Was the main ingredient in my splendid pasta dish tonight which was joined by some yummy sun dried toms, and a whole load of other stuff that I wanted to throw in, and throw I did! Just finished clearing up. All this is rather irrelevant compared to the outbreak of flu sweeping through the world, according to the reliable British media. The spooky thing is that choriso sausage contains pork, and comes from a Spanish speaking county, just like the Mexican swine fever.
All this is to take my mind off the demise of my favourite football team.

Bluebell time
Every time I go
after we've lost all the snow
The old wood
Turns blue which could
Be the best Norfolk vision I know

Blickling Hall

looking particularly grand
in the April sunshine

Well this is a first
Writing on the train
because I'm delayed,
just outside Colchester
so far, been sat here for 2 hours
would have been quicker
if I'd walked!
Looking on the positive side
my fantastic Fujitsu Laptop
has 5 hours of battery
so it is still going strong!
And I've also listened to
three new albums
I popped on my iPod
last night.
And I read about 200 emails.
But I am beginning to feel a little fed up now!


One who is rather
mean with his or her
money, they like to hoard it.

Apparently the
same route of the word
misearable - don't you know.

Much better to give
out to those in need
then the miser is happy.

Today it was very sunny
in Norwich
but in Cromer
the sun was definitely
not out to play.
To make up for it
the gauze
was looking and smelling
Very Yellow.
So much so that I thought
I was walking across a cliff
sprayed with
Hugo Boss.
The Norwich Boss
was however very
that the referee gave Ipswich
a very dodgy penalty.
I'll have more Saturdays
to go tho the beach
next season!

Busy Busy Bee
That's what I've been
Pay reviews completed
2009-10 budget, completed.
Garage - sorted
(although not really much done by me)
Trip to the tip completed
Pasta, cooked and eaten
Seen some rubbish British talent.
Watched a great film
about a bucket, just prior to being kicked
Now need to write my own list.
Tomorrow I will take
a day off. And
find a bee to picture myself.

Spring is here, at least in my back yard!

Skegness - a few snaps
But I didn't really go for the scenery:
Pier, Donkeys or Wind Turbines
of which there was
one, twelve and hundreds, respectively.

Waiting for Gandalf
Fantastic show
at the
Sir Mr Ian McKellen and
Not sir Mr Patrick Stewart
and Mr Simon Callow
what a cast eh!
and they were fantastic
Didn't understand a word of it though
although its meaning is
probably comes in its
Good old Godot.

Serious note
After yesterday's rather silly joke, thought it's about time I wrote something about me and what is going down. Well, are you sitting comfortably. I started the week. It started like any other, on a Monday (well technically Sunday). Then 24 with Jack didn't Sky Plus properly. Disaster. Then in the middle I went to London with the aim not to throw stones at big glass windows in support of the anti-progress thugs. I succeeded. In fact the only evidence of any thuggery was the police sirens in the distance and the pugeons dive boming me as I ate some lunch. I had 4 coffees on the trip, so was flying high. All week I have been watching the grass grow on my lawn - which is interesting because I had thought it was all moss. Fri was another National Express joy-trip to London. Particularly nice because on the way back I had two screaming kids with two adults, who looked like they were on their way back from from smashing windows. This week, also, I have responded to around 500 emails, worn 7 pairs of socks (a record maybe!), heard about over 1,000 colleagues loosing their jobs, met a chap I thought I'd seen the last of 4 years ago, watched 3 hrs 17 mins of my favourite movie....dances with wolves and had dinner with all of my favourite people. Today will top it off with a famous Norwich City victory over a Sheffield team who should only play mid week. Next week no doubt will be a wholly (different) week.

Lots of Agony Aunts, but no Uncles
hmmmm....I wonder why:

Dear Roger,
I hope you can help me. The other day, I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV. I hadn't driven more than a mile down the road when the engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help.
When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in our bedroom with the neighbour's daughter. I am 32, my husband is 34, and the neighbour's daughter is 22. We have been married for ten years.
When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted that they had been having an affair for the past six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him. He was made redundant six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. He won't go to counselling and I'm afraid I can't get through to him anymore.
Can you please help?
Sincerely, Sheila


Dear Sheila:
A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the vacuum pipes and hoses on the intake manifold and also check all grounding wires. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the injectors.
I hope this helps,

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