need doing there is a temptation to start them all and finish none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC8D5ZwgQI/AAAAAAAAABc/hU2WyplSfJM/s1600/P1000071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC8D5ZwgQI/AAAAAAAAABc/hU2WyplSfJM/s320/P1000071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday saw a shorter visit where we decided to do some proper planning so we can focus properly on the next task in hand. On Wednesday I had started to define the path and bottom corner of the allotment and that is where we start our proper effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC8n8Vc9PI/AAAAAAAAABg/Eoz3GabFPo4/s1600/P1000074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC8n8Vc9PI/AAAAAAAAABg/Eoz3GabFPo4/s320/P1000074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also decided to move the strawberries - some to our garden and some to a 'out the way' bed. These strawberries are perpetual fruiting and have a lot of bud on even now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today it has snowed for the first time this year and that may mean less done for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6132002319245487773?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6132002319245487773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/11/nearly-first-week-on-allotment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6132002319245487773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6132002319245487773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/11/nearly-first-week-on-allotment.html' title='Nearly first week on the allotment'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TPC6LiANwPI/AAAAAAAAABM/G53Ikk44BWY/s72-c/P1000015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-4591255092904793009</id><published>2010-11-21T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:32:39.327Z</updated><title type='text'>First day at the allotment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmX_nSKaI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UtJSryR0edw/s1600/P1000015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmX_nSKaI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UtJSryR0edw/s320/P1000015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmZrqKIeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hIIvbt-1J6s/s1600/P1000016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmZrqKIeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hIIvbt-1J6s/s320/P1000016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous occupant of our plot quit the allotment rather abruptly and left a lot of things behind. We haven't identified everything yet but are trying to 'tidy up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started by moving some of the blue plastic out of site and gathering up the bags with compost that have been left sitting around and consolidating them into the compost heaps at the back. I have also been clearing brambles from along the back fence and consigning them to the council bin as they don't compost at all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the things left on the allotment is a poly-tunnel which has 3 young vines in. We are still deciding whether this stays or goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I have been clearing some of the surface weeds and seeing what lurks below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmcazeF2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/yGtcbNxhnvI/s1600/P1000017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmcazeF2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/yGtcbNxhnvI/s320/P1000017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Various brassicas are still there in various conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmfLrqDCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/voT4tGAUqBE/s1600/P1000018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmfLrqDCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/voT4tGAUqBE/s320/P1000018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmhVJ45YI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rc07wzvJSEc/s1600/P1000019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmhVJ45YI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rc07wzvJSEc/s320/P1000019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a patch of carrots and these are gigantic. I suspect some could enter the 'Dibley Village Rude Vegetable' competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmj-n9j8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zqgTnLs2tgQ/s1600/P1000020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmj-n9j8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zqgTnLs2tgQ/s320/P1000020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a patch of beetroot and mostly of a good size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmmr_cK4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/gNmKIr62Z1o/s1600/P1000021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmmr_cK4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/gNmKIr62Z1o/s320/P1000021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A raspberry pretending to be a bramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmplmS94I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CkGA7tvNMLw/s1600/P1000022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmplmS94I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CkGA7tvNMLw/s320/P1000022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A gooseberry bush - no babies I'm pleased to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmumtxPLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CvZrFlX0rb0/s1600/P1000024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmumtxPLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CvZrFlX0rb0/s320/P1000024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Autumn fruiting raspberry. And what's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmxQBclpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sJTnWAgA60A/s1600/P1000025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmr3b39iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c5VQAl-OugU/s1600/P1000023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmr3b39iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c5VQAl-OugU/s320/P1000023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's still in fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmzswcYJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hy6tcyYxP0w/s1600/P1000026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmzswcYJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hy6tcyYxP0w/s320/P1000026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Various fruit trees, but only 2 are labeled - A Granny Smith Apple and a Conference Pear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmxQBclpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sJTnWAgA60A/s1600/P1000025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmxQBclpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sJTnWAgA60A/s320/P1000025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkm18Sul5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Tf4ViitwZDg/s1600/P1000027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkm18Sul5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Tf4ViitwZDg/s320/P1000027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7 or 8 trees in all, but mostly too close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkm4R1xjsI/AAAAAAAAABE/EmxUSbRInRg/s1600/P1000028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkm4R1xjsI/AAAAAAAAABE/EmxUSbRInRg/s320/P1000028.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not sure what this is so we need to 'look it up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkm7jchZLI/AAAAAAAAABI/6e2cc1yBAFs/s1600/P1000029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkm7jchZLI/AAAAAAAAABI/6e2cc1yBAFs/s320/P1000029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought a little home with me while we decide how to store the carrots and beetroot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this there are currant bushes as well, but I missed out on photos of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-4591255092904793009?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/4591255092904793009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-day-at-allotment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4591255092904793009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4591255092904793009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-day-at-allotment.html' title='First day at the allotment'/><author><name>Author In The Making</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFnYtEWzFIA/TOkmX_nSKaI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UtJSryR0edw/s72-c/P1000015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6542322068752504580</id><published>2010-08-31T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:12:38.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Digeus System Optimiser</title><content type='html'>I run Windows Vista SP1 with a 68gb Hard Disk installed. 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The solution is to do what is possible to keep Vista working and perform and protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from holiday to find this email waiting for me:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear The Mole,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be honored if you’d take the time to review our product on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for an unbiased review, We will provide a copy of the product for free!&lt;br /&gt;We will also place link to your review from our product's page with your logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The review may be written in any language you want, min 100 words. 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This easy-to-use software helps you eliminate &lt;br /&gt;system crashed, prevent computer problems, and restore your system to &lt;br /&gt;a healthy state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of tools included in suite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Data Encryptor&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Disk Space Analyzer&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Drivers and Programs&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Duplicate Files Finder&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Icon Manager&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus IE Manager&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Junk Files Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Memory Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Multimedia Settings Tweaker&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Optimization Wizard&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Privacy Protection&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Process Manager&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Registry Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Registry Defragmenter&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Repair System Settings&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Service Manager&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus File Shredder&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Smart Uninstaller&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Startup Manager&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus System Customization&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus System Info&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus System Security Tweaker&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus System Speed Optimizer&lt;br /&gt;* Digeus Unnecessary Files Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download and install System Optimizer 8.2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.digeus.com/downloads/systemoptimizer/files/8/sysoptimizer_8_2.exe"&gt;http://www.digeus.com/downloads/systemoptimizer/files/8/sysoptimizer_8_2.exe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more what is included in System Optimizer 8.2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://digeus.com/products/systemoptimizer/system-optimizer.html"&gt;http://digeus.com/products/systemoptimizer/system-optimizer.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to hearing from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Alise Johnson&lt;br /&gt;PR Manager&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Digeus, Inc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had to say the idea sounded a bit attractive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It offered the ability to get more from my present installation without the reinstall.&amp;nbsp; I downloaded it, installed it and started to play....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First thing I decided to try the &lt;b&gt;junk file cleaner&lt;/b&gt; and therein hangs a tale. It kept crashing about my ears. I persisted - cos that's the kind of guy I am and eventually found a few things.&amp;nbsp; It was crashing because there were too many files for it to handle. (I found in excess of 66,000!). Why did I have so many? I had a gut feel that it was caused by HP Update and using the &lt;b&gt;startup manager&lt;/b&gt; disabled it. Lo and behold - the files stopped being created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then, through windows, removed the application to prevent a recurrence. After that the&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;junk file cleaner &lt;/b&gt;ran without any issues BUT and it's a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; it listed the zero length files and included, the C:\BOOT directory BCD.log1 and 2. These are system files and I would hope that they are adequately protected but I certainly would not recommend deleting them! and therein lies a warning - SOME programs have empty directories and zero length files as an 'in case' and removing them could cause the application to crash so treat this list of files as a guide and not a safe list of files to delete. If you delete a file that causes a problem then it's on YOUR head not Digeus' and that goes for ANY optimisation software.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I chose to run this one 'type' at a time and found little else that was controversial although 'sorting' by file size is alpha numeric so '729 bytes' is greater than '1,101,124 bytes'. This ought to be sorted.&amp;nbsp; Additionally I would like to see an 'export' button throughout the system so you can print the results and review them off line (and if you are geeky enough) use an editted version of the results to create a batch file - but certainly to review off line in a spreadsheet or similar would prove useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One nice thing about this software is that it moves the 'deleted' files to the recycle bin and asks if you want to empty it first. If you leave the recycle bin's contents in tact then you can test the effect of the deletions you have chosen by rebooting and testing the applications and 'restore' any files that you shouldn't have deleted before clearing the bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I reviewed the services in &lt;b&gt;service manager &lt;/b&gt;and liked the presentation and prompts to help me see more clearly the options and found it clear and concise and took the opportunity of turning off a couple of services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I then looked at the &lt;b&gt;duplicate files finder. &lt;/b&gt;This works by comparing file dates and times and sizes - so files with different names [ e.g. jpg and a(1).jpg] are identified. I liked this feature &lt;b&gt;BUT CARE IS NEEDED.&lt;/b&gt; It sees duplicates across user profiles so where two user profiles use the same software you could end up rendering one users software inoperable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;disk space analyzer&lt;/b&gt; is nice and concise and gives a very immediate picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One thing I struggled with when I first got Vista&amp;nbsp; was the scheduled tasks.&amp;nbsp; There are a lot set to start too frequently, but the windows interface is less than explanatory and to see a pretty face put on the front of scheduled tasks would be nice - maybe later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have not tested the entire product and I certainly would not encrypt my disk for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The product does claim to work on all windows platforms from 95 to Windows 7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the whole - if used with  care - I liked this product despite the bugs and despite some of the  interesting spelling - it really needs to help the less experienced more  though and I would suggest that there are some areas where the 'select  all' feature should not exist or carry a severe warning about the  possible use.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you would like to try the product you can download a trial and if you would like to review it after contacting Digeus using the email address alise.johnson AT digeus.com then you may also be able to qualify for a free copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6542322068752504580?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6542322068752504580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/08/digeus-system-optimiser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6542322068752504580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6542322068752504580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/08/digeus-system-optimiser.html' title='Digeus System Optimiser'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-4584918338612078900</id><published>2010-03-25T09:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:18:25.121Z</updated><title type='text'>Rant on Hollywood explosions!</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing that annoys me then it's the way Hollywood using exploding vehicles! They don't explode! If they exploded like Hollywood vehicles do then we wouldn't be able to drive them around safely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for an explosion to occur then all the right components must be present in as close as possible the right quantities throughout the mixture. Petrol requires air in it to burn and that is what petrol does - it burns! In a car engine the fuel and air is premixed in the correct quantities to cause the mixture to burn rapidly in the combustion chamber. Note the word 'combustion' NOT explosion. It burns so rapidly, turning a small amount of fuel and air into a very large volume of hot gas that people talk of an explosion - but it's combustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you set fire to a petrol tank it will burn rapidly and will heat up the metal around it and could cause the tank to rupture spilling burning fuel everywhere - but it will not explode. If you do this to a larger vehicle or vessel the same thing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a seemingly contradictory element to this... If you weld an empty petrol tank it could very well explode! No, it may very well combust so rapidly and with so much force it will rip the tank to shreds and throw shrapnel around.&amp;nbsp; As good as an explosion anyway. This is because the tank is NOT empty but an 'empty' tank enjoys about the correct mixture of petrol vapour and air. So if you find yourself wanting to weld a petrol tank then fill it with water first!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-4584918338612078900?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/4584918338612078900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/03/rant-on-hollywood-explosions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4584918338612078900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4584918338612078900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/03/rant-on-hollywood-explosions.html' title='Rant on Hollywood explosions!'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2387341202641479444</id><published>2010-03-16T06:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:44:29.746Z</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog?</title><content type='html'>Today we are told that we should enjoy a 'web presence'. But why? Having read blogs by friends and not-friends I seem to see many different reasons. And why should we read them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gain more experience from blogs I see several reasons for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people write blogs because they feel they should but they ponder hard about their blogging and come up with blogs that are interesting, entertaining or both. Some blog interesting ideas and some blog anything - seemingly just because they can. Some use it to seek popularity or to be reassured about their popularity. Some blog quietly while others are constantly prompting us to read their blog. It just leaves me wondering why there are so many reasons to blog. Myself, I think of blogging as a way of recording my thoughts and if they go unread then they were my thoughts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why to read the blogs? This one is for me just as big a question. I am a slow reader and reading has always been hard work. I recently re-read a sentence 4 times before I realised the word was 'four' and not 'hour' and suddenly it made sense. When reading is like this for you you do not read everything put in front of you. If I see a friends blog post I will scan the first paragraph and if it doesn't catch me I will give up - sorry! Even if it does I may give up before the end anyway. Mary will read over my shoulder waiting for me to scroll down. I may be asked 'Did you read?' and I will ask for the gist and then maybe go to read it for myself.&amp;nbsp; Having read will I comment? Why do people comment? I will comment if I have to something to say at the time. Because I haven't commented doesn't mean I haven't read. I don't feel I need to leave my footprint in the sand just to say that I have been there. I probably enjoyed it, or I didn't finish it. I was always told ' if you don't have something to say then say nothing' and that's what I do. But I see so many comments that seem sycophantic, popularity grabbing - 'Please, I read it sir/miss!'. I am told that it's my badly developed social skills and so I apologise to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the bloggers I enjoy may I say "PLEASE keep on blogging" - for the main part I do enjoy them but don't leave my footprint to say I read them and apologise but I would miss them if they weren't there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2387341202641479444?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2387341202641479444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2387341202641479444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2387341202641479444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog or not to blog?'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8235821000591016231</id><published>2010-02-20T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:25:39.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on a birthday...</title><content type='html'>What did I want for my birthday?&amp;nbsp; I don't have so many things. I could do with another laptop, a digital camera, memory for my laptop, a new scroll mouse, a day riding heavy horses - the list is endless, but what did I want for my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well truly none of them. It was my 55th and I had always hoped to retire by my 55th and I had achieved it. What I wanted for my birthday was surprises! Small surprises. I wanted a happy day, not just for me, but for my family too. I wanted memories of a day enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I disappointed?&amp;nbsp; Certainly not! Having just finished an excellent book I was looking forward to starting another and a good book always leaves you with a warm glow for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early start and out for a walk with Dylan in a magical wonderland of snow made a fantastic start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home and opened presents. T-shirts - probably the most useful item in my wardrobe as they layer in winter, go in the gym and are great for summer too. One had a Haynes manual cover reproduction on, one was a 'popeye' and a plain one - all absolutely great! Books, always a welcome present. Sweets and snacks - Liquorice, jellied fruits, dates, wine gums - you name it and all low fat! Toys and snacks for Dylan and other things. All great and really appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then squandered time on facebook while people got ready but we were running late so rather than stress and rush we rescheduled the day to have dinner before we went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went, with Dylan, to Monsal Head to go for a short walk through the Dale and along the trail, where he played with his new toys in games of 'fetch', before returning to the café at the head. They should have been closed but they gave us tea and hot chocolate and cake for Lizzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then getting too late and we returned home to sandwiches, cake and a video followed by a final walk of the day Dylan. Finally, a brief spell on facebook replying to the many birthday wishes from my facebook friends. A truly lovely day with lots of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets? Forgetting the camera for the first walk of the day AND the trip to Monsal Head. Also it was a shame that the café had no scones and jam, but it was the end of the day and we did get tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did I get what I want for my birthday? I most certainly did - and in spades! And Many thanks to everyone who helped to make it so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8235821000591016231?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8235821000591016231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflections-on-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8235821000591016231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8235821000591016231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflections-on-birthday.html' title='Reflections on a birthday...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-7462295260636451931</id><published>2010-01-30T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:23:21.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Anger!</title><content type='html'>Dylan had an accident last night. He woke Mary about 5:30 who thought nothing of it. He later came to me and I got up. When I came down I found he had had an accident all over his bed - and only his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put him in he garden and set about cleaning up which wasn't too arduous a task. I then let him in and it became apparent that he was terrified of me! Why should this be? It was his first accident in more than a week and we are still learning about each other. I hadn't spoken harshly to him in any way because I could see he knew he had erred and was remorseful. So why was he terrified of me? I took him his walk and he was as good as gold and we both seemed to enjoy it, but when we got back in his tail went down and the terror showed itself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only logical conclusion is that the previous male in the household in which he lived was violent with him and he doesn't know to trust me yet. It has really made me so angry, I just cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had wondered why he had become a stray and I would have asked the previous owners 'Why?'. I think I know why now and if I ever met the previous owner I really feel like punching his lights out - and I abhor violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-7462295260636451931?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/7462295260636451931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7462295260636451931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7462295260636451931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/anger.html' title='Anger!'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1717540934154319088</id><published>2010-01-29T21:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:26:13.171Z</updated><title type='text'>The woods are lovely, dark and deep</title><content type='html'>Walking in the woods by the light of a full moon brings a magical fantasy world to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is some years since I have walked regularly in the dark evenings, but Dylan and I now walk the woods regularly. Tonight we enjoyed a clear sky and cold wind. The shadows thrown by the moon were long and clear and the light bathed the ground in a greyness of contrast. The path through the woods became less clear than the overcast nights we have been walking in and several times had me wondering the way I should go. Dylan guided me along the path with unerring and caring ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard voices. Youths. And they were on the path we were destined to follow. What would we find when we came to them? These teenage voices were laughing and joking as they celebrated the start of their weekend and as we neared them it became more apparent what my fear of them was. I braced myself and tightened Dylan's lead and hoped I was wrong and as we passed them, warily I found to my delight I was wrong and Dylan didn't jump and give them dirty footprints. He said hello to them and they to him, but he kept his dirty feet to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there will be a pile of drinks cans and bottles in the wood where they met and on examination it will be found that 9 out of 10 are soft drinks cans. I wonder if they all know what they are all drinking or whether, under cover of dark, they drink what they want rather than what they think their mates expect them to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatherings of young teenagers are all too frequently labelled as 'youths' when all they are are young people looking to socialise. Stick them in a youth club! That will curb their freedom and inhibit their socialising! We met and gathered outside such organisations and it didn't do us any harm and it annoys me that people brand these youngsters as criminals in the making. There will always be bad ones but most are just younger versions of ourselves and deserve the trust and respect we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely evening and a lovely walk that left me thinking of wolves baying to the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1717540934154319088?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1717540934154319088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/woods-are-lovely-dark-and-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1717540934154319088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1717540934154319088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/woods-are-lovely-dark-and-deep.html' title='The woods are lovely, dark and deep'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8827785299137925344</id><published>2010-01-17T08:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:02:18.441Z</updated><title type='text'>Sssshh  - It's a secret!!</title><content type='html'>My daughter was expressing her levels of appalledness by a recent exercise they were asked to do at school and it does, in my opinion, make you start to question the intelligence of some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things they were asked to do in this exercise was to write their secrets into their workbook. Horror was expressed by many of them in class, although the vocal ones seem to have been mostly girls. They challenged the teacher and refused to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion this raises other questions, but what did the teacher expect? Girls seem to have more secrets than boys and I would expect the boys to have taken the approach I would have done. I would have made something up along the lines that I would expect my peers to have written. The fact that we all would have done the same thing invalidates the exercise anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are 'more honest'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take this exercise logically it is one that cannot be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the secret is written down then it is not a secret any more hence it no longer fulfils the requirements of the exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does bring to mind a management training exercise I was involved in some years ago. There were about 12-15 of my colleagues around a table and we were given the exercise. A group of visitors were trapped in a pothole and we were running the rescue team from a remote location. There were men, women and children in the trapped group which included some elderly and unfit. We had to decide the order to bring them up to safety as they could not all be saved and some would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appalled at this and said that I wouldn't be involved in this and that we, as a team should leave it to the chaps on the rescue team to make those decisions as they would have the greatest information and that we should support them with whatever resources they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reaction of the rest of the group was that I was wrong, the exercise said that we had to do this. I still refused - I was adamant that I would not even PLAY at being god and controlling who should live or who should die. One of my colleagues turned to the trainer and asked him to tell me to get involved properly. I remember that the trainer said nothing but shrugged his shoulders and turned to face the window. I suspect I had played right into his hands! Was this what the exercise was about? When people saw that there was another way they started to join my side and by the end of the exercise there was only the person who challenged the trainer left on that side of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the class missed the purpose of the secrets exercise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8827785299137925344?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8827785299137925344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/sssshh-its-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8827785299137925344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8827785299137925344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/sssshh-its-secret.html' title='Sssshh  - It&apos;s a secret!!'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8787640902168668061</id><published>2010-01-03T00:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:52:11.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Kindle</title><content type='html'>Before retiring I worked in the 'Security Printing Industry' and was heavily involved in the provision of software and other technologies for the distribution of 80% of the UK's gift vouchers. There have been and still are logistical problems of how these can be replaced by gift cards but they are being and will be replaced by gift cards. To ignore this fact is to try and stop the inevitable. It has happened through time immemorial that things get replaced by newer things. Sometimes we feel that it is being forced on us as consumers by the manufacturers and we kick hard against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheet music gave way to 78 rpm gramophone records. They in turn gave way to 33 1/3 and 45 rpm records and I am sure everyone was annoyed that they would have to replace their gramophones with record players, but eventually they did. In the early 80's the CD came along and I for one refused to get involved. The CD has stayed and reluctantly I do now use them but just as the order of the day becomes to download direct from the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know the publishers are now pushing Kindle. Why? Because they can cut out all that messy ink and paper, the wholesalers, the bookshops and become even more profitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But consider the download market today....&amp;nbsp; The Arctic Monkeys established a precedent. A successful popular hit and no record label involved! They cut out the recording company totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Software will become available and standards published that will enable anyone to publish their own book on the web without resort to a publisher. Arguably this can be done in PDF format today and could have been done over the last so many years, but Kindle offers bookmarking and pagination management techniques that make ebooks more manageable to the reader. Also small portable readers are becoming available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a good thing and what would be the impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first is the disappearance of the paper book but publishers are already pushing for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second will be there will be no editorial control over accuracy of non fiction material which could be a serious issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly violence, sex, racism etc in fiction could go on uncontrolled, but in reality agencies could be set up to watch for this and shut it down within guidelines that could be as draconian as was deemed relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another important impact would be in spelling.&amp;nbsp; Yes, spelling. We all read typos in publications and wonder how they got through but that's after proof readers have found many, many more and had them corrected. Self published books would leave errors that would be read and believed to be the correct spelling. That thought is abhorrent. But think on this....&amp;nbsp; Books that are self published and have plots and story telling techniques that are hugely popular! How will the publishers look on Kindle then? But if the books are written entirely in text speak - what will that do to the printed/published word? Books in text speak WILL happen and that fact alone will aid their popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make several cases FOR Kindle. Travellers can take all the books they want on holiday abroad. Positive? Yes.&amp;nbsp; Short sighted people, like my 90 year old father in law, could have readers that vary the contrast and brightness as well as variable sized fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the down sides are far more and they are being gathered together in 'Dusty Old Books' &lt;a href="http://jamesmayhew-dustyoldbooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jamesmayhew-dustyoldbooks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; so I won't go into them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebooks, of which Kindle is one emergent standard, are bad I believe and we should resist them. I will, but I know the tide will come in and the spot in which I stand to make my defence will get covered by that tide. I also believe that the tide will move slower than Kindle and the publishers want because the 20 year old generation is not 100% behind it and they need to be before the 30, 40 etc generation will become convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that paper books remain with us for the next 50 years or more and let's try to perpetuate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8787640902168668061?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8787640902168668061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-kindle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8787640902168668061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8787640902168668061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-kindle.html' title='Thoughts on Kindle'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-4089705961346758872</id><published>2009-12-24T07:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:42:00.210Z</updated><title type='text'>1976 - A Marvelous year.</title><content type='html'>Christmas eve 1976. The end of a year with a very long hot summer. The year I had left home after seeing all my brothers leave and then return. I had always resolved that when I left home that was it, no going back. I had joined the TA and enjoyed the weekends enormously. The year I had passed my driving test and got a battered old ex-taxi - a Cortina 1600E with a sports carb. A car I got to know intimately and spent many happy hours underneath tickling her bits to keep her going. A truly magnificent year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had locked the car in the company car park as I had determined I was not going to use it until after Christmas. Work closed early and on leaving the building I asked one of the girls if she was going to the pub for a Christmas drink with everyone. Although I had spoken with this girl a few times, we didn't work together and the only real conversations had been to criticise my appalling French. She had shopping to do for her Grandmother so couldn't. I persuaded her one quick drink. We went for that drink. We danced - to what I have no idea - and then she had to leave to get her shopping done. I left the pub with her amid questioning looks from some of the girls I worked with. We did that shopping and I decided that I was not letting things end there, and they would have, so I took the car from the car park - I had had about 6 vodkas at this point - and I took her home. We agreed I would pick her up for a drink later and we went down Nottingham. At the end of the evening we made another date between Christmas and New Year and sometime around the 7th January we informally got engaged. In February we broke the news to her parents and left it until March 1978 to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was and is my first serious girl friend and after 33 years and 2 lovely daughters I still believe Christmas eve to be a more special day for me on the calendar than our anniversary - 4th March.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Mary and I still love you lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-4089705961346758872?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/4089705961346758872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/12/1976-marvelous-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4089705961346758872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4089705961346758872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/12/1976-marvelous-year.html' title='1976 - A Marvelous year.'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-7451139459194198939</id><published>2009-12-23T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:07:02.624Z</updated><title type='text'>Current Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SzKRoreqSAI/AAAAAAAAATs/72a7WI504rg/s1600-h/DSCF4470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SzKRoreqSAI/AAAAAAAAATs/72a7WI504rg/s320/DSCF4470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been a manic time for me. You too? Well, of course it has because it has been the run up to Christmas. But I have been busy and started to put my bookcase together. Here we see it unglued just put together to check everything works and it seems to, although the backboards have yet to be cut to size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the wood involved is reclaimed wood from different people so it is of different colours and finishes. the first this is to sand off the old finishes and then we will stain it up. I would like to wax it and leave it mostly in it's original colour, but where we want it we need it to be a teaky colour, so stained it will be. Once complete it will be able to house some of my Christmas presents from kind publishers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have been working on this I have also been doing a paid job of work again although only for 7 days. I was surprised at how much fun it is now. I was a little anxious having not 'worked' for 15 months and I 'retired' because it was no longer the hobby it had been. But after a 15 month break it was good and fun to be back at it and I am grateful to friends for the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a happy Christmas planned after which I will resume the bookcase and move on to trying to renovate a carburettor for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, don't let anyone say otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-7451139459194198939?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/7451139459194198939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/12/current-projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7451139459194198939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7451139459194198939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/12/current-projects.html' title='Current Projects'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SzKRoreqSAI/AAAAAAAAATs/72a7WI504rg/s72-c/DSCF4470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-5446888139474677993</id><published>2009-11-24T06:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:58:00.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Quite a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SwuADoaaeII/AAAAAAAAAS8/ND-bFG16O8A/s1600/DSCF4234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SwuADoaaeII/AAAAAAAAAS8/ND-bFG16O8A/s320/DSCF4234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday ended up a bit pressured which was very much a shame really. I have been spending a few days helping out with a server re-installation after a virus severely damaged a DC server running SBS and left it at the point where correction of the corruption was not practically possible. I had spent 4 days on it last week where 1 day had been severely curtailed because of a power cut. I had spent a little time setting up a wifi router and licking my wounds while assessing everything I could think of that needed to be done to finish up over the weekend and REALLY hoped to get finished in 1 more day. Things started well and it looked like things were going to be fine but then the XP client I had been rebuilding after it's problems with viruses took longer to patch itself than I had bargained for as well as the new Vista client we were installing taking too long to patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:00 pm I still hoped to get everything done in time to get away for about 3-3:30. I then found a 12 page document for 1 product I had to install and things didn't look so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 3:45 I really had to leave because, having only one car now, I had to get home in order to get SOC to Pony Club at 6:00.&amp;nbsp; The traffic was much lighter than I expected but still only had just about enough time and the end of day rush sort of marred the job, which was a shame as I was working with a very nice group of people and generally things went quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC did enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.cavendishbridgeequestrian.co.uk/ponyclubhome.php"&gt;Pony Club&lt;/a&gt; though in which they covered road safety while I sat in the car licking my wounds still and assessing what I had left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a fair few jobs at home I need to get finished this week Although one job I am not going to find time for this week is building my bookcase. Having cut most of the wood and routed the edges I now have to finish it all off by hand with cleaning, sanding and smoothing before assembly. To be so close but not finished is a little irritating but we have to take the rough with the smooth.&amp;nbsp; I will get to the gym today though and after Sunday's personal best of 27'57" for 5k on the treadmill I look forward to repeating that (if not bettering!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fun few days in which I like to think we have helped them out and get them to a more robust state than they were before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-5446888139474677993?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/5446888139474677993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/11/quite-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5446888139474677993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5446888139474677993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/11/quite-change.html' title='Quite a change'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SwuADoaaeII/AAAAAAAAAS8/ND-bFG16O8A/s72-c/DSCF4234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-812835164381583873</id><published>2009-11-15T08:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:32:52.186Z</updated><title type='text'>An interesting discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sv-0RfMNf6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/jlfReRO68rw/s1600-h/scan0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sv-0RfMNf6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/jlfReRO68rw/s320/scan0106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma's birthday Tuesday and as that's a gym (for SOC) and school day we decided to invite them for tea on Saturday instead. We showed them the photos we took in Wales recently on the PC and Granddad comment on my wallpaper picture. We knew it to be Mary's Granddad on his engine (No 6) and Mary and I had debated where the photo was taken because of the background. I had suggested the Beggarlee yard at Moorgreen, where my brother had worked as a fitter when a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We asked Grandma who said she had no idea but a lively discussion ensued. By having scanned the photo quite deeply a remarkable amount of detail can be found but very little was recognised. First thing is there is a crossing in the bottom right. We debated this but little ensued. Second, but more obvious really, is the engine is cold. It takes a long time to get an engine cold and it is close to that crossing where you wouldn't park an engine, so it must have been shunted from it's shed to this point for the photo. If you zoom into the original down by the front bump stops you can see buildings in an elevated position, but their outline meant nothing to us. Where were there engine sheds? It was quickly agreed that Granddad's engine was believed to have always lived at Langley Mill Sheds but it could have been moved to Begrarlee, but did that answer it and why was Granddad wearing a tie? But this was not discussed before a heated debate on where the sheds actually were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"You go down the lane and turned left over the style. Don't you remember?" says Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"No, I have never know that area as it was covered by the pit tip and I have only ever known the pit tip as being there." says Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"You do" says Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Of course she doesn't" says Grandad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"No" says Granddad "The bakery was there before the mushroom farm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Well I'm sure they were by the Northern at the back of the canal basin" says Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These debates went on and became quite heated at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The footplate was a hot place to work, why would an engine driver wear a tie? We now entered a debate into Why the photo was taken. Perhaps that could be answered with When it was taken? The picture is clearly posed as the engine must have been shunted and Granddad is wearing a tie. Why would that be? "5 years service? No nothing like that was ever awarded in those days Granddad assures us. New engine in the yard? Well the connecting rods on the wheels don't look clean and if you were posing a new engine you would clean every inch of the engine.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, the engine is clean, and they were kept clean. Cleaning kept dirt away from joints and knuckles where it could become an abrasive and accelerate wear and it also helped you find wear before it became critical. (Don't even think about BR where pride in the engines was discouraged and repair rather than maintenance became the norm). So why would you pose the engine. Perhaps the answer is in the tie. He was promoted to become Traffic Manager where he would have to wear a tie. So perhaps one last photo of proud driver and loco? How old was he when he retired from driving? Was it before the war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Wasn't it after he gave his motorcycle jacket to so-and-so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"No he gave it to some Londoner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"No he gave it to so-and-so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Did he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"The point is When did he give his jacket away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Wasn't that before the war?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the end I think we concluded, after further lively discussion about his age in the photo and age at becoming traffic manager that the photo of Engine No 6 of The Barber Walker Collieries &amp;amp; Co. was taken at Langley Mill Sheds with Eastwood in the background on the occasion of the promotion from engine driving&amp;nbsp; of Mr William Lacey shortly before the second world war in 1939. He died at the age of 62 in 1955 before Mary's birth and so she never knew him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-812835164381583873?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/812835164381583873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-discussion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/812835164381583873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/812835164381583873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-discussion.html' title='An interesting discussion'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sv-0RfMNf6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/jlfReRO68rw/s72-c/scan0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6669606935541376104</id><published>2009-10-30T22:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:53:50.953Z</updated><title type='text'>A weekend away with TRAINS and DRAGONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutuVlrcYmI/AAAAAAAAARI/vGYOtedNqTY/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutuVlrcYmI/AAAAAAAAARI/vGYOtedNqTY/s320/DSC02110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After our dealing with &lt;a href="http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/spontaneity.html"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/a&gt; we did book a B&amp;amp;B and went away. We ended up choosing &lt;a href="http://www.cartref-caernarfon.co.uk/"&gt;Caernarfon&lt;/a&gt; because we decided on the &lt;a href="http://www.welshhighlandrailway.net/"&gt;Welsh Highland Railway&lt;/a&gt; for a train to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken long weekends before and stayed away only one night, but found that with a B&amp;amp;B and having to get up and moving, it can make the break feel much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also set an itinerary of things we plan to do so that we don't spend time in making spontaneous decisions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on two nights rather than one but were offered a 3 for 2 deal which we would have been daft to refuse.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at Chirk Castle on the way there and were grossly disappointed that much of the building was empty while the building fabric was being restored and we certainly felt it wasn't twenty pounds worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the B&amp;amp;B and struggled with parking. Increasingly towns and cities are trying to keep cars off the streets and while this is laudable it does make it difficult for the tourist industry. However Mary and Roger (our hosts) pointed us to a place on the harbour wall where we could park unrestricted, and it was only 3 minutes walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutjPrK0BNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zTifqq9Y0AI/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutjPrK0BNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zTifqq9Y0AI/s320/DSC02298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The second day away was to be train day and so after breakfast we set off. Wifey and myself do not eat a cooked breakfast while we are away and often wonder 'How many people in B&amp;amp;Bs would eat a cooked breakfast at home?'. We suspect very few, but when someone else has the cooking to do and is prepared to wash up then they will have one. We don't change our habits so easily but did indulge in both cereal and toast where normally it would be one or the other. (Wifey mainly has toast when I take her breakfast in bed at weekends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutjSlaRIzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/v0Wmrp4aKiM/s1600-h/DSC02130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutjSlaRIzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/v0Wmrp4aKiM/s320/DSC02130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our engine was to be a South African Railways Garrat engine. A 2-6-2+2-6-2 articulated engine of two feet gauge. Originally built in Belgium and shipped to South Africa and when decommissioned from SA it was returned to the UK for restoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train we bought brochures announcing 'New for 2009' the line would go right through to Ffestiniog but it doesn't yet. This brochure and announcement are unfulfilled ambition and the link will now be complete in 2011. We will see about that though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were due back at Caernarfon at 18:35 and had arranged dinner at the B&amp;amp;B. The train arrived back about 20 minutes late, which I found disappointing as you expect these small lines to be punctual as a matter of pride. However on the way back we stopped at 'Snowdon Ranger' - a station close to Snowdon - and were intrigued by the fact that you can clearly see the lights of the cafe at the summit from miles away from Snowdon itself. (The clocks had gone back and we were starting the dark nights!) We thoroughly enjoyed the day and have too many tales to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SuttuKvzHXI/AAAAAAAAARA/yZbCLfdgePw/s1600-h/DSC02145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SuttuKvzHXI/AAAAAAAAARA/yZbCLfdgePw/s320/DSC02145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One item worth recounting though is that in Beddgelert is a wooden gifts shop which specialises in wooden items. Outside this shop are a few very fine carvings and this dragon is one such magnificent specimen. It was a little sad to read though, that the story of Gelert is now, almost certainly a tale made up by an eighteenth century innkeeper to boost tourism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutdlohLLBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3uT5YFWz6dQ/s1600-h/DSC02289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutdlohLLBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3uT5YFWz6dQ/s320/DSC02289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Second day was another castle day and we 'did' Caernarfon Castle before lunch and Plas Newydd in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been to Caernarfon before and found that half a day is not enough and were left wondering 'Why don't they have a teashop?' and had to leave to get lunch. In the afternoon we headed to Plas Newydd which is more a house than a castle but none the less very interesting and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutlymLge6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iN4dbqX-w34/s1600-h/DSC02307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutlymLge6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iN4dbqX-w34/s320/DSC02307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the third day we had a trip to Beaumaris Castle planned as we believe that we are on holiday until we cross the threshold of our house again and did not need to hurry home. We had been to Beaumaris before with both FOC and SOC on the same trip, while FOC was at Uni in Aberystwyth. We knew it to have opportunities for the two children to chase in long corridors and to be quite a complete castle. Sorry - not two children - Wifey and Daughter (SOC). Another important feature of this castle are the back to back toilets! Impressed? Me neither. But it is an extremely nice castle and worthy of a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to Penrhyn Castle which is more a house in that it was not a defensible structure, but was designed to look like a castle. It was built on the site of an old castle but could really now only claim the name by it's geographic location. It is a beautiful house with huge amounts of carvings in both wood and stone and lots and lots of moulded plaster. The real shame of this house - and it is shame - is it was built from the three 'S's - Slate, Sugar and Slavery. The builder had 2 daughters, one called Slate and one called Sugar - what if he had a third? We will never know. To think that the house's legacy was paid for in blood though does make you stop and think and regret it's building. We arrived at 15:00 and had insufficient time to see many of the 'extras' like a railway museum, doll museum and much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6669606935541376104?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6669606935541376104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6669606935541376104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6669606935541376104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-away.html' title='A weekend away with TRAINS and DRAGONS'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SutuVlrcYmI/AAAAAAAAARI/vGYOtedNqTY/s72-c/DSC02110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8662717752964121916</id><published>2009-10-25T06:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:58:52.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SuP29TDvrwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C_9DUhG2WV4/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SuP29TDvrwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C_9DUhG2WV4/s400/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We make a lot of spontaneous decisions in our family. But we are careful about giving them long and hard deliberation first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who I worked with for more than 20 years who could finish work on a Friday having booked time off from work and with nowhere to go. He would return from holiday to inform us he had gone to Mexico or the Caribbean. I always joked that he packed his bags, went to the airport and asked where they had two seats on a plane for and got on the first plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could do that given enough time to plan it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided a fortnight ago if not longer we would go away and give SOC a ride on a mainline train, probably LLandudno Junction to Betws-y-Coed. I sent off 25 emails trying to find B&amp;amp;B. Got them back and started to choose. "Hang on there's a long tunnel on that route" says Wifey, "Great" says SOC "Oh" says Wifey. Wifey can be a bit claustrophobic. "What are tunnels like?" says Wifey. I explain. "I think I can go with that." says Wifey. "I thought we weren't going to go there now?" says SOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to understand that that simple conversation took 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway" says SOC "I thought that route wasn't as pretty as the 19.5 mile one?". The route to which she referred was the Welsh Highland Railway - Caernarfon to Beddgelert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send out 25 more emails and the responses pour back in. I respond to a few for a few more details and one of them refers us to another B&amp;amp;B that does evening meals.&amp;nbsp; OK we enter into a week long protracted email exchange with the new suitor  about B&amp;amp;B, B&amp;amp;B and evening meals, their menus, their photos on the web site, their parking facilities and other major essential items of information needed for a spontaneous decision. My father-in-law then has a health issue which means all spontaneous plans go on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy day at the hospital we then find that we can go away and finally book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things being equal we finally go in a few hours time. I wish I could get used to spontaneity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8662717752964121916?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8662717752964121916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/spontaneity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8662717752964121916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8662717752964121916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/spontaneity.html' title='Spontaneity'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SuP29TDvrwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C_9DUhG2WV4/s72-c/Untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-7855664499876032348</id><published>2009-10-22T07:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:28:28.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A day less enjoyed</title><content type='html'>I had a phone called from the father-in-law wanting a lift to the hospital at short notice. He doesn't drive very far now and we discourage his driving when we can because his eyesight is not what it was anyway and obviously his reactions are not as razor sharp as they were. It meant taking him early the next day. OK! Plans immediately went on hold. We were planning and about to book a couple of days away at half term. Arrived at his house bright(?) and early to find him discussing hospital transport with a neighbour. His neighbour has had a heart attack and his wife is having health problems at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems very sad, in a way, that my life is increasingly becoming hospital centric at times and wifey keeps saying to me at the moment 'get it fixed' and I don't want another round of hospital visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way he explained that I could park about 5 miles from the hospital - for free! - and catch a free! bus to the hospital and the bus runs every 10 minutes. We catch this and I am impressed by Nottingham's approach to parking and traffic. The hospital is QMC but I have very little experience of this hospital, my experience being limited to the death of my father - so not a happy experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive about 9:30 and immediately get lost! A League of Friends person sent us in the right direction, whereupon we got lost again and a nurse took us to the appropriate place. This is one of my first impressions of the hospital. We were not the only little lost patients - the hospital seemed to be crawling with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two derby hospitals have different approaches to help patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Both have far more signs telling you where to find X-Ray 92 or MAU or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;(2) The City in derby has maps available and sent out labelling the campus in a fair amount of detail.&lt;br /&gt;(3) The DRI has a single line painted throughout the hospital and each 'junction' is labelled 'Junction 1' or 'Junction 12' etc and your appointment card will say 'X-Ray 12 off Junction 17'. At Junction 17 the signage will be enough to help you find it.&lt;br /&gt;(4) And when you get there there will be a BIG sign saying 'X-Ray 12 Reception'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can argue that these labels make it feel more like a hospital than QMC but duh isn't it a hospital? Isn't it supposed to be one of the leading hospitals in the UK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there are far more signs in Derby telling you that the consultants on duty today are Dr ABC and Dr EFG and the sister in charge is Sister ZYX and the wait you can expect is R minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things are missing and it does not make the QMC a pleasant place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left at about one fifteen after a feeling of having been forgotten, but have to go back next week - after we had planned to return from our few days away - but we go back with an expectation of one hour there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having returned home at about 2:30 I felt I could go to the gym and did so, but regretted it quite early on as on the mill my heart rate touched 170 and it didn't want to come down too easily. I ended up doing a measly 9 kph before giving up at 4k again. Things continued to go down hill in the gym and in part I wish I hadn't gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was crowned by a small success though with an Excel VB Script that worked pretty well first time out, and just needed a few cosmetic tweaks of extra spaces and spelling corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for the positives! Now we can book our days away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-7855664499876032348?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/7855664499876032348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-less-enjoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7855664499876032348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7855664499876032348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-less-enjoyed.html' title='A day less enjoyed'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2218407197350173516</id><published>2009-10-17T07:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:49:18.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer pressure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Stln9-Duw7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/zpZ-6BXpnUc/s1600-h/DSCF3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Stln9-Duw7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/zpZ-6BXpnUc/s320/DSCF3938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393456343081206706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to be a school friends birthday. Always a problem at this age. Are they still children, young adults or teenagers (as they should be)? What to get for a present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC came in and said that they had discussed it on the way home from school and she was going to have a riding lesson! No objection really except before she spends our money we like to be involved in the decision. We are just old fashioned like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made all the arrangements with the &lt;a href="http://www.cavendishbridgeequestrian.co.uk/"&gt;riding school&lt;/a&gt; and the day came around. Her friend had ridden before but several years ago and for several more years than SOC and so had outgrown all her gear. Her mum had spoken to friends and relatives and come up with boots, gloves, whip, boots and a hat for the day. The hat didn't contain the sticker for the correct BS standard and so could not be used in the school but one was borrowed and everything was OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson was mid afternoon unlike SOC's normal time and was in a class of experienced riders - more experienced and capable than SOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend gave an excellent show demonstrating her ability and experience and frightening the life out of poor old Benny who normally takes much more junior riders and gets his own way most of the time. The thing that impressed me most though was SOC. From the first trot she was a different rider. She sat taller, rose and fell in the saddle more positively and moved Enoch much more commandingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a more advanced lesson they moved on to canter, something she hadn't really done with Enoch, but she went for it after having been asked if she wanted to have a go and she trotted three sides of the manege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hugely impressed with her, although her friend had had Benny do the same and Benny is a very lazy animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now going to try a lesson in the same group at the same time, but without her friend and see how things go. It may not have been peer pressure, but the group or the hour of the day.  We will see. It may mean we have to give her friend lessons EVERY week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2218407197350173516?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2218407197350173516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/peer-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2218407197350173516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2218407197350173516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/peer-pressure.html' title='Peer pressure?'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Stln9-Duw7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/zpZ-6BXpnUc/s72-c/DSCF3938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1360110194631119691</id><published>2009-10-15T12:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:40:49.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A light experience</title><content type='html'>Many moons ago, maybe as much as 20 years, a friend took me to see a man who was very much into the latest 'stuff'. He had a 500 watt security light on the side of his house. These are commonplace now, but unheard of then, and he explained this was to enable his CCTV to get visibility for security. I was sceptical at the time that this was absolutely necessary and that it didn't actually advertise that there was something to steal at this property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time moves on and we all have outside lights for 'security' or merely for convenience of seeing around the property at night. I noticed recently that these are still sold as 500w (which as you know is half a kilowatt to put it in context). I have been frustrated and annoyed by this and secretly turn the light off but am told off a day or so later for it. Cats, hedgehogs, foxes and other small mammals set these off and at half a kilowatt they are not good for light pollution or for energy expenditure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been looking around and found that there are now 150 watt versions of the bulb available and have changed the light to a much smaller power. I am pleased to find that the light is still thrown as far as I want it (the bottom of the garden for the compost bins) but not so far outside the garden, thus reducing light pollution. It also has the added benefit that I can go to the bins at night and not get a tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law is now 90 years old and was complaining that his room was too dark at night. It was faddy, particularly in the 70's and 80's, to have light fittings with lots of low wattage bulbs that gave a 'public bar' type of feel to a sitting room. As you get older you do, however, need more light to see and this is where he found himself, needing more light with a light fitting that won't take more wattage. I asked him to have a look and he turned up 5 energy saving bulbs of 20 watts each and and I explained that more light didn't need more power. We changed 1 and he was amazed at the effect. I changed a second and took the remaining ones out and he was delighted with the light. We had taken the power consumption from 125watts to 40 watts yet tripled the amount of light in the room. The problem remains in that he has 3 empty light sockets and 2 ugly bulbs, but now he can explore the options of what to do next knowing that he wants at least 200 watt equivalent of light in the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1360110194631119691?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1360110194631119691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1360110194631119691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1360110194631119691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-experience.html' title='A light experience'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6795940283982092853</id><published>2009-10-02T16:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:04:56.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition achieved?</title><content type='html'>I have always been a tad jealous of people that can draw something that can be recognised as more that a dead spider squashed by a lorry on the motorway. This week I have picked up some books on crafts for Mary and found one on drawing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SsYlDA8kQgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RlWcNsUOdno/s1600-h/DSCF3870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SsYlDA8kQgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RlWcNsUOdno/s320/DSCF3870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388034737919246850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, sadly the above is not anything I've done. It's an out of focus image of a drawing done by wifey of a cyclamen. I like it, but she has always wondered.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SsYlDuByhSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Bp62Ujk2Q78/s1600-h/DSCF3871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SsYlDuByhSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Bp62Ujk2Q78/s320/DSCF3871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388034750020748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly the above is not mine either! It was done by SOC before she was school age and she wandered in from the garden having drawn it. We were BOTH amazed. I am sure you can see the fuchsia flower. No it's not a mistake - the fuchsias were in flower and her table was right beside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SsYlEHEcefI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9q6lXMQR9WU/s1600-h/DSCF3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SsYlEHEcefI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9q6lXMQR9WU/s320/DSCF3872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388034756742773234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the above is mine - but I'm getting there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6795940283982092853?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6795940283982092853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambition-achieved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6795940283982092853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6795940283982092853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/ambition-achieved.html' title='Ambition achieved?'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SsYlDA8kQgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RlWcNsUOdno/s72-c/DSCF3870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2243274787007730568</id><published>2009-10-02T16:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:03:44.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Told Off</title><content type='html'>FOC came round last night and it appears she reads my ramblings quite regularly.  Didn't know that BUT...  She told me that I have insulted her in these ramblings. I have just reviewed the pages (briefly) and cannot see to what she alludes. If I have then I really apologise, it was never my intent - I just say things as I see them. Love you kid. Love SOC too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went visiting the other day to 'the farm' and was chatting with Paul. I felt a bit guilty, because I hadn't gone for anything more than a chat and he has work to do. He had been out with the Morris to Cromford and coming back it started to misbehave and he had been looking at it. I climbed in the cab and 'helped' him refit one of the diesel filters. Because the cab doesn't lift access is tight and to try to get to both sides of the engine is difficult. I got oily hands but it was great to have my hands inside an engine after so long. Immense thanks to Paul.  BUT....  I got home to be told off for smelling of oil. (To be fair a mild ticking off really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a week spent on fitting door handles, letterboxes and new locks - simply because the old ones were decaying. But as I started one job, a second became obviously needed to be done and so on. Now to finish the woodwork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2243274787007730568?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2243274787007730568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/told-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2243274787007730568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2243274787007730568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/10/told-off.html' title='Told Off'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-3268694945529072398</id><published>2009-09-27T21:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:04:03.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation Sculpture - Chatsworth House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we have been to Chatsworth house and for only the second time seen the Revelation sculpture working. It is a fascinating, beautiful sequence of movements. Unfortunately the engineer inside me immediately works it out and damages the effect. But that's me all over. The Emperor Fountain was short on height and so the water pressure, from the Emperor Lake, was either low or turned down. After so many weeks without proper rain this was not to be surprised at. Unfortunately this meant also that Revelation was slower and required more patience to see the full sequence than it normally does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_Pe0uOGQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/n302yxjoH8s/s1600-h/DSCF3748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_Pe0uOGQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/n302yxjoH8s/s320/DSCF3748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251807813933314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The petals are open and water bubbles over the top&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_PeYMFBhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yarfknQqLiw/s1600-h/DSCF3749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_PeYMFBhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yarfknQqLiw/s320/DSCF3749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251800154539538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The petals rise gradually while the ball sinks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_OzUEeMSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5JRgcCawDqM/s1600-h/DSCF3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_OzUEeMSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5JRgcCawDqM/s320/DSCF3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251060314517794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the petals rise while the ball falls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_Oy-gRShI/AAAAAAAAAPI/c29raFU5r_Q/s1600-h/DSCF3751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_Oy-gRShI/AAAAAAAAAPI/c29raFU5r_Q/s320/DSCF3751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251054525532690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;until the petals are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_OyR72YkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HhUYKf5f-8w/s1600-h/DSCF3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_OyR72YkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HhUYKf5f-8w/s320/DSCF3752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251042561614402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a wait there is a gush of water and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_Ox5T52qI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CbC5Zte6y6c/s1600-h/DSCF3753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_Ox5T52qI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CbC5Zte6y6c/s320/DSCF3753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251035951618722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the petals start to open....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_OxteKl6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JHfUX28xC4c/s1600-h/DSCF3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_OxteKl6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JHfUX28xC4c/s320/DSCF3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251032773433250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and continue to open until the petals are open, the ball has risen and the cycle will start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I apologise for the photo quality, but my poor 5mp camera had had a hard life before I gained possession and managed to bring it back to a form of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-3268694945529072398?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/3268694945529072398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/revelation-sculpture-chatsworth-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/3268694945529072398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/3268694945529072398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/revelation-sculpture-chatsworth-house.html' title='Revelation Sculpture - Chatsworth House'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sr_Pe0uOGQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/n302yxjoH8s/s72-c/DSCF3748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-5910688422467128717</id><published>2009-09-14T09:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:53:37.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam Engine on the West Highland Line</title><content type='html'>While on holiday in Scotland we stayed at a cottage in Morar. At the bottom of the garden where you could watch from the kitchen window runs the west highland line. A daily service operates on the line throughout the summer that is hauled by a steam engine. Currently the name for this service is 'The Jacobite'. It runs once a day from Fort William to Mallaig and back and the current engine is 45407 - Lancashire Fusilier. Only it's not. When operating as a mainline engine in the days of steam, she had a different name and number but when rescued from the scrap yard she was restored as the Lancashire Fusilier which was one of her sister 'Black 5' engines. She is a glorious sight to see, smell and feel as she pounds past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sq4FG7QM0SI/AAAAAAAAANU/ski0Q09fQkA/s1600-h/DSCF3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sq4FG7QM0SI/AAAAAAAAANU/ski0Q09fQkA/s320/DSCF3548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381244221297316130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lancashire Fusilier enters Mallaig station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sq4EZm29QPI/AAAAAAAAANM/DqHlXBAf89E/s1600-h/DSCF3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sq4EZm29QPI/AAAAAAAAANM/DqHlXBAf89E/s320/DSCF3566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381243442728616178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The station at Glenfinnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sq4EZGtK5lI/AAAAAAAAANE/3cShDKs4mhA/s1600-h/DSCF3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sq4EZGtK5lI/AAAAAAAAANE/3cShDKs4mhA/s320/DSCF3535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381243434097632850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lancashire Fusilier pulls the train from Mallaig back to Fort William through Morar station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people dreamt of being engine drivers as children, but do we really know what that meant? I met Paul first when he had a problem with his PC eating his accounts and through his mother-in-law, invited him to my retirement do. I asked Paul about this steam engine he had, that his mother-in-law had told us about. He invited me along to see it and it turned out to be a &lt;a href="http://www.derbysmee.co.uk/"&gt;5" gauge model engine&lt;/a&gt; . He leant me 'The Engine driver's Manual'.  You would not believe, until you read, how complex driving an engine is.  It seems straight forward that if you want more steam then add water to the boiler - yes, and cold water will cool the boiler and drop the pressure. Then add coal to the fire - yes, and adding coal to a fire 'blackens' it for a while and cools the fire down.  Running these engines required a knowledge of the route, the train and the engine. These guys were skilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-5910688422467128717?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/5910688422467128717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/steam-engine-on-west-highland-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5910688422467128717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5910688422467128717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/steam-engine-on-west-highland-line.html' title='Steam Engine on the West Highland Line'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/Sq4FG7QM0SI/AAAAAAAAANU/ski0Q09fQkA/s72-c/DSCF3548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2351259898575374323</id><published>2009-09-12T08:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:56:49.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networking - a good thing?</title><content type='html'>There has been said a lot lately about social networking - this new phenomena - and most of it has nothing good to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is addictive - yes but like all addictions it can be controlled if the addicted individual wants to control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent case of a man killing his wife when she changed her status to single on facebook tells a very small part of their story as their relationship was already breaking down for many other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, social networking enables people to communicate their ideas and emotions around the world to friends that they have never met and hardly know. Hang on a minute, that sounds just like the old pen pals of years ago? Yes, that's exactly what it is but much faster and to a wider audience. No one decried pen pals, although there was a degree of addiction to it. Having posted a letter one awaited eagerly the reply and pounced on it when it finally landed on the mat. Grabbing the pen while the envelope was still warm a reply on 10 sides of paper was scripted to be posted at the first opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why all the fuss surrounding social networking? It is because it is so much faster and the habit can be fed 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it all bad? Consider those who have social connection issues. People like to call them Aspergic - I hate labels of that type as it makes it sound like they should be rounded up in some way! But what about them? In social networking they can connect to others without many of the barriers they feel about personal contact. Fetching kids from school can be a problem for them in case other people waiting want to talk - they can find it very uncomfortable and stressful, yet in social networking they can connect to others and chat openly and not feel any of that so could this be a good thing for them? Perhaps so but will increase the number of 'aspergics'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many sci-fi books used to project societies where people didn't leave the comfort and safety of their own rooms and maybe, just maybe,  social networking is a step along that route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2351259898575374323?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2351259898575374323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/social-networking-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2351259898575374323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2351259898575374323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/social-networking-good-thing.html' title='Social Networking - a good thing?'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-520427834070560306</id><published>2009-09-07T08:18:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:45:47.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of school holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday marked the end of the school holiday and so we decided to go with SOC to Dovedale. Quite a while since we were all there but a SPLENDID time was had by all.  We stayed out late and went without tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started by Viator's bridge at Milldale and walked down the dale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX7Hdq-cNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/d7PFDNd-ZS8/s1600-h/S6301504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX7Hdq-cNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/d7PFDNd-ZS8/s320/S6301504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378981435606462674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The view from Viators Bridge towards Dovedale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX7GyOimZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iPWvjWj4xY8/s1600-h/S6301505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX7GyOimZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iPWvjWj4xY8/s320/S6301505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378981423944472978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dove at Milldale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6yjAcZuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_UDQ1LlsL7U/s1600-h/S6301508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6yjAcZuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_UDQ1LlsL7U/s320/S6301508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378981076261431010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Being a limestone rich area there are many fossils to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6yM_CewI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YhgoZT2D16A/s1600-h/S6301510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6yM_CewI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YhgoZT2D16A/s320/S6301510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378981070349957890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The limestone gives rise to caves and this is a view out of one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6x2sFZnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oLovgRtZCFk/s1600-h/S6301512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6x2sFZnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oLovgRtZCFk/s320/S6301512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378981064364877426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More of the caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6xeja9BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gRdUeP0cA5Y/s1600-h/S6301514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6xeja9BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gRdUeP0cA5Y/s320/S6301514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378981057886090258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SOC Told us about money trees, which to our shame, neither of us had heard of before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6w-wEq1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mlyk22aGJ4Q/s1600-h/S6301515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6w-wEq1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mlyk22aGJ4Q/s320/S6301515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378981049349221202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ilam rock is popular with climbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6ErgyLXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VLrZtYhe-mk/s1600-h/S6301516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6ErgyLXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VLrZtYhe-mk/s320/S6301516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378980288270577010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Lion Rock. If you look you can see a lions face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6EFOC5eI/AAAAAAAAAL4/awXfRXVxvhg/s1600-h/S6301517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6EFOC5eI/AAAAAAAAAL4/awXfRXVxvhg/s320/S6301517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378980277991433698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An arch form in the limestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6Dx1YkuI/AAAAAAAAALw/S0t1NsXUyHY/s1600-h/S6301520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6Dx1YkuI/AAAAAAAAALw/S0t1NsXUyHY/s320/S6301520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378980272787722978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lover's Leap. (She didn't die, he wasn't dead, they met again and lived happily ever after!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6DX6sPXI/AAAAAAAAALo/lnPeTY1FHl4/s1600-h/S6301521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6DX6sPXI/AAAAAAAAALo/lnPeTY1FHl4/s320/S6301521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378980265830661490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Approaching Dovedale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6C5wLV9I/AAAAAAAAALg/939GmO8YzBs/s1600-h/S6301522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX6C5wLV9I/AAAAAAAAALg/939GmO8YzBs/s320/S6301522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378980257733498834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The famous stepping stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-520427834070560306?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/520427834070560306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-school-holidays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/520427834070560306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/520427834070560306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-school-holidays.html' title='End of school holidays'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SqX7Hdq-cNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/d7PFDNd-ZS8/s72-c/S6301504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6498713517234180119</id><published>2009-09-02T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:05:57.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphins</title><content type='html'>While away we also saw dolphins.  SOC caught this on her 5.5 megapixel camera with almost no zoom. We were REALLY close to them. It was magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qdVAiVaAMw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qdVAiVaAMw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were that each day at low tide as the tide turned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6498713517234180119?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6498713517234180119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/dolphins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6498713517234180119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6498713517234180119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/dolphins.html' title='Dolphins'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6700591596714592101</id><published>2009-09-02T10:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:36:49.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from holidays</title><content type='html'>Having got back from holiday, relatively unscathed, I now have to readjust to being home again. Next week school goes back so SOC will be out and I have to readjust again. Ne'er mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a slight issue with the car while we were away. I lost the fuel gauge when we got there and immediately we lost the power steering as well. By Sunday morning the car wouldn't even unlock without the key! Called the AA. "It's your alternator" he says as the engine stalls having been started on his box of tricks which it has now flattened. These modern cars use an electric power steering pump instead of mechanical and so everything - including the diesel injector pump- runs off the battery. I suggest we take it in to the dealer next day because I may get a courtesy car. "This is Inverness you are talking about." he says. Well I phone Monday and organise it and they will get it fixed next day while we are visiting Inverness. We arrive and they offer a courtesy car! They can't do enough to help and it's annoying. They check the battery and it needs a new one and we have them fit a new tyre at a very competitive price. The car is ready early - washed! They really can't do enough to help and it is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was due for service and MOT the day we got back - at the main dealer. They again did an excellent job (as always) and couldn't do enough to help (again) and again it was annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask, do I find it annoying? Well SAAB dealerships do a job like no other dealership I have ever known. I love driving my SAAB and she returns excellent economy. All this means it becomes almost impossible to consider driving any other make of car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6700591596714592101?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6700591596714592101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6700591596714592101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6700591596714592101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-holidays.html' title='Back from holidays'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-7608611496192015874</id><published>2009-08-10T13:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:42:15.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>Aladdin's cave!</title><content type='html'>I went to collect some of that wood I spoke about from a generous freegler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there I thought I had died and gone to heaven! There was so much! and it had been removed quite carefully so it was mostly reusable.  The gentleman asked me if I had a wood burning stove. That sounded like real herecy! That anyone would burn material as good as that appalled me. I immediately saw projects I can now complete with it and on getting home Wifey carried on adding to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been told the previous night in an email that I was to share it with another freegler, on a first come first served basis. Wifey and I agreed that I should do some drastic reorganising of the day and try to be the first!  Greedy? Possibly, but I think that is fair. As I packed the car I kept looking back at what was left and asking myself "Would I be happy to pick up what's left?". I tried to be honest and leave when I could still say "Yes". I don't know if I was being honest with myself though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First project on getting home though was?  Finding enough space to store it all! A nice problem to have. Thanks again to the generous freegler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Mole)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-7608611496192015874?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/7608611496192015874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/aladdins-cave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7608611496192015874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/7608611496192015874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/aladdins-cave.html' title='Aladdin&apos;s cave!'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2394890941691128451</id><published>2009-08-09T20:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:43:16.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>Tired? Who's tired?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday got just 3 and 1/2 hours sleep. Not dancing the night away and not had a drink in 3 or 4 weeks. Wifey was watching TV and I was doing work on web sites. Both these sites I am trying something new for me on so it is a labour of love more than anything. Anyway finally got to bed about 3 and woke up - as is my wont - at 6:30. Went to bed about 12:30 last night and up late this morning - 6:40. I cut grass both back and front and then set about working on SOC's little purple house. Build her a bench with removable seat to make a storage box as well and a table that is hinged to the wall.  The table was frustrating and not quite finished as I wait for the glue to dry now. Getting the locking catch into JUST the right place proved to be a lot of trial and error and that leads to frustration and frustration leads to tiredness - and I am TIRED! The entire thing has been done from wood that has lived at least one life already - which is how I like it as it adds to the challenge. A kind freegler has offered me a load of pine of which I can take my pick and I plan on going there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now intend relaxing and getting back into web work, but I may just facebook first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2394890941691128451?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2394890941691128451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-whos-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2394890941691128451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2394890941691128451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired-whos-tired.html' title='Tired? Who&apos;s tired?'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-5367060325015022402</id><published>2009-08-03T22:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:38:24.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whining..</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year when insurance come due. Car, house and car breakdown cover. I hate it because it is always hard work!  Yes you can just tick the box and say "I'll pay your ridiculous demand" but I won't do that. So it's off to the PC and go through the price comparison sites and find what price you can get. Then email the incumbent telling them you want to cancel and giving them your phone number so they can make a counter proposal. On house insurance this year I got a 40% discount to retain the business. On Breakdown cover I saved £80 - partly because new customers can get big first years savings that regular customers, unfairly, cannot get. On car insurance to my amazement I could only save £8 but hey, that's more than a bar of chocolate! Why can't they come clean with their best offer FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I getting old that these things annoy me now?  Anyone saying yes gets to make their own tea and NO breakfast in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-5367060325015022402?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/5367060325015022402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/whining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5367060325015022402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/5367060325015022402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/whining.html' title='Whining..'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6687660595533764480</id><published>2009-08-03T14:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:11:27.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Badge of Courage - Stephen Crane</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed this book, just not sure why. Not really sure what it was about. War? Self discovery? Just a story? I wouldn't reread this though, which is unusual for me when I enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6687660595533764480?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6687660595533764480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-badg-of-courage-stephen-crane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6687660595533764480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6687660595533764480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-badg-of-courage-stephen-crane.html' title='Red Badge of Courage - Stephen Crane'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8601201274909148422</id><published>2009-08-03T13:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:44:11.221+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been busy.  A freegler gave me a bracket to mount a monitor on the wall and I fitted it to free up some desk space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some curtain poles from another freegler and I have been fitting some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cut the grass both back and front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neighbour had trouble with her set top box and asked if I could help.  I did and got from ebay a replacement control so that is now fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fridge door wouldn't close and I happened to find the bit to fix it (at 1 o'clock in the morning) (a) in the stuff from the freegler with the bracket and (b) from the bottom of a toolbox in bits from scrap yards from when I was a pup. PLUS I went training (see &lt;a href="http://www.derbysmee.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.derbysmee.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;).  Can't not go training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also planted out some broccoli and moved the compost bins around a bit. The compost bins are mostly full of horse manure in readiness for putting on he garden when it is aged enough, but they are also going through the garden refuse quite quickly.  The weather has been kind to the slugs, which has renewed the challenge to beat them again. You then have to sweep their remains off the paths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8601201274909148422?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8601201274909148422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8601201274909148422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8601201274909148422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2652429141255397504</id><published>2009-07-28T18:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:51:30.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays are here</title><content type='html'>SOC has finished school for the summer and for a while we must adjust. She is spending a lot of time doing stuff with friends - dance lessons, cinema, visiting their houses, having them over etc. Last night was a pony club night and she jumped on a new pony for the first time! I think she grew 3 inches in the hour and a half!  Max still seems to be favourite but he has competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We holiday in the UK. It's what God wants! Let me explain...  when FOC was 10 months old we went to France, by ferry, and a force 10 wind was blowing.  It was one of the longer crossings and the entire crew were doing the tummy chuck let alone the passengers. The noise of the air trapped against the ship's plates was horrendous and the trip was less than pleasant. We spent 2 glorious weeks in Brittany and coming back..... a force 9 was blowing. Tell me that wasn't a sign. Later I had to fly to Edinburgh on business (why we couldn't drive I don't know) and a frequent flyer I was flying with said it was the worst weather he had experienced in a plane. Tell me I'm wrong now! Well FOC is holidaying in the US. First in Vegas and then LA and going to the grand canyon. She was to fly at midday yesterday and didn't because the engine wasn't right. I got a text saying 'we are delayed with an engine problem and a mechanic is smacking the engine now - about an hour late'. That became an hour and a half and they would miss the connecting flight. It then became that they would get a new plane (I breathed a sigh of relief) and be about 5 hours late.  This morning I got an email:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It took some doing! Our flight finally left at 8.30 uk time landed at lax&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10.40pm local time. Then immigration and luggage (which fortunately had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;transferred planes with us) Trekked across the airport to the terminal for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;domestics to find that there were no flights until 6am, and we couldn't buy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a ticket until the desk opened for checkin for that flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So first phoned vegas hotel to explain we would be late and please don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;give our room away, finding the number took some doing (website is flash and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the Iphone doesn't support flash) then called dollar car rental to sort a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;car, got shuttle from lax to their depot, got car about 1am driven straight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;through. Now really really on wrong time zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Slept on plane in uk night, driven through US night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyway we are here, going to get some sleep and then get up for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That is mostly unedited and she does avoid this 'text speak' when texting and emailing me or wifey which we appreciate. However at times like this I get to more understand why we don't holiday outside the UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do love the UK and all it has to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2652429141255397504?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2652429141255397504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/holidays-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2652429141255397504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2652429141255397504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/holidays-are-here.html' title='The holidays are here'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-6121308276834349337</id><published>2009-07-21T07:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:45:01.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>Things to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SmViT5ibgTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/s5GH79_Do5M/s1600-h/Morris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SmViT5ibgTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/s5GH79_Do5M/s320/Morris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360799025456709938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been down to see one of the projects I have been helping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look beautiful?  She has a long way to go to being finished, but she is a drop sided 1959 Morris.  We are short of boarding to finish the sides and tail but a friendly freegler believes he may have some to help so we are keeing our fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop, at the moment, is just stuff in the middle of the floor and it really needs a way to get things in order, so we are trying a few friendly freeglers to get old kitchen units, that normally go in landfill or on bonfires, to get work surfaces and proper storage places to get it workable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SmVkFd6ApwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hh0XMaEaNgY/s1600-h/DSCF2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SmVkFd6ApwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hh0XMaEaNgY/s320/DSCF2961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360800976544507650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another project is SOC's playhouse.  She got it when she was about 5 for her birthday and we kitted it out for her. That was about 7 years ago and her tastes have moved on a bit! It was painted green (for the grasss and ground) and Blue (for the sky) and she had added birds, sheep and stuff. Well now she wants it purple. Roof, walls and floor!  Ok but when you are in there you forget which way up you are!  The old table and chair went to a freegler who posted a wanted for their one and a half year old the day after we decided to finish with them - that is coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-6121308276834349337?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/6121308276834349337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6121308276834349337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/6121308276834349337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SmViT5ibgTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/s5GH79_Do5M/s72-c/Morris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1069914133188364854</id><published>2009-07-18T23:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:22:39.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back!</title><content type='html'>She came back from camp having thoroughly enjoyed it. Being away from home with her mates was what really scored the points and I think we all new that, including school who organised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey had breakfast in bed when SOC wasn't at home and she had breakfast in bed (hereinafter referred to as BiB) again today.  She will have BiB again tomorrow.  SOC has 3 more days at school before the long summer hols and after that I expect wifey will have BiB for 6 weeks! Why do I do it? Oh I remember now - it was something to do with that vicar 31 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC rode Max in the riding school today and she did well (my opinion at least). I find this upsetting because..  I have ridden 5 times now: 2 half hour lessons 1 on Polo and 1 on Max (Polo is no longer in the school), once on a pony trek on holiday (what a trek that was!) and once on a 'hack' from the riding school and that was on Max.  Max is a lovely animal and if I go in the school again at anytime then it will be with SOC and she will get Max and I will be burdened with a lesser steed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOC is off to USA a week tomorrow for her 30th birthday. She seems to have a problem with this, which is a bit sad.  She's going to Las Vegas and the grand canyon and stuff.  She likes swimming with dolphins so I must google to see how many dolphins there are in the grand canyon. Wifey is concerned lest FOC returns with swine flu (what a terrible name). The thing I find amusing is her companies attitude towards swine flu. For a week after their return they cannot go within a meter of anyone else, masks must be worn on public transport, 4 day isolation if they've been on a plane and no handshaking anymore.  What the rules are about more intimate contact I don't know but her partner works in the IT secion of the company!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1069914133188364854?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1069914133188364854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1069914133188364854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1069914133188364854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back!'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8761541427070254703</id><published>2009-07-15T08:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:57:58.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Away</title><content type='html'>SOC is going on camp today. She's 12 and has stayed away from home about 5 times.  The first 2 times were for PGL (Parents Go, Leave us apparently). They were 2 nights away and the whole school year went (WOW like 13 kids!) and they had an 'adventure' break. Travel Friday morning, activities Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday morning. She was a bit homesick when the lights went out (they all were) but they stuck together and helped each other through. No-one helped us through it though. She's had a couple of 'sleep-overs' and been happy as Larry with relatively little 'sleep' - obviously a misnomer! This time it's one night in a tent and activities today and tomorrow before returning. Sharing a tent with 6 best friends. It doesn't seem to get easier for us though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum, don't brood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8761541427070254703?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8761541427070254703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8761541427070254703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8761541427070254703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-away.html' title='Going Away'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8928057299507244096</id><published>2009-07-10T11:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:07:31.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A changeable week</title><content type='html'>The weather has been anything but settled and as a result I have done a variety of things this week. Been working on my 'fedora' PC.  It appears as user friendly as a cornered rat, but then it's what you get used to.  It's working, it's stable and now I want to Samba working on it.  Seem to have an IP issue with the laptop though. Fix those another day though because the weather brightened and went out and had another go at fixing those clippers of the in-laws. Ended up making a part from an old biscuit tin lid. Not very scientific, but I cannot abide trying to find parts and then having to wait for them to arrive - if you find them. Seems to work fine and this weekend I will do his front hedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been walking a couple of times too and that was nice. The birds in full song and the bees, counted 3 on one plant so it may be a good year for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally put the paddling pool away - it was green from having had water in too long.  The grass under it isn't green though! Give it a week and it should be right as ninepence. My dad always said that, but what is right about ninepence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing some webwork as well as everything else and watching the tour.  The Tour - and what it tour it is proving to be. Armstrong?  I say no.  I said that last he won though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8928057299507244096?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8928057299507244096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/changeable-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8928057299507244096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8928057299507244096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/changeable-week.html' title='A changeable week'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-4567921617871124133</id><published>2009-07-05T10:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:45:35.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>Finished Reading</title><content type='html'>Just finished Only Human by Tom Holt.  An excellent read - although I am not sure I understood it all. I will re read it later - it was that good - and get to understand the bits that are a bit vague at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up 'red badge of courage' by Stephen Crane yesterday from freegle. I thought we read it at school - we were cerainly given a copy at some point - but I have never read it before.  Really looking forward to it and I hope I am not disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-4567921617871124133?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/4567921617871124133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/finished-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4567921617871124133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4567921617871124133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/finished-reading.html' title='Finished Reading'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-4684291196487560436</id><published>2009-07-03T17:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:05:37.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather</title><content type='html'>One thing I am always amazed at is the English's capacity to moan at the weather. It's too hot, it's too cold - it's never right. It's not like moaning about it will change it and it's not like the weather is new.  We have had weather as long as I remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been up and down and while, at times I have been uncomfortable with it I have found a way to cope and compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do the garden furniture and got started but had to give up, knowing that the sunshine would help the vegetables even though I may have to water them by can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it has rained so I still can't do it, but I have done some work on the ethical stores site and rejoiced in the fact that today I don't need to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Life is not fair.  If it was then you would deserve what you get, so rejoice in it's not fairness&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/5336651566166769103-4684291196487560436?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/4684291196487560436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4684291196487560436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4684291196487560436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather.html' title='The weather'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2484843748712615394</id><published>2009-06-30T16:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:30:23.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't make em like they used to</title><content type='html'>Went to see the in-laws this weekend and he asked me if I could do a job for him.&lt;br /&gt;"Would you cut my leylandi please?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, no problem - which one?" says I looking in the direction of the leylandi and wondering why he didn't want them all cutting.&lt;br /&gt;"The one down by Carol's"&lt;br /&gt;I look, I look again and look again.&lt;br /&gt;"What Leylandi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry isn't it a Leylandi? The yew then"&lt;br /&gt;I wander down, believing I know what a yew looks like. Spousey is gathering gooseberries (she's made some LOVELY marmalade and chutney with them!)&lt;br /&gt;"Where's this yew he wants cutting?"&lt;br /&gt;"What yew?" she says looking round.&lt;br /&gt;I  go back to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mean the beech hedge?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aye, that'll be it"&lt;br /&gt;DOH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I start cutting it and the trimmers jam. &lt;br /&gt;"They keep doing that" says he.&lt;br /&gt;Can I clear the jam? Can I 'eck as like!&lt;br /&gt;"Have you tried hitting them on the floor?"&lt;br /&gt;So that's why the cutter is bent! I start taking them to bits expecting to clear the jam with loosening it all off but it won't play, so after training Sunday (Or should that be TRAINing?) I stripped them right down, removed the 'bit' that was floating around and Voila!  they work again. I have cut my leylandi with them (and it was leylandi!) and they work fine.  Sometimes I surprise myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TRAINing went very well with a society from Bradford visiting and bringing a couple of engines. There were some youngsters (11-14 year olds)  amongst them and they spent a lot of time with their eclectric 'diesel' shunting and when the engine 'failed' they set about fixing it themselves. I was well impressed. It's good to see young blood take an interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2484843748712615394?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2484843748712615394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-dont-make-em-like-they-used-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2484843748712615394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2484843748712615394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-dont-make-em-like-they-used-to.html' title='They don&apos;t make em like they used to'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1482198910893931153</id><published>2009-06-26T07:05:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:46:23.523+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>Nearly a week gone by..</title><content type='html'>And it's been a busy week. Not done a great deal in the garden, although we have cleared some London Pride to fellow freeglers and the alderman peas have needed tying up again.  They can grow to 5 feet and they now stand about 6 feet and climbing. I have also been looking at the shop for the ethical store and am pleased the way that is looking, although there is more work than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a frustrating month in some ways.  With SOC's birthday, Holidays, Father's day and gymkhanas I haven't been to see the trains and I am starting to get withdrawal symptoms. You can see some of the trains at &lt;a href="http://www.derbysmee.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.derbysmee.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One positive this week though is that I can now get in my garage! - I have been tidying it up so I can start some of the projects I keep thinking about - including that clock! Still looking out for hardwood offcuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SkUwUnRi-lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kjHFavM0mVA/s1600-h/DSCF2702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SkUwUnRi-lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kjHFavM0mVA/s320/DSCF2702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351736862897797714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All This gym work seems to be paying off though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1482198910893931153?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1482198910893931153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/nearly-week-gone-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1482198910893931153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1482198910893931153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/nearly-week-gone-by.html' title='Nearly a week gone by..'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SkUwUnRi-lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kjHFavM0mVA/s72-c/DSCF2702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-568088640922053928</id><published>2009-06-21T21:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:02:06.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend</title><content type='html'>Been a fun weekend SOC went riding Saturday and then in a pony club gymkhana on Sunday. Sunday was also Father's day of course so got some grief from FOC for not being at home when she wanted to come round. Hey ho - kids! Well Saturday we went to see the in-laws and I had a couple of jobs to do. Job one was straight forward - re lay a couple of slabs. Second job was to replace a fascia panel on his conservatory that had rotted through. I started this this job to find the board below the fascia also needed replacing so the job doubled. I then found the guttering was not properly secured. The gutters were blocked. He want the moss scraping off the corrugated plastic roof and passed me a collapsing rake that only wanted to collapse, so I had to fix that. Got to clearing the roof and called down, "Have you applied a patch to this roof?" - "No" - "Well there's a piece of corrugated plastic floating loose - are you sure you haven't patched it?" - "Yes I have" - Doh! So next I had to go up and patch the roof again. And so the catalogue went on. Fun in deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said the wife said I was becoming a Victor Meldrew..  Guess what I got for Father's day - a One Foot In The Grave Book! About the making really so it could be quite good. SOC got me a Dangerous Book For Boys - Things To Do! Now I can make a tree house. Well I have made one already and will later add a piccie, in fact must put up some of the things I've made in a photo album maybe? FOC got me 'The Italian Job 40th anniversay edition" but the crowning glory has to be The Railwayman's Diesel Manual. It looks like being really good reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When FOC came over to see me she showed me a bleb on one of her tyres. I could not believe she was running on it! Dad, well what are dad's for?, then set about changing it.  She passed the wrench while I jacked the up and she found the locking wheel nut. My word the nuts were tight! I had to jump on the wrench to shift them and I had flashbacks to kick starting my Norton Commando 35 years ago! Got them undone and the car jacked and the wheel wouldn't move. I was struggling to breathe and it was beginning to look like a job for the RAC but I went to get a persuaderometer from the garage. A 22lb sledge hammer - tapped the wheel a couple of times and off it came. Time to put the spare on and she produces this 'thing' - A mint condition extending bar and sockets! "Why didn't you find this sooner?" - "Would it have made things easier?" - "Where did you get it?" - "HE was throwing it out and it was shiny so I thought I would have it" - HELP me PLEASE! Job complete - advice on replacement given and superman flies off into the distance. Well to some carrot cake and low fat cheese with icing sugar! - Don't knock it if you've not tried it - it was beautiful and thanks wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-568088640922053928?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/568088640922053928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/568088640922053928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/568088640922053928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-weekend.html' title='Another weekend'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-4082687036729257688</id><published>2009-06-18T21:53:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:21:04.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>City Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqstZ6k0pI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MLzPOiTCtU/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqstZ6k0pI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MLzPOiTCtU/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348777403506545298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went into Derby today. Derby is a 'pretty' little city but the architecture varies from some very early buildings that house or once housed some very 'reliable' institutions to some very modern buildings that, to put it politely, not many people understand. While walking into the city today I was struck by the geese beside the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqqbKEWLXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6UCBfp9K79o/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqqbKEWLXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6UCBfp9K79o/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348774890991660402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of geese was far more than we normally see and there was a bit of variety amongst them. I am not an expert but I believe that we see a couple of pink footed geese amongst the canada geese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqqbPJdE6I/AAAAAAAAACE/dnAZKolUwEk/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqqbPJdE6I/AAAAAAAAACE/dnAZKolUwEk/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348774892355261346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also saw quite a number of goslings with some of them looking oddly marked. Something that struck us about the goslings was that they seemed to being looked after by the rest of the flock and not just their own mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqqbR_P0FI/AAAAAAAAACM/gXorMpMe6tE/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqqbR_P0FI/AAAAAAAAACM/gXorMpMe6tE/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348774893117755474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although this little fellow is odder still and I believe it is with the white goose, which I also believe, is an escaped domestic goose. I do need to apologise for these photos though as they were from my mobile which is only VGA compatible. But it is nice to get some image when you hadn't expected to want a camera at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjquRZ-kTJI/AAAAAAAAACc/dhCXK5i3ZNk/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjquRZ-kTJI/AAAAAAAAACc/dhCXK5i3ZNk/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348779121510206610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although you cannot help but love these little fellows.  They were being used to raise money for disabled children although I totally fail to see the relevance. SOC loved this and without the camera she wouldn't have seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-4082687036729257688?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/4082687036729257688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/city-centre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4082687036729257688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/4082687036729257688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/city-centre.html' title='City Centre'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjqstZ6k0pI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MLzPOiTCtU/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8215636504175961539</id><published>2009-06-17T18:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:56:55.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>Less exciting times...</title><content type='html'>One of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started dull, became duller and ended up remarkably dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became necessary to 'shop'.  I am a normal healthy male and as such have a natural allergy to shopping. It takes a lot of time to drag me around the store so we don't get to the wood on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then need time to recover and eat.  When all this falls on a gym day, there is not a lot of time before I have to go to gym. Sounds like a chore, but I do sort of enjoy it while, at the same time, recognise the beneficial effect on the cardiovascular system and cholesterol levels. They say it releases endorphins but I feel that to see a continued improvement in anything we do gives a good feeling of reward.  Couldn't face the intended 6.5k today so tried another program and on the mill wound up the speed to 11kph, a .5% (not much but it is &gt;0) incline and 15 minutes. It did truly feel good to finish the exercise.  The graphs showed a much more intense activity program and I think I did enjoy it more.  I am going to work on this type of program for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we need to go and pick up the last holiday photos and do some 'town' shopping.  Although we have digital cameras, our hearts are still in 35mm.  Unfortunately the cost of processing has doubled in the last year and digital does have the advantage of you can publish the pictures immediately and we recognise that one day we have to commit to a change over.  We still have huge stack of vinyl that we won't part with!  We never did eight track though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished 'The Portable Door' and true to form it was a very good read.  I started reading Tom Holt when in hospital with the heart attack.  One of the nurses saw I was reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld books and recommended it and brought me 'Ye Gods!' to read. I was released into the community before I had finished it so had to leave it behind, but my friends at work bought me a gift voucher for an online book shop so I could shop from the comfort of my home (I was under house arrest for the first 3 or 4 weeks) and so I bought a copy to finish it. I have decided to read another Holt - 'Only Human' which is part of a batch of books I was given by a &lt;a href="http://www.freecycle.org/groups/unitedkingdom/"&gt;freegler&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8215636504175961539?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8215636504175961539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/less-exciting-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8215636504175961539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8215636504175961539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/less-exciting-times.html' title='Less exciting times...'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2317448094789887240</id><published>2009-06-15T21:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:42:16.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What was all the fuss.....</title><content type='html'>We did Pony Club today and at 17:55 the lightning and thunder started (Why do people say Thunder and Lightning?  The lightning comes first because of the relative speeds. It's even first alphabetically.  Why then?) and they all retreated to the cabin and did indoor stuff.  They did a rising trot (apparently) by hopping round the cabin like bunnies. Then they did 'putting a tail bandage on'.  SOC was key to this as she is the only one with hair long enough to be a ponies tail and they couldn't get Enoch in the cabin. Nett effect? All our efforts for a body protector in time for today were unnecessary.  Is there a complaint box for God somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the wood again today (and forgot to take the camera - sorry) but half way there it tried to rain. In T-shirts we carried on and under the leafy canopy we kept dry. By the time we left the wood the rain had given up and we were back to brilliant sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym and tried my 6.5k but I chickened out at 6.3. I might have been able to continue but I decided it was still a personal best and I would call it a day.  See what Wednesday brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for SOC this eveing I all but finished 'The Chapel at the Edge of the World'. It's a shame but I won't be marking it high at all. It's not actually in print yet as I have an uncorrected proof so that I can review it before publication. I have read a few like that recently and while it is a privilege it is also a gamble that you end up with a book you don't like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2317448094789887240?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2317448094789887240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-all-fuss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2317448094789887240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2317448094789887240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-all-fuss.html' title='What was all the fuss.....'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1550301483426778394</id><published>2009-06-14T22:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:57:32.085+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>A Sunday....</title><content type='html'>It has been a day dominated by the body protector.  We tried to several saddleries and tried on several but still no proper fit. We were giving up hope when at the 12th hour a Freegler contacted us and they have gifted one. It passes the test here at home and now we must wait and see what the instructor has to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally given the last of our flowers (or 'weeds' as we think of them)  away. Been a lovely warm day and bright.  Got some reading done while waiting for the family to get ready and so we have had a generally relaxing day, despite the many miles travelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1550301483426778394?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1550301483426778394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1550301483426778394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1550301483426778394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday.html' title='A Sunday....'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1859385400801990562</id><published>2009-06-13T06:25:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:58:14.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>A weekend</title><content type='html'>Today starts duller than yesterday but dry for now which hopefully it will stay as this morning our second only child (SOC) has a riding lesson, which she enjoys immensely.  She loves Enoch, though lately she has ridden Benny who is slower, more independently minded and difficult than just about any pony in the stable. He does make it more of a challenge and when she rides him her improvements are more noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjM_E1W8HfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yU4CGrSeYkc/s1600-h/SOCbenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjM_E1W8HfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yU4CGrSeYkc/s320/SOCbenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686534894231026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SOC on Benny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjM_FOZpMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fdceLBq5MuI/s1600-h/SOCenoch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjM_FOZpMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fdceLBq5MuI/s320/SOCenoch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686541616460034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SOC on Enoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that we will go and see the in-laws. Since we married I saw little of my parents because my mother strained our marriage whenever she was around.  This straining was as much my difficulties with her as my wife's and so I visited them rarely out of my choice. It was difficult for me as I really had a much stronger bond with my father who was a fantastic father. My mother passed away about 21 years ago and my dad 12 years ago. The result of this the in-laws have been sort of replacement parents to me. As they get on we try to help them more without taking over their lives.  He is 89 and still mows his lawns once a week and he has a very large area of grass - about 4 times more than we have. They are also active gardeners but have an annoying practice of planting whole packets of seeds for the 2 of them.  That makes a LOT of cabbages. I enjoy it - and it's mean of me - when I can bring him over (I don't like him driving) and show him our successes when they are better than his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework will be the order of the day for SOC and she started maths last night. She asked for help and I showed her some answers to her homework which is based on year 9.  She is year 7 and very bright (don't tell her I said it). It's nice when I help her - not with the answers but in how to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise we expect some freegle visitors for plants and a quiet day - which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     ____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day turned out fine for the riding lesson and SOC handled Benny very well. He starts to realise that he is not always boss. Bad news though - in a way - there is to be jumping practice on Monday in Pony Club and she doesn't have a body protector. It's not essential but VERY highly desirable. Chased around 4 places trying to get one but they don't fit. She is an awkward size. Trying the friends on Freegle but it's a 1 in a million chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the in-laws and got back late because of the body protector and had to compromise on tea. I watch my cholesterol now - it used to be 6.7 but now it's 4. I keep fats as low as reasonable but watch my omega 3s, eat my fruit and such fats as I can I take as monounsaturates. Obviously I can't avoid saturates totally but I keep them as low as possible.  I don't like compromise - I don't suppose we are supposed to really. I will have to behave more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1859385400801990562?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1859385400801990562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1859385400801990562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1859385400801990562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='A weekend'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssENu9y0IoM/SjM_E1W8HfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yU4CGrSeYkc/s72-c/SOCbenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1491577488100271594</id><published>2009-06-12T13:34:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:58:52.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>A ramble</title><content type='html'>We went to the wood that is close to home this morning.  We went as a bit of light exercise mainly, but also to enjoy the wood itself.  It's not a particularly large wood and we generally walk around it twice.  Today it was absolutely beautiful.  The bluebells are done, but the bracken is now about shoulder height and the briers are getting stronger.  Being a very sunny day, dappled light was coming through the trees and it was truly magnificent.  I must remember to take a camera with me in future.  We left the main path and walked through the centre of the wood where it is was quieter and it truly was a magical woodland experience.  Having worked for the last 30 years, even my spare time has been eroded by work and I have missed so much, but this year I have watched the earth wake up after winter and I recommend it to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the gym today.  I go 3 times a week for aerobic exercise.  Before the heart attack I was running every day but getting nowhere.  After I was sent for cardiac rehab which involves gym work and after 4 years (nearly) I can now run 6k.  I have an ambition to run 10k. We went on holiday for a week and on getting back we had a manic week getting ready for our 12 year old (as is now) birthday so I had a fortnight out of the gym.  Before the break I was running 6k at 10.7kph.  After my third attempt in getting back to the gym, I managed 6k today but only at 10.5kph. It has come as a big surprise to me how quickly I have gone downhill - it can't be my age! Can it? Still next week should be able to try the 6.5k. The gym is a big thing for me now because after gym life is a lot more comfortable.  My dad died of emphysema and all too often my breathing makes me think of his suffering.  Not Pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lifted a whole host of Montbretia today as it starts to take over.  We have put them out on Freegle and are having a bit of a parade of people collecting.  I really hope they enjoy them as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a call today from a local ethical store - selling organic and locally produced food - with a view to helping them with an online shop.  They are a small outfit and it came as a surprise to them about how much it will cost for hosting and certification.  I have volunteered so come pretty well free, but they will need to put up some money every year - possibly around £150 but deals can be done. Hopefully they can bite the bullet and go with it - I think they could succeed as they even do free delivery locally on bikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1491577488100271594?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1491577488100271594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1491577488100271594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1491577488100271594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/ramble.html' title='A ramble'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-2470505808279647127</id><published>2009-06-11T22:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:08:40.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slugs and Snails and other 'Pests'</title><content type='html'>Since retiring I have taken on the snails and slugs with a renewed vigour. Each day I go around the garden with a couple of trowels on the lookout.  Any I find - and I apologise here because the next bit is not pretty - I destroy them. At first I was getting rid of 50-60 a day!  We had a BIG problem with them. Now I only get 10-15 which is a big improvement and also the veggies are suffering much less damage so something is working. I prefer to avoid chemicals but at first the quantity was such that I set up a bucket of salt water and condemned them to the bucket which I kept  adding to for 5 or 6 weeks before pouring the contents onto the compost heap. They are now part of the compost of life. Poetic? There is no nice way to deal with them and if you deter them, then when you let your defences down they come at you in greater numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a number of years my wife has blamed all the veggie damage on the slugs and I have always said that some is just bad press.  I am not sticking up for them! However this year I have cut up 2 litre pop bottles and made sleeves to start all the brassicas in and the difference has been fantastic - we have hardly lost one. It was the birds all along.  I want the birds in the garden as they will take many insects, but I need to protect each individual plant that would otherwise be vulnerable. We have a cat - well most of a cat. Pud has no tail after a car accident as a pup and he lost other bits as well at the hands of the vet who said it would keep him off the road.  The vet also said it would make him fat and lazy.  How right he was! Pud sleeps on the grass while the blackbirds come within six feet - singing and he sleeps on! He counts among the pests and I have to put twigs across newly dug areas - well he's too lazy to dig for himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-2470505808279647127?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/2470505808279647127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/slugs-and-snails-and-other-pests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2470505808279647127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/2470505808279647127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/slugs-and-snails-and-other-pests.html' title='Slugs and Snails and other &apos;Pests&apos;'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-1104256595146055003</id><published>2009-06-11T21:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:59:35.027+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freegle'/><title type='text'>The 3 'R's</title><content type='html'>Some years ago, when first born was little, I had a nightmare that I remember to this day. In it, due to something happening today, the world was spoiled and changed so first born would not be able to enjoy life as we had.  I was affected for days after and it still rings with me today.  Because of this I really believe in the 3 'R's  - Recycle, Reduce and Reuse. I take things a little too far sometimes maybe and it could come over as meanness - but if you do something you should commit whole heartedly to it! First born is now 29 and we have a second only child who is 12 and I believe in the 3 'R's as much, if not more, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reduce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep our consumption to the minimum and are always looking at ways to cut down whether it is energy, packaging or whatever. We always shop with a shopping list and plan our meals reasonably in front. Food is rarely thrown away and meals that are not planned are driven around what we should be using up next.  We had a glut of broccoli recently and were having broccoli with everything - stirfry, curry, roasted vegetables, soups - I got to dread that it would show up at breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Recycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We religiously recycle everything through the collections available as well as send old books to the &lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/"&gt;'Book Crossing'&lt;/a&gt;. We also look at anything we have finished with and may choose to offer it through '&lt;a href="http://www.freecycle.org/groups/unitedkingdom/"&gt;Freegle'&lt;/a&gt;.  If it doesn't go one of those ways it may make it's way to Oxfam. Today we are 'freecycling' plants that grow freely in our garden as weeds in the veg patch - and they are VERY popular. We have 3 compost bins and all kitchen waste goes into them as well as garden waste.  A local riding school has a problem with manure and I do them a favour in taking some away, but only when my daughter is riding as it doesn't make sense to make a special trip to collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have always hated is throwing things out, so they will often find their way into the garage and later re-emerge as something new.  I currently have plans (both literally and metaphorically) to build a wooden clock movement and if I can avoid buying new wood for it then I will - Anyone got some hardwood offcuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had any training in woodwork but enjoy doing it and making a mess of it.  For my daughters I have built many things ranging from toy box/benches to doll's houses and throughout I have always tried to reuse materials - not always succeeded but tried.  That age old phrase ' I've made the bed'? Well our second daughter would not choose a new bed when moving into her sister's old room after she had been at uni for nearly 3 years and insisted she wanted one like her old one that I had made for the box room using a cot mattress, so I made her bed for her from 90% reused material including an old door frame. I try to avoid the use of power tools and got, from my late father, a treadle scroll saw. I genuinely enjoy knowing that the mess I made is all mine and not the fault of some rampant machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my kids will treat the environment with the same respect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-1104256595146055003?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/1104256595146055003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-rs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1104256595146055003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/1104256595146055003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-rs.html' title='The 3 &apos;R&apos;s'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336651566166769103.post-8308633720659666732</id><published>2009-06-11T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:36:33.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A start......</title><content type='html'>Since retiring I have started to enjoy many of the things in life I have missed out on while working. Now I spend most of my time in the garden. Although I have 'tried' to be active in the garden during the last 30 years, I now find I can spend the time out there that I always dreamed of and the vegetable patch is a world of difference to our previous attempts. I may yet get a part time job, but it's difficult to see where I can find time! I am also doing DIY, a little web site work (on a voluntary basis), a little model making, helping a friend with his old lorries and riding miniature steam trains. I also 'do' the gym 3 times a week for aerobic fitness and we try to walk whenever time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose trying to blog here some of the many activities I get involved in now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336651566166769103-8308633720659666732?l=ramblingmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/feeds/8308633720659666732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8308633720659666732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336651566166769103/posts/default/8308633720659666732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingmole.blogspot.com/2009/06/start.html' title='A start......'/><author><name>The Mole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087495241495649718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr3YqFHGdzc/Tj8TUFwbyZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/me97WR1Od_k/s220/70525_620549492_4020048_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
