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[16 Apr 2008|03:13pm]
I'm listening to Duffy's album, "Rockferry". It's great, I really love it! Some folks say she's a bit like Sandie Shaw or Dusty Springfield and yes, I can see what they mean. There's a lovely 60's sound to it, I love it!

May I just say here and now that I hate, hate, HATE Scribbld's update form. If I try to update on IE the post button disappears unless I'd be happy to use only the default icon all the time. But in firefox, the type is tiny and minute. I can barely see it. C'mon guys, I'm 47 and my sight is none too clever at the best of times. I tried making the type bigger, but it resizes everthing except the type in the edit box. *sigh* So, I'm having to write in IE and then cut and paste over to Firefox, just so I can actually, y'know, see what I'm actually writing. I tried sending in a support ticket about it but it seems like the attitude is meh, that's IE for you. NO, that's Firefox for you. It's crap, I hate it and I resent having to do this just because no one can be bothered to do anything about it. Granted, it's not the most important thing in the world. But it just makes updating that bit more awkward. I swear, I may just give up updating here all together and stick with LJ. Which makes me look stupid, given that I paid for this.

Anyway, I was going to update more, but I'm just too pissed off.
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big sky [08 Apr 2008|11:33pm]
Listening to Runrig's "In Search of Angels" at the moment. I love that album, it's almost better than "Proterra". Yesterday, I listened to the four Alan Parsons Project albums that I bought on saturday. Now that was nice. I went into Andy's Records in Aber with Himself and the old bloke (Himself, not Andy, though yes, he's the same age as we are) didn't even flinch when I spotted four albums I wanted to buy. The APP are reissuing their back catalogue with extra tracks.

I took Salem out of the cage for a cutch on my lap for a couple of hours this afternoon. So I had to sit and watch the last halfhour of a Perry Mason episode, the Channel 5 news, Neighbours and the Simpsons. I didn't mind! Salem was dreaming, his legs kept twitching. I think he was dreaming that his leg wasn't broken and all pinned together and he was climbing that dratted tree again. Well he can just confine himself to climbing trees in his dreams. I don't want to go through that again.

I took the bandage off his leg that Himself had put on. Salem keeps licking the bit of his leg where the pin is sticking out, and he's managed to rub the skin off. The vet said we should put a collar on him if he does that. But there isn't much room in the cage for Salem and a cage. And I don't want to do that to the little fella. So I put some ointment on him (pet kind, I don't use the kind that people use) and then a bit of crepe bandage to cover it. It seems to be working.

I chatted to L on the 'phone and it's nice to hear her sounding better. She was so low over the weekend, with Snookie having just died and I was worried. It was like school all over again. When she was young, our old cat Puddy died and L didn't tell anyone; not her friends, not the teachers. But one teacher knew that something was wrong and asked me about it. L tends to keep everything inside her; she's like her Dad like that. Neither of them are comfortable talking about Snooks. Whereas I like to talk about the recently departed as if they were still around. Because to me, they are. Whether it's Himself's Gran, who I loved, or a cat, I talk about them. I keep them there, right in front of me. But Himself and L prefer to bury them. *sigh* Sometimes it's hard being around those two, they are so alike.

Well, all for now. It's getting late and I'm tired.
nos da
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Hello again [08 Apr 2008|01:51pm]
[ music | Runrig Proterra ]

It's been a while. And though it's nice to read his posts, [info]jimmy is the only one on my flist who has writen anything too. So, if I'm to find a few more folks to add, I think I should show willing and post. Occasionally at least!

Update time then. My husband (known as Himself) is working near Newcastle now. He's been there a few weeks and as the company he's at are a bunch of numptys, he's looking for a new contract. My daughter (L) has moved out for a few months and is now working on Anglesey for the RSPB. I'm just the same as always.

Our family is minus one though, as our dear old cat, Snookie, died last thursday. He'd been deteriorating for over a year as he had feline aids. For a while, our vet thought he just had problems with his mouth, with tumours. But when he died, the vet realised that he had kidney failiure as well. As soon as John said that Snookie had aids, I knew he wouldn't have long left, but we hoped he'd have longer than he did. We miss him terribly. He's buried in the garden by the greenhouse, next to Bruce, who was a friend of his. It seems odd, to only have four cats. For a gentle old cushion of a cat, he has left a big hole in the family.

And spring is here, only just! We've had some snow and last night, hailstones. But the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are springing up all over the place. About time too.

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[10 Jan 2008|10:41pm]
I've been watching the new double series on ITV. It's okay, not too bad. Not great, but amusing. The idea is that there are two programmes. The first is "Moving Wallpaper" and is about a tv company making a soap. Then the second programme, shown straight afterwards, is the soap, "Echo Beach". It's set in a fictional Cornish town on the coast and has all the usual ingredients: teenagers bonking, families feuding, the sea and surfing, etc. A cross between "Home and Away" and "Eastenders", only with a few more smiles. Don't know if I'll stick to it, but it's funny enough for now.

I did think of buying a book while I was in town this morning. But I decided to go with one I've already bought but haven't read yet. So it's "The American Boy" by Andrew Taylor. I'm trying to read 50 books this year, you see and so far I've read one, "The Careful Use of Compliments" by Alexander McCall Smith. That's not counting children's books and annuals, I decided, so I won't count the 1963 "Cherry Ames" annual I got on tuesday. It was great though, two long Cherry Ames stories and some other stories about girl sleuths. I think I'm getting into that genre of girls' books now.
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Good afternoon! [09 Jan 2008|03:56pm]
Well, since I'm here, I think I had better make a first entry. Show willing and all that. Firstly, thank  you to [info]aussierose53for giving me a code to get me here. Once I got here, I decided I liked the place and upgraded to a paid account. Phew! 1,000 icons! So far I've only got 10 so I had better get weaving.

An introduction would be a good idea now. I'm 46 and very happily married, with a daughter who is 21. We have five cats, two hens and a goldfish, and are planning to get six more hens in the spring.  I live on the coast of west Wales, near Aberystwyth. I guess you could say that I'm a typical Piscean: emotional, butterfly-brain, mostly harmless.

I have lots of interests, have a look at my profile page and see if you share any. I welcome new folks on my flist of any age. I have a lot of other jounals if you're interested. They are:

LJ serennau (locked journal) pisces
InsaneJournal piscesgirl

There are others, but they are the ones I use the most. Well, I think that will do for a first post. I have to clean the goldfish's water now. Poor Ichabod, his tank is looking a tad cloudy.

Pryn da!
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