<?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-4726808655012479788</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:49.831Z</updated><title type='text'>Daisy's Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-4361039706007736252</id><published>2007-08-14T08:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:00:01.059Z</updated><title type='text'>Two Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098466284648628098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RsFkErPJf4I/AAAAAAAAAII/lJMkdkn0a_Y/s320/scrappyis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrappy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Song"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mix dog food in a stew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You pinch all the cat food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still "Love You". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My best friend "Doggy Boy" is Two today and he deserves the very best of "Happy Birthday's" it's possible to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems just amazing that he has only lived here for 4 little months, but it's a bit like having a baby....you wait and wait for it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrive&lt;/span&gt;, then it's brand new and 4 months down the line, you cant remember a time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; they weren't part of your life. (It's got to be said, the similarities don't end there....I remember feeding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clearing&lt;/span&gt; up baby poo too!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can I say about Mr. Scrappy that wont make him blush too much...( can dogs blush? I want to know!! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has learnt so much in the last few months. He's discovered the fun of swimming in the sea and "biting waves", of paddling in rivers and lakes, of walking "to heel" off the lead and sitting and staying when he's told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has realised that trips out in the car don't mean that you get abandoned, but that you have fun AND you come home too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has cultivated a healthy interest in allotment produce....eating it!! and "sunbathing" on the plot while others do the weeding rates pretty high on his favourite list too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. Scrappy has been my constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;companion&lt;/span&gt; on walks, jaunts and adventures. In my head he is the "Famous Five" Timmy I always wanted and that crook is just around the next corner waiting to be discovered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been worth every second of time spent helping him to learn how to enjoy his life and be a happy dog (worth it a million times) and the next year full of walks, trips and special conversations spread before me like the first page of a wonderful enchanted book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Happy Birthday" Mr. Scrappy....I'm so glad that you are my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/4726808655012479788-4361039706007736252?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4361039706007736252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=4361039706007736252' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/4361039706007736252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/4361039706007736252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-today.html' title='Two Today!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RsFkErPJf4I/AAAAAAAAAII/lJMkdkn0a_Y/s72-c/scrappyis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-4900592303117214824</id><published>2007-08-08T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:57:45.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Ohh Shucks You Guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096419784271691634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RroeyrPJf3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3KiBnmXA3f8/s320/nice+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The audience applaud as I stroll elegantly towards the stage, the silk of my dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sumptuously&lt;/span&gt; rustling with each step. Gracefully I mount the steps and onto the podium, turn to face you all and with eyes glistening I begin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart thank you....This is so very unexpected and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; deserve this award....really truly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please, I want to thank all the people who have made it possible for me to be here today accepting this prestigious award...My parents who have passed on their wonderful genes making me the person I am....My son, who provides me with the greatest reason to be making all my little items in the first place..."abject poverty"....and most importantly, all of you in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt;". The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; and best inspiration in the world.....Thank you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; never in my life ever been awarded anything that required any kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt;, I wanted to well and truly get my moneys worth!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously though friends, I am so flattered to be given this award by my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jullie&lt;/span&gt; and in keeping with the spirit of the rules am going to pass it on to 5 other fantastic people who I think most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; deserve a "Nice Award".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are my nominees and my reasons for choosing them;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amy from "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Inspirico&lt;/span&gt;"....Amy has got to be one of the kindest and most patient "Blog" friends I've met. Over the last few months, she has passed on words of encouragement , bailed me out and tolerated my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; lack of technical knowledge....Thank you Amy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maija&lt;/span&gt; from"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Maizgirlz&lt;/span&gt; Madness"....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Maija&lt;/span&gt; has got to have one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; smiles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; hearts. She is the only "Blog" friend I know who send a personal e-mail of thanks every time I comment on her site. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maija&lt;/span&gt;, you are so appreciated and so very much deserve this award darling....Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Maija&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My special Fairy Lady from "The Polka Dot Pixie"....(You see the wonders of blogging make names &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;!) Has never failed to encourage and "gee" me up with her "go for it girl" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;. She works so very hard, but still finds the time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; special messages for all her "friends"....Thank you "Special Fairy Lady".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenny from "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Allsorts&lt;/span&gt;"....Jenny's was the very first "Blog" I ever discovered (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even know what "Blogging" was!!) , and her wonderful fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; have continued to been a source of inspiration to me. (That girl just is so clever!!) Jenny has a good spirit and all though I know she's busy right now, I miss her. Come back soon Jenny dear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karen from "Artful Journeys"....Karen and I don't know each other, we have never even mailed each other(this must be remedied!) but, I have regularly borrowed, scrounged and pilfered from her truly amazing site and all with her blessing for Karen's site contains an enormous collection of images all free and available for any of us to use. For such a generous and kind soul....a "Nice Award" with my thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the true spirit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;, sharing and this award ladies, pass some "Nice"on the world needs it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-4900592303117214824?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/4900592303117214824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=4900592303117214824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/4900592303117214824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/4900592303117214824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/08/ohh-shucks-you-guys.html' title='Ohh Shucks You Guys!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RroeyrPJf3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3KiBnmXA3f8/s72-c/nice+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-6070327414127695271</id><published>2007-08-06T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:57:11.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrow Parade</title><content type='html'>For those of you out there in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blogland&lt;/span&gt;" who liked my allotment "Scarecrow" photo, some summer fun for you.&lt;br /&gt;Barking is a the closest village to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neeedham&lt;/span&gt; Market, the small market Town where I live here in the U.K. and the resident of "Barking" call themselves "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barkonians&lt;/span&gt;" which I think has a real quaint "Old English" sound to it.&lt;br /&gt;It is really a small little village (almost more like a Hamlet) with one street and all the houses (all 40 of them!!) in a row along the road and facing the "Green" with no Shops, no Post Office no "Pubs" just a Village Hall. Despite this (or perhaps because of it) the village has loads going on. Playgroups, W.I, Bowls Club, Over 60's, The Rambling Club, A Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bazaar&lt;/span&gt;, A Harvest Festival, A Summer Fete and this.... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt; "Scarecrow Week" competition.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the "Scarecrow" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;entry's&lt;/span&gt; are just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; amazing you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it... so I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' to show you...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095564231081295714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcUq7PJf2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/k18T1Y9ubfw/s320/scarecrow+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The official poster. It is taken very,very seriously and pretty much every household in the Village makes a "Scarecrow"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563848829206354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcUUrPJf1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LNpdhMkBvLk/s320/scarecrow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; ones I do so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like. They are great fun with a bit of a modern twist, but still made like the traditional "Scarecrow"!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563745749991234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcUOrPJf0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/A08V0EnXSkM/s320/scarecrow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; quite believe that this was a "Scarecrow" at first and when it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; moved for a while I had to go and check. It would have been just my luck if at that point he had turned around and said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563621195939634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcUHbPJfzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1FwHZhYvR6I/s320/scarecrow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;collapsible&lt;/span&gt; over 60's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Scarecrows&lt;/span&gt;"......I think the poor old thing would have fallen down if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been in a chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563505231822626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcUArPJfyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xJbYt6itD6c/s320/sarerow4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;" and some!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563384972738322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcT5rPJfxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/et0jQcVjWv0/s320/scarecrow5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A "Scarecrow" made by the resident Vet.... I'm not sure that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;want to&lt;/span&gt; know what she's doing to that sheep!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563277598555906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcTzbPJfwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wktTrd3cpTg/s320/scarecrow6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one just made me laugh.... It looked like a little dwarf with it's tiny little legs, but the detail to put the sawdust down as well is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563174519340786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcTtbPJfvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WdjIx9XHZnI/s320/scarecrow7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This jolly old fellow looked just about as traditional as a "Scarecrow" can be and being a big "Scarecrow" fan was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095563002720648930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcTjbPJfuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/awgLmiMuR2w/s320/scarecrow8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey, eat your heart out "Darcy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bussell&lt;/span&gt;" Just how super cool is this little lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095562878166597330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcTcLPJftI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t7mu4mtoBLs/s320/scarecrow9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Ladies of the W.I are famed for their hats. I think that "Queenie" looks just fab in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095562740727643842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcTULPJfsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PbwlCkYQDDo/s320/scarecrow10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A member of the "Barking Indoor Bowls Club" complete with her score board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095562620468559538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcTNLPJfrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/q-r_jgmpkzA/s320/scarecrow11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Once upon a time, this house used to be the site of one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Barking's&lt;/span&gt; 3 "Pubs". This "Old Boozer" is a tribute to "The Blackbird" and all who drank in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095562457259802274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcTDrPJfqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EFDvAmpNgkw/s320/scarecrow12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; about this little lady....I'd hazard a guess that perhaps she is the product of a local hairdresser....I've gotta say, boy does she freak me out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095562315525881490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcS7bPJfpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8sDQ22hMb_I/s320/scarecrow13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one looks as though she gave up on the way home from a boozy Garden Party. Damn I knew that I should have accepted that invitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095562195266797186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcS0bPJfoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DlG5mRkeA1M/s320/scarecrow14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This "Water Board" man is lucky not to have been lynched after all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mammoth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;flooding&lt;/span&gt; some bits of our country have just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095562087892614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcSuLPJfnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lyvQ49JsM18/s320/scarecrow15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; my dear Watson". To my knowledge Barking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have a resident detective, but it' a nice idea. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;psychologist&lt;/span&gt; could have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;analyzing&lt;/span&gt; the mind of the "Scarecrow" builder!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095561933273792098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcSlLPJfmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RzkHfz6rURc/s320/scarecrow16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how superb is that? I don't think that I've ever seen a "Scarecrow" dog before....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not one having a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;widdle&lt;/span&gt;"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095561765770067538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcSbbPJflI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vnq3FCBw7XI/s320/scarecrow17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm so glad that I'm not related to this old chap... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; it does rather remind me of someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095561602561310274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrcSR7PJfkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uI1RNybgZcU/s320/scarecrow18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"This Little Piggy Went To Market" I had to save this one 'till last just 'cause it made me laugh. It was made by the owners of the local "Pig Farm"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; manage to get good enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;piccys&lt;/span&gt; of all the "Scarecrows" (Like I said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; every house joins in with this) and I have no idea who won in the end...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think that it matters, they were all truly amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that you have enjoyed a small taste of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Bizarre&lt;/span&gt; British Entertainment"and I would love to know what you think and which "Scarecrow" you like best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; if enough of you register an interest we can have a "Scarecrow Swap".... If it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; been done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;. 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Now Ladies and Gentlemen, take your partners for the "General Excuses"!!!&lt;br /&gt;But, general excuses are all I have to offer to those in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt;" who drop in occasionally for a chat and have found me "long time absent".&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets see what are they...Oh yes. I've been working extra time at my real, out in the big wide world job...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, what else...Well, there's the swaps...more about those later and of course there's the "Mr.C and I share the computer" excuse... He gets home from work first and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; being nine tenths of the law an' all that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Basically&lt;/span&gt; it's been ages since I posted and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much to share with you....where to start!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been lucky enough to take part in 2 rather cool swaps and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; as I've said before I'm no great shakes in the camera department, I've tried to take some photos of the great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-wrapping ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Photos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; can no way express the excitement and anticipation of the very slow teasing away of the layer upon layer of tissue paper....I am going to have to rely on you to supply that yourself!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes....eyes closed, concentrate hard and imagine..................&lt;br /&gt;"The Bunny Swap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095521543401340274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrbt2LPJfXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0IHK61iwAf8/s320/bunny+swap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The parcel is delivered to the door by my chatty post man, who is almost as excited as Mr. Scrappy and I!! "You got a Birthday...Love" says he..."You got friends in the States"... "Not very '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eavy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Darlin&lt;/span&gt;', wot they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sendin&lt;/span&gt;' you... fresh air"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095521951423233410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrbuN7PJfYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Nd1NGA2D3K4/s320/bunny+swap2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We open the sticky tape and peer inside. Layers of crunchy white tissue and a printed envelope all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; to be explored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095522780351921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrbu-LPJfZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zqDvXixXftc/s320/bunny+swap3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It gets just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; exciting as we peel of the paper and start to explore inside...I should have taken a picture of Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Scrappy's&lt;/span&gt; face at this point... his "Be good doggy trainer" wold have been proud at the look of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;concentrated&lt;/span&gt; attention!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095523540561132962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RrbvqbPJfaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SP_Na5l1YkQ/s320/bunny+swap4.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; Dear Dawn sent me the sweetest of little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bunny's&lt;/span&gt; all daintily wrapped in the whitest, crispest most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;vintagest&lt;/span&gt; of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hanky&lt;/span&gt; Sachets" all crunchy white linen and embroidery....I was so enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;Bunny even had his own little book to read on the journey. Thank you again Dawn he is so very, very sweet, I just wish that my photo's did him better justice.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in a previous post that I was a late entry for a "Matchbox Swap"and I'm not sure that Natasha realised how "Life Changing" her swap was going to be!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was the luckiest person in the world to be paired up with another "late-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;commer&lt;/span&gt;" the most wonderful, cleverest, most perfect, Best Friend ever in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what Dear Darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jullie&lt;/span&gt; made me for my matchbox swap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095539539314310706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb-NrPJfjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gPefk_KURQE/s320/matchbox+swap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was at my "Big Wide World Work" when my chatty postman tried to deliver my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;JullieBox&lt;/span&gt;", so he had to leave one of those red "We tried to deliver..." cards and I had to wait 2 days before I had a day off to get to the post office to collect it....I just could hardly contain myself, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; exciting. I knew that it would be simply wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095538796284968482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb9ibPJfiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c4qkD1NixXk/s320/matchbox+swap2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Away with the tape and I am able to take my first glimpse of inside. Mr. Scrappy chose not to join in this time...a protest at it's very g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;irly&lt;/span&gt; and not "Dog treat" smell I think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095538315248631314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb9GbPJfhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5o-n3t4a78/s320/matchbox+swap3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at all those little parcels just crying out to be opened and that darling card....I was on the edge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;blubbing&lt;/span&gt; by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095537902931770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb8ubPJfgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oh0Eh7-3pSg/s320/matchbox+swap4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well what could any self respecting "Kindred Spirit" be expected to do at this point... I ask you? I just sat right down and had a good old fashioned grizzle. It was all so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; bottle contains messages all covered in love and fairy dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095536747585568242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="319" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb7rLPJffI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TT-ergEayAk/s320/matchbox+swap5.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;Just the most beautiful matchbox with a "D" for Daisy, and so jam packed full of the most precious and treasured things that I cant fit them all back inside again...how did you get them all in there in the first place J?&lt;br /&gt;I have some very special plans for all of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; goodies and I'm going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; selfish and keep every single bit all to myself... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; bear to part with any of them and I want them on display too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095536356743544290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb7UbPJfeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0p2Xy5JA4kU/s320/matchbox+swap6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just look, a crispy white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hanky&lt;/span&gt; sachet and the smell of this soap and drawer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;scenter&lt;/span&gt; can't begin to be described It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; amazing and only just this side of heaven. I keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; back for "just another sniff"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095534445483097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb5lLPJfcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vS7Jk1aBB2Q/s320/matchbox+swap8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now this was a complete bit of telepathy 'cos "Gollies" were probably one of the few things that J and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; discussed... but I do have rather a large "Golly" fetish, as big as Bears, Bunnies, Dolls and Vintage toys. I just love him,he's so precious and I want to carry him around with me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095534127655517618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb5SrPJfbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EBlvmi9gG5g/s320/matchbox+swap9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; taken this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; off since it arrived (apart from bath time!!) I think that it has become a sort of talisman for all good things.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet little cherub is going to be used on my "Big Plan". Watch this Blog for more about that!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095534814850285010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrb56rPJfdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_QjfyCVbIWQ/s320/matchbox+swap7.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;When J asked me if there was anything that I would like sent from "Aussie Land" I half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; in cheek said a Koala (only half 'cos if it were possible I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; would rather like a Koala!!)&lt;br /&gt;Voila... my own Koala... Boy has that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;choccy&lt;/span&gt; bar got to be opened carefully so that I can do something special with the wrapper!&lt;br /&gt;If any of you out there in "Blog Land" have not yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;succumbed&lt;/span&gt; to the temptation of swapping, I've gotta' say have a go... Not only is it great fun to share things and make things for each other, but you might be as lucky as me and find a "Kindred Spirit"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-7160026600272661950?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7160026600272661950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=7160026600272661950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/7160026600272661950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/7160026600272661950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/08/scarecrow-and-swaps-and-general-excuses.html' title='Swaps, Kindred Spirits and General Excuses!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rrbt2LPJfXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0IHK61iwAf8/s72-c/bunny+swap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-5481592157862785450</id><published>2007-06-29T10:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:13:11.723Z</updated><title type='text'>"Playin' in The Mud"</title><content type='html'>All the rain we have been having the last month might have been good for the garden,but boy has it made all the weeds grow on my allotment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has any one else out there in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" got an allotment?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of them?&lt;br /&gt;I ask this not to be rude, but 'cos I was gossiping with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "kindred spirit " friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jullie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from "Down Under" and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know about the quaint and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;archaic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the "English Allotment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea being that you lease a space of land (some allotments are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;either from the local council or the church or even some private landowner with too much (Land is most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not equally distributed!!) usually for a pepper corn rent and you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;digin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'!!&lt;br /&gt;Being a green fingered soul with too small a garden and my very own funky wellies, I decided that an allotment was for me and was lucky enough got a plot about 10 minutes walk from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have crammed it full of everything I can possibly squeeze in (and then some more!!) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just shooting up..... Including as I say, the weeds!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of hoping that if there is some more available next season, I'll be able to have a bit extra so I can have one those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; old chicken huts (any chance Mr. C?) and keep a couple of chickens there too. You know the sweet red type you get in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; books!&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is I feel a bit guilty about wishing too loud for some more, as it's a bit of like "Dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shoes".... the land only becomes available if someone gives up. Moving is o.k. but, the other alternative is a bit too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just is the most swell place in the world to while away an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Scrappy comes too and lays down on the grass sunning himself 'till its time to go home again which I have to say we do with a lot of regret sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;No traffic, no T.V. no radio, no telephones....just the birdies, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bunny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the occasional fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;allotmenteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and an ice cold flask of "Rum 'n Coke" (good thinking Mr. C!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not in the "know" about allotments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an idea of how they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081451080211502370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RoTw1bOIFSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ok7py97NeDs/s320/allotment9%2Bjpg..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to move all my tools in, sit on the door step, have a 'cuppa from the flask and talk to the birdies and bumble bees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081449615627654418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RoTvgLOIFRI/AAAAAAAAADw/snT8cWM3KE4/s320/allotment8%2Bjpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081448786698966274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RoTuv7OIFQI/AAAAAAAAADo/LX7RZxqSkMk/s320/allotment5%2Bjpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Just how cute is she!! She looks like she needs a "Scarecrowing" partner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081448241238119666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RoTuQLOIFPI/AAAAAAAAADg/n3pviwilNz8/s320/allotment4%2Bjpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What do you reckon on allotments then? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta say, I'm hooked. Mr.C is keeping a spreadsheet of our produce as I pick it and bring it home.Not only saving some pennies, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;eatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' good healthy organic produce too.&lt;br /&gt;Have I convinced you yet? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' and see you "playin' in the mud"!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-5481592157862785450?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5481592157862785450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=5481592157862785450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/5481592157862785450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/5481592157862785450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/06/playin-in-mud.html' title='&quot;Playin&apos; in The Mud&quot;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RoTw1bOIFSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ok7py97NeDs/s72-c/allotment9%2Bjpg..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-1588851711732466683</id><published>2007-06-25T08:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:43:58.592Z</updated><title type='text'>"A Little Bit Of Green"</title><content type='html'>Well, good sunny Monday morning to all of you lovelies in blogland, especially to the special lovelies (you know who you are!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I rather have planned to make this more of a "picture post", but, knowing me my mouth will probably run away with it self. Like Anne Shirley my tongue appears to be hinged in the middle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough to live in a rather pretty part of England's green and pleasant land and having recently gained a walking companion in the shape of Mr Scrappy,&lt;br /&gt;(See previous posts - and yes he is still leaking hair every where. I can only hope that like most men he will eventually go bald, then it wont be a problem!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I have been discovering some of the fine enchanted places where one mad woman and her dog can go to dream and plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a idea of how some of my special places look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079917854629530770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn9-X81bjJI/AAAAAAAAADA/B94BTlLVIAQ/s320/rains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not the worlds bestest photographer although with the purchase of a digital camera I am having more luck with actually getting the thing I wanted in the picture. I never have been able to get on with squinting through a tiny hole and hoping it looks o.k. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn-AhM1bjKI/AAAAAAAAADI/kcfx8OCT-hM/s1600-h/pond1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079920212566576290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="285" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn-AhM1bjKI/AAAAAAAAADI/kcfx8OCT-hM/s320/pond1.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079916089397972098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn98xM1bjII/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fii9e3HyWNA/s320/pathwalk.jpg" width="217" align="right;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I have done any of these places real justice. To me when I walk through them they are rather like magical fairylands where I can create stories and imaginings and ideas just pop in to my head... I wish that I could harness them all but, some of them are "will o' the wisp" ideas that tickle you behind the ear as they whoosh past and then ... pooof you're imagination is off on a completely different adventure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the sky is still the clearest of blues and the clouds are of the whitest fluffiest kind, so , I think that Mr Scrapp and I need to be off on a ramble to see what imaginary treasure we can find. xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-1588851711732466683?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1588851711732466683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=1588851711732466683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/1588851711732466683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/1588851711732466683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-bit-of-green.html' title='&quot;A Little Bit Of Green&quot;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn9-X81bjJI/AAAAAAAAADA/B94BTlLVIAQ/s72-c/rains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-1677916346203445874</id><published>2007-06-24T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:54:32.420Z</updated><title type='text'>"Bunnys Galore"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn5cTM1bjGI/AAAAAAAAACo/yB0pskWZr1s/s1600-h/noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079598914653097058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn5cTM1bjGI/AAAAAAAAACo/yB0pskWZr1s/s320/noah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is it about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunnys&lt;/span&gt;? So many of us are just bonkers mad about them....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bunnys&lt;/span&gt; of all types. Fluffy ones, china ones, old ones, new ones, pictures of ones... there is a Bunny for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bunnys&lt;/span&gt;, I have like a very good swap partner been working hard on my Bunny for my swapper Dawn (Hi there girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such great fun making one for another Bunny fan....It's very different to making a sale item, this has had so much thought and secret blog spying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' in to it to try to create that special Bunny!!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn5gvc1bjHI/AAAAAAAAACw/1g0nzP1iJDY/s1600-h/bunny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079603798030912626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn5gvc1bjHI/AAAAAAAAACw/1g0nzP1iJDY/s320/bunny1.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to see him?..... or it could be her....would you?&lt;br /&gt;(Look away now Dawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn't do that to you girlie.&lt;br /&gt;Your special Bunny is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; under wraps and secret that it was made with the curtains drawn and my eyes closed!!&lt;br /&gt;Talking of swaps, I have been just the luckiest girl in the world this week.&lt;br /&gt;I was scooting around peeking at other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; lives when I saw a matchbox swap on Natasha's blog, only the closing date had passed by 1 day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result after some e-mail exchanges has been not only a very cool blog friend (check out Natasha's blog) but, just the most wonderful kindred spirit of a new friend in my swap partner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jullie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "matchbox made in heaven!!" She just is the greatest, she's as mad as a wet hen and I love her to pieces. I so can't wait to get her e-mails 'cos I know that they will make me laugh and cry as well!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess this Bunny had better hop off to the studio and start gluing, sticking and creating the most extraordinary matchbox in the world just for you J. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn5gvc1bjHI/AAAAAAAAACw/1g0nzP1iJDY/s1600-h/bunny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-1677916346203445874?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/1677916346203445874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=1677916346203445874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/1677916346203445874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/1677916346203445874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/06/bunnys-galore.html' title='&quot;Bunnys Galore&quot;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rn5cTM1bjGI/AAAAAAAAACo/yB0pskWZr1s/s72-c/noah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-2114336272348637909</id><published>2007-06-12T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:11:13.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Back To The Real World.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;....I know.......Don't tell me, I'm behind with everything. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hav'nt&lt;/span&gt; posted for ever and my poor neglected little blog most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definatly&lt;/span&gt; has her (YES... she is female!!) bottom lip very firmly sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say. Life has been running away with me and there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dosn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to be enough hours in the day. I think that I need at least 30 of them, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alternitivly&lt;/span&gt; I need NOT to sleep for 7 hours of the 24!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you who sent good e-wishes through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; medium. I did have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bestest &lt;/span&gt;few days with my son, even though it was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wetest&lt;/span&gt; bank holiday weekend in the universes memory!!&lt;br /&gt;More about that on a future post. But first I need to learn how to fiddle with some photo's. (No mean feat for me)&lt;br /&gt;Most of this weeks spare time I think will be taken up with preparing for some house guests this weekend.....Why is that you only realise what a dump you put up with when you have to see it through someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;What excitement the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bunny Swap&lt;/span&gt;" has caused, Introductions, plans, conversations... it's such fun.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that my swap partner (Hi Dawn xxx) likes her special, unrepeatable, just made for her Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no here I go again..... I'd better stop, 'cos I can feel loads of chatter getting ready to regurgitate itself and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; I've got stuff to do. Stuff to store, cushions to make, mail to sort out, the list is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; endless. All this just to try and convince people that I am a natural homemaker!!&lt;br /&gt;More another time, I'm off......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-2114336272348637909?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/2114336272348637909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=2114336272348637909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/2114336272348637909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/2114336272348637909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back To The Real World.......'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-8193931219710089455</id><published>2007-05-24T18:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:50:01.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Excited Bunny or What!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RlXWy6biA_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_eHnAu4Wk2g/s1600-h/Alex+on+horse+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068193125841896434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RlXWy6biA_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_eHnAu4Wk2g/s200/Alex+on+horse+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; who's a very excited" Mummy Bunny" then. My number one (and only!!) son is coming back from college for a weekend and a day or two next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coool&lt;/span&gt;. We can have some real good time together out and about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone calls do at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reassure&lt;/span&gt; you that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; died, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; the same as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seein&lt;/span&gt;' them is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From reading some of your post I realise that I'm so lucky, my fella is only 60miles away at his college and we can get to each other reasonably easily if we need to - some of your babies are hundreds of miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo was taken  when Al was working away  last summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He spent all his summer vacation with a "Medieval jousting stunt display team" doing the sort of stunt riding and skill at arms a mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to see!! But, he is a very confident stunt rider I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have worried. (I still did all the same!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep meaning one day to fiddle around with the photo, darken it so its all rather in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;silhouette&lt;/span&gt; and make some "art" from it. You know urban cowboy touch! First of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; 'gotta learn which knobs  to press -help!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant remember if I told you how excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt;, but I am!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better go and kill the fatted calf!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-8193931219710089455?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/8193931219710089455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=8193931219710089455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/8193931219710089455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/8193931219710089455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/05/excited-bunny-or-what_24.html' title='Excited Bunny or What!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RlXWy6biA_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_eHnAu4Wk2g/s72-c/Alex+on+horse+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-7428447537588575584</id><published>2007-05-21T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:52:27.308Z</updated><title type='text'>"Free Wheelin' Blogging"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RlHOXqbiA9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/YdNHfG0JgME/s1600-h/cycling4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067057961690596306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RlHOXqbiA9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/YdNHfG0JgME/s200/cycling4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felt that I would like to share some of my  thoughts with you today about "blogging".&lt;br /&gt;Although  a very, very recent member of the blogging circle, I have been a "peeping blogger" for probably over a year. Spying in on  your articles, posts and comments, marvelling at the skill and talent of you all and so wishing that I could join in with what was obviously a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well I managed, (with lots of help from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MrC&lt;/span&gt;) to navigate the rapids of the set up and am slowly (very slowly!!!) learning how to press all the magic buttons......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; in the right order too!!&lt;br /&gt;And my conclusion, well,  blogging is all the things I hoped it would be. It is a big amount of fun watching and reading each new article and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; being able to wax lyrical on my comments. (Believe me, my cats were getting sick to the whiskers of me saying how wonderful and clever you all are out there!)&lt;br /&gt;But, the biggest and most exciting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt; of all for me, as a non diary keeper is the truly amazing feeling of freedom I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; being able "splurge" all my odd, strange and random thoughts down on my virtual paper. I can only liken it to going down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; hill on a bike with dodgy brakes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wheeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;......Freewheeling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-7428447537588575584?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7428447537588575584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=7428447537588575584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/7428447537588575584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/7428447537588575584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/05/free-wheelin-blogging.html' title='&quot;Free Wheelin&apos; Blogging&quot;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/RlHOXqbiA9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/YdNHfG0JgME/s72-c/cycling4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-956167770658774079</id><published>2007-05-20T07:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:23:39.744Z</updated><title type='text'>"Itchin' n Scratchin'"!!</title><content type='html'>This really does seem to have been my mantra for the last couple of months as I suddenly appear to have developed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; and strange allergy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get concerned and re-tune to a less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;graphic&lt;/span&gt; blog site, I'm not about to download photographic evidence of this condition. But lets just say that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; my own hand bell and submitted my application to join my local Leper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;colony&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;None of the lotions, potions and pills seem to have made very much difference except the good old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Steroid&lt;/span&gt; stand by (and lets face it that cures anything from chicken pox to a broken leg) so, allergy testing would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appear&lt;/span&gt; to be the the order of the day.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm worried. Suppose I'm allergic to something totally essential! (Does any one make allergy free chocolate?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that "making stuff" and "blogging" is safe, so, off to the studio for an early morning session.&lt;br /&gt;See ya all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-956167770658774079?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/956167770658774079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=956167770658774079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/956167770658774079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/956167770658774079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/05/itchin-n-scratchin.html' title='&quot;Itchin&apos; n Scratchin&apos;&quot;!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-5441041708325074950</id><published>2007-05-17T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:32:05.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Goddess?...Not!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rkywf6biA7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pPHxRb_g7TE/s1600-h/pi_housework2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065617743192130482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rkywf6biA7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pPHxRb_g7TE/s320/pi_housework2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh what a rush. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday are my working away from my studio days and once again,I seem to be tying myself in little knots trying to keep on top of the housework.....Or more specifically the hoovering!&lt;br /&gt;Now don't misunderstand me here, I most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; am no domestic goddess. The thing is this........&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago we had to have "Bobby" our little Cavalier King Charles put to sleep (bless her hyperactive little cotton socks!) and since then have been "dog-less". But, after a coffee visit to a girl friend (who just happens to rescue dogs), the Daisy household has adopted "Scrappy" a Golden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Retriever&lt;/span&gt; who has come complete with what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appears&lt;/span&gt; to be at least a bin bag full of winter coat. This he is proceeding to shed across every corner of the entire house!!&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I'm not your domestic goddess type and I can cope with the odd bit of dusting in order to check the colour of the surfaces, but, as "Anne of Green Gables" almost said "I enjoy housework in moderation, but hoovering twice in one day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt; much"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please someone out there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reassure&lt;/span&gt;  me that one day I will have a leak-free dog, and I can return to being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-domesticated slut every one knows and loves!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-5441041708325074950?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/5441041708325074950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=5441041708325074950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/5441041708325074950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/5441041708325074950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/05/domestic-goddessnot.html' title='Domestic Goddess?...Not!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GlaOnoeaZpY/Rkywf6biA7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/pPHxRb_g7TE/s72-c/pi_housework2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-7192052100602998087</id><published>2007-05-15T09:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:38:41.962Z</updated><title type='text'>My second post</title><content type='html'>Do all new "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;" have a daily countdown?&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit like being pregnant,when your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; big and you know the baby's never going to come..... Five days to go, four days to go, three, two .....&lt;br /&gt;When do you decide to stop counting? I guess the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; to that is when you stop being so paralysed by the technology and can think of really cool and catchy headings.....(not on day two it woud appear!!)&lt;br /&gt;As a terrified technophobe, I'm still struggling with the "What does that button do.....Ohhhh Noooo, I didnt want that to happen" syndrome. So, my poor little blog is very plain and oh so basic (it's not got any pink on it yet either!)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, each time I post I will have learnt what NOT to touch and my blog page can begin to go through it's "fancy dress " stage. Rest assured I will still be lurking away behind all the frills and glitter!&lt;br /&gt;What will this page look like in three months time I wonder.... I can hardly wait to find out. It's going to be, as they say "A really big adventure".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-7192052100602998087?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/7192052100602998087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=7192052100602998087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/7192052100602998087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/7192052100602998087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-second-post-do-all-new-bloggers-have.html' title='My second post'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726808655012479788.post-6281181318398750960</id><published>2007-05-13T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:58:31.633Z</updated><title type='text'>My first post...</title><content type='html'>Hoooray, we've conquered the great technical barrier and made our first blog post.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't so scary after all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726808655012479788-6281181318398750960?l=daisys-day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/feeds/6281181318398750960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726808655012479788&amp;postID=6281181318398750960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/6281181318398750960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726808655012479788/posts/default/6281181318398750960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisys-day.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-post.html' title='My first post...'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16460696140726910865</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
