Some days ago CJ issued me a challenge,which I duly accepted. Firstly I will state the rules of The Challenge game that my friends and I play.
The basic rule is that a person or group may challenge another person or group to perform a task herein called The Challenge. The person being challenged may accept or refuse the Challenge if the Challenge is refused the person or group face a forfiet. If accepted and successfully completed the Person or group challenging pay a forfeit ( this is nothing to do with money) If the person fails the challenge they have to pay a forfiet. Neither the challenges or the Forfiets are allowed to be in any way Derogatory or life threatening to the Challenged participant or any member of the public that may become unwittingly involved in said challenge,or to any person or group that may be paying the Forfiet
Here are your Sentences CJ.

After Being Challenged Dictionery Equipped,Forward Going,Haltingly I Jotted Key Litany,Meandering Numbingly Oratory Preambles Quite Rightly Stating That Under Violent Water Xanthics Your Zither.

A bountiful cabotage easily drifted forward going home in juxta-kalpis, leaning more north over points quite rightly, sailing towards uberty vaccary west, xerophobus yet zazzy.

A big cat died early February; Gloria hollered "I just killed little Manx Noodles over past Queensferry Road, sorry, the udometer visibly went xanthic you zebra!"

I am considering a suitable forfiet

When the sun rose I was sitting atop the hill where I sat many times as a child and a young teen.There spread before me the town I have lived in since forever,well the main part of it anyway. The Town part of it. Shopping centre to the left with the local Market and morrisons.Further to the left the town begins to lead out into the suburbs along two main roads one to Oakworth and one that leads up to Haworth,it splits just before Haworth at Crossroads and one road takes you to Bronte Land and the other to Halifax or round into Bradford and on and beyond. In front of me lies the streets and houses where I was raised. At the bottom of there a new block of houses has arisen from the ashes of old cobbled streets.next to that,and at the bottom of the street I lived in there is a single storied factory. Another street and a car park that was built many moons ago when I was still at home. Quite a visionary one for so long ago,uncovered and built on three levels and I dont mean three stories,but actually on three different levels as it takes up the entire block that used to house two full streets of houses.with steps leading from the highest level to the lowest and flowers,bushes and trees planted at each level to disguise the coldness and practicality of such a monstrosity.Or you can walk from the level you are on out onto the street and off to wherever you wish to go. Beyond that the building that has been there since forever it seems,but at least since I was a child and young enough to imagine Trolls and Dwarves at the bottom of the two deep recesess at the sides of its entrance steps.They were actually quite big and not at all dark and frightening unless your big brother climbed back out and left you there, you being far too small to climb out yourself. And then the hero Knight comes and rescues you ( big brothers big friend) and fights the Trolls and banishes the Dwarves. OK so he just helped me out,it was the same thing Now that got me to thinking about C. My big brothers best friend for so many years,I adored C,he never made me feel ugly or useless like everyone else did. He never put me down about my writing and he never minded if I tagged along with him and big Bro. When I became a teenager,at 16 C and I dated,but only for a little while,it just wasn`t going to work with him and me he was far too much like a big brother. We both agreed on that and from then on just went out as friends. As is inevitable we lost touch,big Bro joined the Army and he and C saw less of each other,they drifted off in different directions and led different lives especially when big Bro was stationed abroad for so many years. Years later my daughter Laura came home with a friend from school,this friend only lived on the road and when she told me her name it didn`t click at first,but when her dad came for her it did. This was c`s daughter and we struck back up our old friendship,I met his wife and we got on really well. Isnt life strange? I have moved since then but we still see each other now and then.Have a laugh and a chat.
Anyway beyond that building is the railway station. The main lines to Leeds and Bradford,Skipton and Carlisle.And the Worth Valley Steam Train lines run from here too.They go to Oakworth,Haworth and Oxenhope. Always full of tourists in the season and out of it. As we go to the right it becomes a lot more rural.Here we lead off to the moors,though that is to the right and up,to the right and down are the main roads to the cities and the little towns in between. There are a couple of Farms,beyond the industrial estate,which is nicely disguised with gree and cream coloured buildings and lots of trees and bushes.
I had sat quite a long time and the sun has decided to stay out today,it has taken a bit of the chill out of the air.And though I was a wee bit chilly at the beginning I felt a lot warmer by the time I decided I had better come back and do some work. After all I had been wandering out there since half four and it was after eight.So I wandered back past trees and flowers whose leaves and petals had been tight curled against the night and were now unfolded and basking in the warmth from the sun. I rarely say I am coming home,or going home. I dont think I have ever lived anywhere that has felt like that. Guess I will find that place eventually. For now the Apartment keeps me safe and gives me a place to work and live. It isn`t that bad,better than some places I have lived. Though there is no garden and thats something I would like,eventually.

What a pain trying to post anything on blog.co is becoming. Last night and this morning every time I have tried to post a comment or go into a blog I got web site not responding. This morning it has taken over an hour just to sign in and the minute I tried to go onto a page web site not responding. They really need to get their act together no other website has this problem continuously like Blog.co does. I just don’t have time to mess about like this,when I take a break from studies I want to be able to go read my friends blogs and leave comments, not mess about for hours just trying to get into a page!! Blog.co will be finding themselves without any members at this rate. Any post I write now has to be done on word document and then C&P`d onto site because each time I try to post the site goes down. It is just not good enough,come on guys,get it together you are supposed to have improved the site,and it is worse than ever!! And now I don’t have time to ramble dagnabbit!
I apologise to my friends for not visiting and leaving comments but every time I try the site goes down and as patient as I am this is just extracting the urine a tad too much.
Right rant over and I shall ( hopefully) leave you with a thought for the day.

Sometimes when I look back over time and think of all the things that have happened there is a hole,like a vacum I suppose,and I cannot see beyond that hole. Beyond it is my childhood and to be honest it doesn`t matter that most of it is a blank,that it is lost down that hole swimming in the netherworld of repressed memory. I often look on my life as beginning when my childrens lives began.When my very first child came screaming into this world to waken me from the stupor that I classed as my life untill the minute she arrived. I remember more now of that past than I did,and being able to write things down is in part the reason for that,you start to write things and out of nowhere comes a memory and sometimes it is good but most times you realise why you didn`t want to remember it in the first place. My children were the essence of my life and all other things were put on hold for them. They have given me great joys and the deepest of griefs. There is nothing more heart wrenching than losing someone you love,than them being taken from you and you knowing you will never see them again in this lifetime. Those that have read my ramblings know of my children,the ones that I write of,my three wonders of nature. But what only a very few know is that there were another three. Three daughters,and though one of them it may be said was too ill to live for long ( she was four months old when she died) the other two graced my life for much longer,One was 11 years old when she died and the other was 4 years old when she died. I lost them both on the same day and while I am not yet ready to tell the full story suffice it to say that this was the worst time of my life,nothing that happened to me in my childhood bad as it was,and nothing that has/could happened to me since could compare to this day when they were taken from me. Many times I have written a piece about them only to wipe it and write something totally different,something totally rambling and inane. But today I recieved a very touching and lovely communication from a friend,she too has suffered the loss of a child and yet she is not afraid to say so,not afraid to show her grief when it overcomes her. She has strength far beyond that which I have. And two other very dear friends that know about it and know also of my reasons for not talking of it,they tell me that on here my reasons are invalid,because on here I cannot see that look in peoples eyes when they hear for the first time. I cannot see the struggle as they think of topics to talk about that will not touch on any subject that might make me ' upset' and if they turn away as many do it will not matter for perhaps I wont even know they have gone. I want to thank those friends they know who they are. For thier support through my bad month and for thier words when they heard my story. When people say to me how strong I am,how I have come through tough times and yet still remain enamoured of life I often wonder am I? I dont have the strength to talk of the worst time in my life. But Strength is gathered from those around us and from what we read and those that support us. So yes I am strong but my friends make me that way.So today I tell a little bit. Maybe one day I will tell it all.

Two rambles in one day. Lots of stuff going on in my head right now,is it a full moon or something? Actually no it is a waxing moon thats probably why I am so erm rambly??
Anyway have been visiting friends on my list,leaving the odd ( hehehe they usually are from me ) comment here and there. Perusing and linking on to blogs I haven`t read before. I have found some pretty good ones over the past couple of days,very interesting. On a Sunday I usually visit my friend Stoneleaf He doesn`t post all the time sometimes just once a week,but I do like to go and read when he does,his writing really kicks. If you haven`t read this guy why dont you give him a whirl. http://viewfromthecheapseats.blog.co.uk And he doesn`t need me to generate him traffic he genuinely is a good read. Not everyones cup of tea,but are any of us?
I have had a pretty up and down week,a lovely high yesterday with my flowers from my lovely friend. But my lows have been way low. I lmost gave up my studies,almost threw it all in said thats it I have had enough,well actually I did say I have had enough. Two reasons really one being these damn statistics and trying to remember what is a one tailed and a two tailed Hypothesis,Quasi-experiments,Correlation experiments etc etc. For some reason I just haven`t been able to get my head round them all,no matter how hard I tried I kept getting my variables wrong and getting frustrated with myself for not being able to do it. Then I gets the curriculum for next year. Thats ok,I expected that,gives me time to work out which ones I am doing in my seemingly never ending quest. Except it wasn`t ok,attatched to it is my compulsary subjects,and a breakdown of what I am expected to do and why etc etc. Whoa this is totally different suddenly to what I had been told I could and couldn`t do and not only would it mean I had wasted a whole year on a subject that I want to do but would add on a whole eighteen months to two years of study. It was like the straw that broke the Donkeys back,it arrived on a bad day,I had spent hours grappling with a subject that just didn`t want to enter and stay in this dull brain of mine and I just said thats it enough!! I told myself off for being too stupid to grasp what should have been simple,what kids are doing in school for goodness sake! And I left the books and turned on the comp and chatted to a friend and then I thought while I am on here I will mail my Tutor and tell her thats it. I would finish this year and then no more,so I did. My Friend had cheered me up somewhat so when I mailed her the mail wasn`t as bad as it could have been. She immediately mailed me back and told me she was sure they had it wrong but she would check for me,which she did. It turned out they were wrong. The one they had mailed me was for people starting thier courses at the end of 2007,and my study still counted. And she asked me not to give up. I said I would think about it. And I did. I distanced my self from the books and did a pile of other things and then it came to me,maybe I am going about this all wrong. Maybe instead of trying to learn from the two books I should learn from the one and just use the second for the exercises,maybe the two types of explaining the same thing is what is confusing me? Well no miracle has happened,but I am starting to grasp the basics of it by doing it this way. I might just get there yet

PS..I haven`t forgotten your challenge CJ I am working on it

Feeling...A tad better

Listening to...Power in the blood-Alabama 3

And yet another song title. Its not really that pleasent actually,the sun is struggling to keep ahead of the nasty black clouds. Its like something out of Never Ending Story,with the black clouds looming up like the Nothing.OK,so I watched them,all of them,I admit it.The children made me
And of course that reminds me ( Association yet again) of films like 'The Last Unicorn' I loved that film,there was another that was a great favourite but the title eludes me this morning.Probably because I have been awake and studying since 4-30 am. This was not by choice,I didn`t set the alarm to get up at that time. But,get up I did. And I have to go to work in just over an hour and a half Thats because I didn`t win the lottery last night,again. Have you ever thought what you would do if you did win the Lottery or came into an inheritence of roughley 1-2 million? Answers on a postcard to the usual address! I suppose everyone that isn`t lucky enough to have money must have thought of it at one time or another. I know I have.
When I was young ( here she goes again rambling, you can skip this bit ) *ahem* as I was saying/writing, when I was but a wee bairn,well not so wee but young. We should have been what is classed as middle class. The amount of money that came in that house in a week in one form or another should have had us in a better house in a better neighbourhood,dressed nice etc etc. It wasn`t till I got older that I realised just how much money came in that house,and went out again. My mam had a problem you see it was called bingo,every afternoon and every night when the Male parent was away. Then he would come home think she had stayed in all week and pay for her to go? Everything we had was on HP and of the four shops she ticked at three. And that was because the fourth was a haberdashery and they didn`t have what she wanted ( Though they had great elastic for elastic twist) It did teach me a good lesson though. And now I rarely buy what I cant afford and never when the children were young. Pay as you go. Having to tell the man at the door that mam was out and hadn`t left him any money,having to go pay the bill at the shop and then tick straight away the things she needed because when the bill was paid there wasn`t anything left. And the shopkeeper shaking his head and tutting in that way that makes you feel very,very small. It stopped when the Male parent retired from the army,but by then I was ready to leave school. Thats enough waffling.
The sun is shining now,for a while anyway maybe it will stop out and then I wont get wet on my way to work,one can but hope. We are almost half way through the year already,doesn`t time fly?

Hmmm dont I wish

Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?

Very Sweetly by AJ.
Apparently the letter B is my letter and I have to come up with 10 meanings beginning with that letter that describe me or are connected with me in some way.
How do I get into these things????

OK,deep breath here we go.

1) I have a sister whose name begins with B,we call her Ben for short ( Her husband hates it when we call her that,so of course we do it all the time )

2) Brainy....Well I thought I was but this latest assignment is proving pretty hard,I am hopeless with statistics!!

3) Busy...Something I always seem to be,work,study and of course >>>>

4) Blogging...One of my favourite pastimes when taking breaks ( much needed ) from other things,I have made some great friends through this medium too.

5) Beautiful...Not me,but most definitely my friends,they are all beautiful to me.

6)Bolshi...Hehehehe oh yes when I need to be,as some may have already witnessed.

7) Boring...I sincerly hope not though some may think so?

8) Bijou...Apparently this means small and elegant which I am small and elegance well when I am out to dinner I do try to behave

9)Bizarre...I am often called Crazy but as that begins with a C Bizarre is the nearest thing to it

10) Bemused...Something I often am by the attitudes and prejudices I come across,but also by compliments,something I have never been used to growing up so often dont know how to handle them.

Thats it I managed ten wow!!
If you want tagging just shout I will be glad to oblige

I have just recieved flowers for the very first time ever. I have only ever recieved flowers from my kids ( Once) or from relations when in hospital. I have never up to today had flowers sent me, Thankyou my Friend not many people can bring tears to my eyes you just didxxxx

This one is just for the girls ( And Paul and maybe some of the boys ) Boys you will have to go mow the lawn or read your do-it-yourself books or something
Girls,relax and enjoy

Sometimes we have times in our lives when things are not going smoothly,when everything seems weighed against us,and the mundane tasks of getting up and going to work,or doing the housework,uni work etc just seem too much and we wish for better or different or just something to break the routine and spark our lives a little. The constant rain is greying our lives that little bit and making everything seem bleak and dull. But,after the rain comes the rainbow and with the rainbow comes the sun. The rain has fed the land and new growth is all around,the smell is fresh and sweet and everything has that shiny look as the few raindrops remaining on tips of leaves and window panes glisten in the sunlight.
When I was a child I used to imagine that the rain caught in the cups of flowers was for the fairies and elfs to bathe in and drink from,certain flowers for their bathing and certain ones for drinking. I used to imagine that the morning dew was sent for them so that they could gather it to drink ( used to who are you kidding ) Of course at that time I also imagined I was the long lost daughter of some fantastic person,his stature varied depending on how bad things had been,sometimes he would be a rich and powerful person who would discover me and take me away. Other times he would be an adventurer and that was why he had been unable to find me,bacause he had been lost in some foreign land fighting his way out of danger etc. Of course these were just the imaginings and dreams of a child that needed escape from the real world and what it held. In reality there was no hero papa to rescue me,no knight in shining armour to whisk me away from the evil Baron. Life was just what it was. And while I have remembered many things since starting to write it all down,some of which I didn`t want to remember. There are many more things still swimming in the grey haze just out of reach. Not all my childhood was doom and gloom,I had fun with my siblings when the Male parent was at camp and Mother was out and there were times when she had her friends round and she wanted us out of the way. I loved those times because it meant freedom for me. Freedom to roam my beloved woods or build treehouses and rope swings., Play knife throwing,I was quite good at that.And dream,sitting at the top of the hill just beneath the woods watching the clouds and the world go by dreaming of the person I would be,of the life I would have. Of course I never got the Prince and the castle,never became a famous actor/musician/writer as all children dream of becoming at some stage in thier lives. But I did get some beautiful children and I have made some wonderful friends. So while my riches may not be of the kind that you can spend I often feel like I am the richest person in the world.

Feeling....mellow
Listening to...soothing music

Just because I like to think I treat all my friends equally,and so you dont feel left out here is one just for the men

This one is just for the ladies,though the gentlemen may have a peep if they feel so inclined
Ladies, this has been composed using profile pics some of which are representations that you choose to use but you will each recognise your own.
For you the Ladies.
Skin Deep.

Just a little thingymejig rustled up for fun and to cheer up anyone not feeling erm cheered up.
Presenting in glorious technicolour
Bloggers of Blog.co
Click and enjoy

This is for my lovely friend Juzzzy. He will understand it`s meaningxx

Its been a rough day.Quite apart from the horrible weather that drenched me through on the way to work and back again. The clients have been a mixture,had some really nasty ones like the guy that asks me what are we doing that he couldn`t, I was soooo tempted to say paying your debts off mate,if you could have done you wouldn`t have come to us in the first place!! But I didn`t I patiently explained the procedure to him,and what his creditors do and what we do etc etc. He left still grumbling but I could have done that,and I still resisted the temptation to say so why dont you. I had a client who had waited ages to get through ( We are extremely busy on a Monday morning) and then got cut off a few minutes into the call,this had happened a few times last week,so I promptly rang him back,and he was trying to ring us back,he has one of these mobiles where you can have more than one call so he put me on hold while he stopped the other call back to us and he cut me off! So again I rang him back, and when he picked up I just said whatever you do dont put me on hold or we will never get this sorted. Which made him laugh and set the tone of the rest of the conversation. I straightened his account out got all his queries dealt with and he hung up one very happy client. And though most of the calls are simple enough to deal with I always seem to get the ones that want to tell me thier life story. There was one today that got to me though. A lady who has one of those creditors that wont make an agreement no matter what,we do get them occasionly. This one decided to take her to court. We have a legal team for just such cases as this and they are dealing with it,so she had just rung to let us know that she and her husband would be going to court and that they were selling thier house and then we had a little chat as I was asking about the equity etc. And it all came pouring out. This lady was in debt but compared to some of the people we have her debt was small,to her of course it is a mountain. I have heard a lot of stories of why people are in debt some very moving ones,and this one today was one of those,in tears over the phone apologising because she was taking up my time,which I informed her it didn`t matter as that is what I was there for, she unravelled her problems. At one point my Manager came across to see why I was spending so long with the one client,but when she had listened for a few minutes she wrote on my pad carry on and went away. It seems this couple had been blessed with three very beautiful children,a girl and two boys,unfortunately both of the boys had Autism. They both go to special schools one to a special college and the other to a special school.One of the reasons they didn`t want to sell thier house is because of the massive disruption it would cause the children,and two because if they cannot find another home in that area the two boys would be unable to attend thier special schools. But they are desperate to pay off their debt and not have it hanging over them,and to gain them some peace of mind. They are quite determined to do this. At the end of the phone call she said thankyou to me,what did I do I thought? And she apologised again for taking up my time when I had other clients to see to,I told her again that part of my job was to put the clients minds at rest and help them in anyway I could she said I had. The call lasted fifty minutes. And maybe I could have taken another five or ten calls in that time but to really help someone even just by listening was worth my call list being down. I think in the end all she wanted was to get it out,just needed someone to listen,she didn`t need advice,she just needed to talk.
And it doesn`t really matter how bad my day has been because I am very lucky really compared to a lot of people out there.

As I have to go to work I thought I would leave you with a thought that fits a monday.

I worked today,as I do every Sunday.I was on callbacks as well as incoming and One of the people I had the pleasure of speaking to today was an American gentleman.He was really nice especially as I was able to sort out his queries and put his mind at rest. He did impart to me some information that I didn`t know. Apparently it is not allowed to do business of a legal nature on a sunday,that is the drawing up of legal documents and contracts etc. So if any contract is signed on a sunday it is invalid in law. Which could be veerrrryy interesting
I also woke some poor guy who had apparently been working nights It wasn`t on his notes that he worked nights and it was 2pm,but he just laughed about it and told me all about his work at the Football Ground,though I am not allowed to tell you which one. Only one awkward client and that was dealt with easily enough.
A few days ago I was chatting with my lovely friend Paddy,he had just had a storm and we got talking about rain etc and I asked him if there was a rainbow,I am a big kid when it comes to Rainbows I love them,so Magical. He said he couldn`t see one but less than ten minutes later he sent me these

Which are beautiful,thankyou Paddy,you are a starxx

Apparently I have to list ten Fictional Characters I wouldn`t say no to. ( Thats a delicate way of putting it Magic )

1) Gill Grissom..CSI las Vegas ( Those eyes Phew)

2) Pat Garret ...Young Guns 2 ( Same eyes same Phew)

3) Governor Jack Hathaway..Contender
4) Captain Jack Sparrow...Pirates of the Carribean

5) Quinn..Reign of Fire
6) Cole...charmed
7) John McClane..Die Hard
8) Det Mac Taylor..CSI new York
9) Logan Cale..Dark Angel

10) Capt Steve Hiller..Independance day.

OK these are my Tags

Old Niq
Kizlode
EggBod
Paul Boyd
Juzzzy ( you didnt think you were getting away with it did you? )

I like this one. Sometimes a few words can say all.

Choose your friends by thier character and your socks by thier colour,choosing your socks by thier character makes no sense and choosing your friends by thier colour is unthinkable

I mailed the person/s responsible for the composing of the list and this was the reply I got.

Missing Questions

Dear Lyndlj,

Thank you for your enquiry regarding the missing questions in the extraordinarily long meme you were challenged to take part in by Paddy.

We are in talks with Paddy to find those elusive five questions and will let you know when he (or we) finds them.

Until then, please be assured that our search for these questions will be relentless and will we endeavour to find them. We are confident they are important and relevant questions and that there is a good reason as to their disappearance.

Assuring you of our utmost attention at all times.

Veronica. M. Stephenson

For and on behalf of Paddy Inc.

Apparently there is an Internet wide search for the elusive questions,meanwhile, I am sure that the people in blogland can come up with some substitutes Have already had some suggestions,some of which were erm not printable

It appears that there are five questions missing from the list of 100 questions. I have protested my innocence in this matter * Ahem* I just did them as they were sent to me by the Wonderful Paddy. So the question is.
What are they?
Where are they?
The missing question numbers are
9,26,63,70,87.
So while we are hunting the world of blogs to find the missing questions ( or untill Paddy sends me them) What do you think the missing questions are?
Where do you think the missing questions are?
And most importantly,why do you think they were missed out?

I shall now don hunting gear,find my binoculars,and my large net ( well questions can be tricky things you know ) and I shall set forth on my quest to track down the elusive questions. If I am not back by teatime,send in the search dogs, its a big place Blog land,who knows whats out there

Another night of restlesness,no wanderings though as it has been pouring it down all night and though sleep didn`t want to share its time with me,laying and resting means that the day wont be too long. I dont understand why the restlesness is still with me. April is my bad month,for reasons I may one day be strong enough to divulge,May is normally the period when I put it all away and lock the cupboard door,and get on with everyday life.
I have had a few PM`s lately,from people that have read my blog but obviously been too shy to comment. They have said various things like' How did you survive a childhood like that and stay strong? ' and various other things along the same lines. The thing is,that to me,my childhood was normal. It was only when I began to see how other people lived that I began to see that it wasn`t. I was ten before I realised that it wasn`t the duty of the eldest girl to look after all the others and clean etc. And that came about because I was invited to tea,yes Juzzzy tea,not dinner. I had to ask permission and Mother had said yes with the warning that I hadn`t to talk about the family to anyone. I never did anyway,I had already been labeled strange because I didn`t do the things the other girls did that I was at school with. I went to tea,I was so excited I had never been invited to anyones house before, and Yvonnes mam picked us up from school and we all walked home chatting and laughing. This was my first step into the strange world of another. The walk to her house was amazing,the way her mam laughed and joked with her and her brothers and sister,put her arms round the ones nearest to her as they walked,constantly addressed me,and said things like "come on slowcoach,if we hurry up you can play in the garden before tea" I didn`t ask who I would play with if Yvonne would be busy with her household jobs. When we got to the house and said our hi`s to Yvonnes dad,she shooed us out to the back garden to play while she and her husband made tea. This amazing world had me laughing all evening,even as we ate they laughed and joked and talked about thier day. All vying for attention but in a nice way. Her dad said to me " my you`re a quiet one,cat got your tongue?" To which I replied unthinkingly " Our cat only eats fish" which made him roar with laughter. And his wife too. Before I left he said to me quietly in the hall " I guess things aren`t the same at your house as they are here,every family is different,but you keep that wit about you and you will be fine,you have a lovely smile lass dont let them take it away" and he rubbed the top of my head. There was no attempt to give me a hug as he had noticed when he had tried it on my arrival how I had stiffened and pulled back. My brother picked me up and we walked back home. The journey back was silent but it didn`t matter as I was trying to digest my evening and remember all the things that had happened. I never went again,not because I wasn`t invited but because the answer was always no. Seems Yvonnes Dad was a little too perceptive. In the end Yvonne moved on to a friend that she could spend time with out of school and though we remained friends,it wasn`t the same and as we moved up to a higher school we lost touch as we went to different ones.
I already knew that the ways of my family were different to the ways of the others that I mixed with and as my school years went on and I listened to the talk of others and what they did,the things they did as a family,and a couple more visits to peoples houses,cos they couldn`t always say no,I came to learn that all families are different. There were those that lived in families similar to mine and those that lived in families similar to Yvonnes,and those that lived in families totally different to either. I have faced and survived far worse things in my Adult life than I faced as a child,but perhaps it was my childhood that helped me to get through them. I truly believe in the old sayings cliched as they might be that 'every cloud has a silver lining' It just might be too well wrapped up to see right now. 'When one door closes another one opens' It just may be locked and you need to find the key, and ' There is a light at the end of the tunnel' There is always a light at the end of the tunnel it is just hidden by the bend that you haven`t got round yet.

For Paddy Cos he didn`t think I would.
100 To go.

1. NAME ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT ?
One on the top of my foot well faded now but can be seen in the summer. Got it playing splits with my Brother. Erm with a javelin.

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
Well on the wall that is sort of in front of me there is a shelf which is to the right of where I am sat it has five baby Dragons on it.
The wall to my right there is a lovely picture of a Dragon that Jon-the-Man did for me.the wall behind me,nothing The wall to my left three enormous windows that need two pair of very long curtains on them.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR MOBILE PHONE LOOK LIKE?
Erm a mobile phone???

4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
Anything and everything!.

5. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?
A Canadian sunset sent by a friend.

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Sleep

7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?
My Children

8. WHAT TIME WERE YOU BORN?
16-05

10.WHAT ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP?
Me waking up.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
LOL,erm do you read my blog??

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
My Ex

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?
Opium or Poison

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOUR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Doesn`t bother me.

15. DO YOU LIKE PAINKILLERS?
No, But sometimes I have to take them.

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
Coffee.

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE PIZZA TOPPING?
Not a great pizza person so don’t really have one.

18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Steak

19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
Some guy that got uppity because I didn`t sign on to messanger to his schedule?? He is no longer on my list of course.

20. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
Does Gobbeldy Gook count??

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
My Eldest Child

22. DO U LIKE SOMEONE?
I like everyone

23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
Erm, no.

24. FAVOURITE CLOTHING BRAND?
Don’t have a favourite,depends on what I like as to what I buy

25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Jaguar XK8

27. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MARRIAGE?
Not a lot

28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
I am of the opinion that Love doesn`t ask permission or take note of circumstances,if its going to happen it will happen.

29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
Tell them,both with words and deeds

30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
"A number from one to a hundred”

31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Irrelevant

32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?
My son