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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>the price of scenery</title><link rel="self" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/comments/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T21:14:46+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2006-08-28:/2006/04/20/life_sentence~742300/#c1599246</id><title>In response to:life sentence</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/life_sentence~742300/#c1599246"/><author><name>SandyA</name></author><published>2006-08-28T16:07:08+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:07:08+02:00</updated><content type="html">Have only recently returned to blogging after quite a long absence. Found your request to become your friend-gladly accepted.Decided while I was online to check out recent Blogs from you,Pootai and all the others I'd taken an interest in. Your last Blog really struck a chord with me. Married 40 years - both husband and I took early retirement - for different reasons. I was offered redundancy/retirement, which after 30+ years seemed like a dream come true- Husband followed shortly after with heart problems. I regularly wake up thinking - there must be more to life than this!!! Don't know what's preferable a husband like yours -  unsociable - or one like mine . NEVER STOPS TALKING - drives me mad. I enjoy reading - he doesn't- so if I try and read a book he just carries on a constant stream of conversation (totally repetetive- moaning and groaning about all and sundry) until I give up and forfeit the book. My nickname for him is Mr Grumpy - but he doesn't take the hint. Well , Alfies Mum, there must be thousands out there like you and I - may just do a blog around that subject . Take care &lt;br&gt;
SandyA</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-12-24:/2005/12/24/the_end_of_the_line~413715/#c484776</id><title>In response to:the end of the line</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/12/24/the_end_of_the_line~413715/#c484776"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-12-24T19:26:33+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:26:33+01:00</updated><content type="html">I think retiring from something we enjoy is always sad.&lt;br&gt;
Thanks for your comment - Whisky and I have reached what can only be called 'an accomodation' as to who is boss! and I have submitted gracefully; she can be quite friendly and I have to let her always make the first move! She bit me quite hard last week and I needed antibiotics - but it its healed now and I think we can live together amicably for 2 more weeks . Happy Christmas&lt;br&gt;
Eve</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-10-24:/2005/10/23/past_and_future~255886/#c273233</id><title>In response to:past and future</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/10/23/past_and_future~255886/#c273233"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-10-24T11:03:20+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:03:20+02:00</updated><content type="html">Very good&lt;br&gt;
Eve</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-10-10:/2005/10/09/65_years_ago~224993/#c244952</id><title>In response to:65 years ago</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/10/09/65_years_ago~224993/#c244952"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-10-10T09:28:13+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:28:13+02:00</updated><content type="html">What a wonderful memory - thanks&lt;br&gt;
Eve</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-09-29:/2005/06/22/geriatric_holidays/#c226497</id><title>In response to:geriatric holidays</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/06/22/geriatric_holidays/#c226497"/><author><name>alfiesmum</name></author><published>2005-09-29T22:36:24+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:36:24+02:00</updated><content type="html">Like I said, I've not got the hang of this system yet. I know I got your e-mail address but it's fallen through a hole in my memory.</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-09-24:/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c216696</id><title>In response to:The tyranny of things</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c216696"/><author><name>deleted user</name></author><published>2005-09-24T12:31:22+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:31:22+02:00</updated><content type="html">I'm the other way around. Every day I take a carrier bag and walk around the house looking for rubbish and small things I could do without. Bit by bit every day it makes a difference and it's not such a shock. I have found recycling bins in supermarkets very good, now they do ones for linen , shoes , books clothes etc.&lt;br&gt;
 I haven't missed anything yet. My mum came round the other day and asked if I was moving because all my stuff was gone.</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-09-15:/2005/09/13/incompetence~178912/#c159754</id><title>In response to:incompetence</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/09/13/incompetence~178912/#c159754"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-09-15T17:10:03+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:10:03+02:00</updated><content type="html">PS There is a space for you to reply to the comment at the bottom - Eve</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-09-15:/2005/09/13/incompetence~178912/#c159751</id><title>In response to:incompetence</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/09/13/incompetence~178912/#c159751"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-09-15T17:08:38+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:08:38+02:00</updated><content type="html">If someone leaves a comment for you, you can see their name at the top of the comment - (unless they are a visitor in which case they haven't got a blog site of their own). If you click on the name you will go to their site and then you can leave a comment for them in reply to theirs; this will be sent to them. If you get going well, you can then exchange e-mail addresses in the same way&lt;br&gt;
Hope all is well with you - Eve</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-08-20:/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c95894</id><title>In response to:The tyranny of things</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c95894"/><author><name>SandyA</name></author><published>2005-08-20T19:43:27+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:43:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">Enjoyed reading your blog about clutter - makes me feel better to know ours isn't the only household like this!. My problem is that while I find it quite easy to get rid of anything and everything I'm married to a hoarder and it drives me insane.After my mother in law died my husband insisted on keeping almost everything from her house and added to our already overloaded home- including a 66 piece crown derby set. I keep trying to dispose of things - knowing the hassle we had at house clearing I don't want to leave my son in the same situation but its a real cloak and dagger affair trying to dispose of everything. I've just joined 'blog' today and you're my first contact! Sandra</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-07-27:/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c64404</id><title>In response to:The tyranny of things</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c64404"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-07-27T08:41:38+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:41:38+02:00</updated><content type="html">E mail me on erdb7827@tiscali.co.uk&lt;br&gt;
Eve (poohtai)</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-07-27:/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c64386</id><title>In response to:The tyranny of things</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/07/26/the_tyranny_of_things/#c64386"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-07-27T08:24:40+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:24:40+02:00</updated><content type="html">Oh I do so identify with you on the clutter; this bungalow and, particularly the garage, mirror your description in many ways tho' the detail is different and most of it - in the house at least- is in cupboards, so it's |Ok till you open the door! Rather like your husband, P, my friend, hated throwing things away. I am starting on it - selling on ebay where possible, throwing away ruthlessly - but there is such a group of things that seem really too good to throw away - but nobody wants second hand stuff . So, you are not alone - good luck&lt;br&gt;
Eve</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-07-24:/2005/06/22/geriatric_holidays/#c60772</id><title>In response to:geriatric holidays</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/06/22/geriatric_holidays/#c60772"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-07-24T16:37:47+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T16:37:47+02:00</updated><content type="html">Are you OK ? Nothing from you for a while.&lt;br&gt;
Eve</content></entry><entry><id>tag:3320340.blog.co.uk,2005-07-14:/2005/06/22/geriatric_holidays/#c50529</id><title>In response to:geriatric holidays</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://3320340.blog.co.uk/2005/06/22/geriatric_holidays/#c50529"/><author><name>poohtai</name></author><published>2005-07-14T04:12:01+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T04:12:01+02:00</updated><content type="html">Thanks for asking me to be a 'blog'friend. It is 3am and I am blogging!! Your comment about the 'prison' makes total sense to me although in an entirely diffent context - but we are both blogging, I think, as a way out through a prison window.&lt;br&gt;
I have now finished my 'Grief' blog and have started another one - 'begining again' - except I'm not - yet; somewhere in a limbo between a past that isn't closed and a future that isn't open&lt;br&gt;
Good luck with the scenery!&lt;br&gt;
Eve </content></entry></feed>
