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Student Midwife.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bank Child Residential Support Worker.&lt;/div&gt;
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Springer Spaniel - Colca.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1622902733455445637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2016/03/new-spectacles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1622902733455445637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1622902733455445637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2016/03/new-spectacles.html' title='New Spectacles.'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ndLFwqcyWzsEB4ym4ad31PO9i5YB8ak7MKqcZ6AisvruLuG7KcIEOEx8ac6mC9vCNuYQko-T1r6rJQEQnZ1Jfq_-Zkp1dZ2jivDKAj92U7nWodFW0Kvx7z8GK9Z36JwoHOC8nsOqhhc/s72-c/IMG_20160322_182456.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-8418484098698833360</id><published>2011-05-18T15:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:51:26.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Wow&lt;/span&gt;, its been so long since I last wrote on here. Actually insane, it isn&#39;t really like I haven&#39;t got the time either! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Update? Hmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working (volunteering) for a Charity called LIFE, in its local office here in Exeter. It supports vulnerable pregnant women and young families in difficult times. I enjoy it, although it can be a little boring. Getting properly into paid employment is seeming more difficult as the months go past so volunteering is keeping me busy and out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;What have I been doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeyyyyyy. Over the last few months I have done a few exciting (Perhaps not the correct word) things. So shall we actually go from January?! Nah! The main importants events have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby&#39;s 21st&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;March for the Alternative in London&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday - Day and family meal (in April) which was very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;My First Wagamamas&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Multiple evenings out for food&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hz_qjuNSWL7CN0O2ntK2ISHLu45yNvcpJoAON-H8WoFrmTUDLhx2Yph_88EftOiftfaZXEFMn1GYqgv2plosoEVW19dRMacUn6VOMMFrAlDLSDTxExc22YwuH7e6tYUO1UKyn1M0HlI/s1600/1c.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hz_qjuNSWL7CN0O2ntK2ISHLu45yNvcpJoAON-H8WoFrmTUDLhx2Yph_88EftOiftfaZXEFMn1GYqgv2plosoEVW19dRMacUn6VOMMFrAlDLSDTxExc22YwuH7e6tYUO1UKyn1M0HlI/s320/1c.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608063550279644866&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Leo&#39;s Wedding party&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Gavin&#39;s Memorial Fundraising Shindig (Which I won 2 prizes one being Kiteboarding taster session) No wonder with this many tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbO-nPIOMuaRLZDFoq5EhH7pr6ecci9TBMGOTgDxJHtGrTzBRWLHA6rCerZzBg97-CMLDmq3HmUzfPVG_kE9joNepgmL0LTLuiSnHkO9203sZkMNQVkQ7fpIILHgss4s6pN30ljfiISA/s1600/1a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbO-nPIOMuaRLZDFoq5EhH7pr6ecci9TBMGOTgDxJHtGrTzBRWLHA6rCerZzBg97-CMLDmq3HmUzfPVG_kE9joNepgmL0LTLuiSnHkO9203sZkMNQVkQ7fpIILHgss4s6pN30ljfiISA/s320/1a.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608063985444436866&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Driving Theory Test passed! 50/50 - Yeah, little bit of a swot! :D&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Joey&#39;s Hen Party - Cocktail making and cake! Do you need anything else?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9Uc2M5u8UKGLoIiLub_UIxD7NPBIYaJN6gaw_cxN84bz76zhIel8IYNJckJ825F6bqfsTqGCZa8GmwtmF-mSKYj4ML08Ln_3VfS37c0lngZ83gD2QDVr9gJqqJ7vdUAYE5bm4cHS4k8/s1600/IMAG0497.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9Uc2M5u8UKGLoIiLub_UIxD7NPBIYaJN6gaw_cxN84bz76zhIel8IYNJckJ825F6bqfsTqGCZa8GmwtmF-mSKYj4ML08Ln_3VfS37c0lngZ83gD2QDVr9gJqqJ7vdUAYE5bm4cHS4k8/s200/IMAG0497.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608066460896547074&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zot7cGQ0H_sTxw4KVAFyGhrpQvSM7YPUq4gdSsXH_HI1OaFPHRI92tQ7EmZRhtZzPZwvfA5bjW1x9bfyvTvWHK-0Fhk3dgQHo3WyJHE-2HQLmGMNOU0bJxve6agpF2hJdMqlxL2P-aw/s1600/IMAG0502.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zot7cGQ0H_sTxw4KVAFyGhrpQvSM7YPUq4gdSsXH_HI1OaFPHRI92tQ7EmZRhtZzPZwvfA5bjW1x9bfyvTvWHK-0Fhk3dgQHo3WyJHE-2HQLmGMNOU0bJxve6agpF2hJdMqlxL2P-aw/s200/IMAG0502.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608066466129287554&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXMOCqKcbFypytSvO4MfYOFOJvtImeNcouDaB4ymrfkJoDPUzjjULgwF50AeWUA0IwVKtDsyUYVoM80Py9VgE9RHaUBY8ffZ3DMcRfdE80aKrJ9JY4Z9zMbVHIy1TaXMLBm-hBHT3gvM/s1600/IMAG0503.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXMOCqKcbFypytSvO4MfYOFOJvtImeNcouDaB4ymrfkJoDPUzjjULgwF50AeWUA0IwVKtDsyUYVoM80Py9VgE9RHaUBY8ffZ3DMcRfdE80aKrJ9JY4Z9zMbVHIy1TaXMLBm-hBHT3gvM/s200/IMAG0503.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608066469629886034&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Weekends going back to Wales&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Weekends exploring Devon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MYSt34Qq8LykN8Q0gfqAlRb7Xlur9IvKi6rKFUb7ZpiYLD6fhxP3JEDXD_gLesskCEV5lbfTtGYx7ypw7tFVheHXeBanzUPRIPQkGB4sHy7ziRgYKeEHCVLgMAzKSaxZD1uN50HYmao/s1600/1b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MYSt34Qq8LykN8Q0gfqAlRb7Xlur9IvKi6rKFUb7ZpiYLD6fhxP3JEDXD_gLesskCEV5lbfTtGYx7ypw7tFVheHXeBanzUPRIPQkGB4sHy7ziRgYKeEHCVLgMAzKSaxZD1uN50HYmao/s320/1b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608063552508988354&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Current events I have to look forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqui&#39;s Hen party&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Claire&#39;s Wedding party&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;James&#39;s Birthday&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Weekend in London with Dixie and Soph! Not seen either of them for nearly a year!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Vicki&#39;s Birthday and Party times&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Jacqui&#39;s Wedding&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Driving Test&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Our family home turning 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is lovely to know that I have things to look forward to and to think back about how much of an emotional mess I was last year, not every thing is healed, especially with the passing away of friends but it is all a little bit easier now. I have wonderful friends and an awesome family for all I am very greatful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon, Kanskje!&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8418484098698833360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-its-been-so-long-since-i-last-wrote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/8418484098698833360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/8418484098698833360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-its-been-so-long-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hz_qjuNSWL7CN0O2ntK2ISHLu45yNvcpJoAON-H8WoFrmTUDLhx2Yph_88EftOiftfaZXEFMn1GYqgv2plosoEVW19dRMacUn6VOMMFrAlDLSDTxExc22YwuH7e6tYUO1UKyn1M0HlI/s72-c/1c.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-1706019191208337997</id><published>2011-01-29T00:48:00.004+00:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:09:56.943+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Gma and hospitals.</title><content type='html'>Dum dum dum.&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m going to write a little post about my grandma/ hospitals. Gma for short, and that&#39;s what I normally call her when talking about her in a written format. She did also once sign some cards with Gma as her writing was deteriorating and Grandma was just a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;My Gma &lt;our... since=&quot;&quot; m=&quot;&quot; one=&quot;&quot; of=&quot;&quot; five=&quot;&quot; and=&quot;&quot; i=&quot;&quot; also=&quot;&quot; have=&quot;&quot; 3=&quot;&quot; first=&quot;&quot; cousins=&quot;&quot;&gt; was taken into hospital a few months ago. Think she had a stroke but they haven&#39;t specifically said that it was. She was up and down, then up and down, and now finally up again. She was always in her bed when she first went in, things from not being able to move to just being plain confused. And now she can walk a bit! She still needs a certain amount of care so it doesn&#39;t seem like she will be able to come home but rather be moved to a nursing home, instead of a hospital ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/our...&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;our... since=&quot;&quot; m=&quot;&quot; one=&quot;&quot; of=&quot;&quot; five=&quot;&quot; and=&quot;&quot; i=&quot;&quot; also=&quot;&quot; have=&quot;&quot; 3=&quot;&quot; first=&quot;&quot; cousins=&quot;&quot;&gt;While both my mum and Gma have recently been in hospital I&#39;ve learnt a few different random things. I have never worked in a hospital/care home so please don&#39;t take anything to heart if you do work in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Gma has now been in hospital for 3 months and has only had one shower. I find that shocking, I can understand nursing staff having to give her a bed bath when she can&#39;t move  and completely out of it, but having a bath or a shower once a week doesn&#39;t seem that hard. Surely its normal part of &#39;nursing&#39; people, especially ones that can not do it themselves? I just wonder how often people that can&#39;t physically wash themselves actually get a good proper wash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The food varies dramatically. I know you hear people complaining about hospital food all the time, I have only ever eaten cocoa pops in hospital so I have no personal experience. But the food varies from good to bad, from hot to cold, and generally tasteless, with also the order to which they are given to be varied. Food storage and sharing. So Gma was allowed to share biscuits but now she&#39;s not. Mum was allowed to store food like butter and Philadelphia in a fridge but she wasn&#39;t allowed to touch it and it had to be labelled. Fair I guess? Reduce cross infections etc between people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clothes! This is probably the most talked about thing with my Gma. And I know for a fact that most of the relatives of people on the ward go through similar things. Things that she wants from home and that the nursing staff say aren&#39;t there, only for us to turn up in the evening, open the door and it being in plain view. Ie.&#39;I need more vests.&#39; &#39;There&#39;s already 3 in there.&#39; &#39;Oh. They said they could find any.&#39; That is just a simple example. There&#39;s also the random things that pop up, weirdest thing being... a bag full of hair rolls (that were full of hair)! Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gma is quite funny at times too. We took her down to the cafe today for a hot chocolate. We could only find a wheelchair without feet rests. Which Gma soon pointed out was probably for people without feet. Great :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/our...&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;our... since=&quot;&quot; m=&quot;&quot; one=&quot;&quot; of=&quot;&quot; five=&quot;&quot; and=&quot;&quot; i=&quot;&quot; also=&quot;&quot; have=&quot;&quot; 3=&quot;&quot; first=&quot;&quot; cousins=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-232ydDkNis/TUNj9j9nqvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XUHYaC-WgnY/IMAG0216.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-232ydDkNis/TUNj9j9nqvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XUHYaC-WgnY/s400/IMAG0216.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/our...&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;our... since=&quot;&quot; m=&quot;&quot; one=&quot;&quot; of=&quot;&quot; five=&quot;&quot; and=&quot;&quot; i=&quot;&quot; also=&quot;&quot; have=&quot;&quot; 3=&quot;&quot; first=&quot;&quot; cousins=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gma is rather short so she has to have a special sized zimmer frame. Infact it is from the children&#39;s ward and its bright green. Love it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over and out.&lt;br /&gt;Bryonyruth Xx&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/our...&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1706019191208337997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/gma-and-hospitals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1706019191208337997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1706019191208337997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2011/01/gma-and-hospitals.html' title='Gma and hospitals.'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-232ydDkNis/TUNj9j9nqvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XUHYaC-WgnY/s72-c/IMAG0216.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-5127020921279929439</id><published>2011-01-27T13:05:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:08:49.674+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving... lesson one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-232ydDkNis/TUFtitee7mI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9107smHuUGw/2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-232ydDkNis/TUFtitee7mI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9107smHuUGw/s400/2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Driving lesson was ok. My instructor is really nice, he was born in turkey but brought up in hackney so he has a strong London accent. I&#39;m learning to drive in a fiat 500 its not so bad, controls wise. The gears are high up which is a bit weird but its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-232ydDkNis/TUFtjLmLntI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KJ8CHvvGrVE/1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-232ydDkNis/TUFtjLmLntI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KJ8CHvvGrVE/s400/1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was basically getting the car to move and stop. How hard! Haha. I only stalled a few times :P I was ok finding the biting point and moving, got better at actually stopping smoooothly. The only problem I had was I kept only putting the hand brake down about a cm so the car moved fine but it wasn&#39;t fully off so I kept getting told off a bit. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Heading home this weekend, which shall be nice. The Plowman is going swanning off around the world for a bit so she is having a little shindig. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Over and out for now. 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Can&#39;t sleep. Loads of things running through my head. I haven&#39;t posted a proper post in months. Not because I haven&#39;t wanted to, not because I haven&#39;t done things but mainly because my head has been working so I haven&#39;t needed to write stuff down. I haven&#39;t started writing again because my head is a mess, I have because I wanna. Lots of stuff has been happening. Hmm. Where to start? &lt;br/&gt; Current situation has changed completely to that in June etc. I now live in exeter with my lovely boyfriend. I am STILL currently unemployed and have been since I returned to the UK from Norway in July! Poo sticks. I started going out with my new boyfriend, who I will call Coyne, at the end of August. He was working in Ipswich at the time and I was at home in Wales with my parents. I met him while I was at university, he was in my second year geography tutorial class. There was a little something, butterflies or shyness etc, then but neither of us acted on it then because of different reasons of which I won&#39;t divulge....(I was on a relationship :P) anyway so time plodded on and following a few messages we decided to meet up in July when I was back home in Wales.  &lt;br/&gt; Fast forward a few months. Coyne got a new job in exeter, me and him discussed me moving down there with him. As we didn&#39;t want to spend anymore time apart and the current search for a job in south Wales was not going too great, we both swiftly took to the idea and we .moved down here at the end of November.  Coyne is just about settled into his job, the place that we live is nicest and we are slowly getting to know the area. I have applied to a good few jobs but have had no such luck recently. I have been rather useless with my job applications, the last month or so because of Christmas, and ofcourse that the general fact about sending millions of applications just to not even receive rejection notifications is... full on over poweringly depressing. I&#39;ve got back on it this week so fingers crossed I&#39;ll get something. &lt;br/&gt; Tomorrow I have my first driving lesson in over 5 years and I think this is primarily the reason why my head is spinning and I can&#39;t sleep. I&#39;ve got to the point that I&#39;m actually scared of driving. I know the theory behind driving a car, but the actual physical activity of doing it... we will see. When I was 16, I could not wait till I was 17 so I could learn to drive.17 came and went, 18 arrived and I finally sorted out my license. I had a few lessons and I went to uni, where I thought I&#39;d pick them up again, I didn&#39;t.4 years went past at uni, then I went to Norway for 10 months. Moved home and now... in January 2011... i am taking more lessons and I will get my driving license as soon as i can! &lt;br/&gt; Think I should have another attempt at sleeping now. Will write again soon. God bless. 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Varm opp ovnen til 150C/Gas2. Smør en 20cm rund eller en 18cm firkantet kakeform og legg bakepapir p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;å &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;bunnen og sidene av formen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;2. Sikt mel, salt, blandet krydder og kanel i en bolle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;3. Bland i smør og sukker i en stor bolle og bland i sukker, sirup, marmelade og vaniljeessens til lys og luftig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;4. Bland eggene litt om gangen bland så i mel, salt og krydder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;5. Legg til tørket frukt, blandet peel, glace kirsebær og mandler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;6. Ha blandingen over i formen og lag en liten grop i midten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;7. Stekes i ovnen i 3 timer og test med et spyd. Hvis den ikke er klar stek i opptil en time til, test hvert 20 minutt til spydet kommer ut rent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;8. Fjern fra ovnen og la avkjøles i formen i 15 minutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;9. Legg ut på en wire rack og avkjøl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;10. Når avkjølt, lag noen hull i kaken med et spyd og hell 3-4 ss brandy over. La brandy synke inn i kaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;11. Oppbevar kaken pakket i folie og i en lufttett boks eller plastcontainer, hull siden opp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;12. For en rik og fuktig kake, hell over et par spiseskjeer brandy hver uke til du er klar til glasur og dekorere kaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;13. For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;å&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt; pynte kaken, legg kaken på en kakeplate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;14. Bruk litt melis for hendene og benkeplate og kna marsipanen til den er myk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;15. Rull ut marsipanen å passe på kaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;16. Smør kaken med varmet aprikossyltetøy og sette marsipan på toppen og rundt kaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt; 17. Dekk kaken med et kjøkkenhåndkle og  la på et kjølig sted i minst en dag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;18. Rull ut glasur å passe på kaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;nb-NO&quot;&gt;19. Spre glasur over kaken. Dekorer med julepynt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/993352418392517231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/traditional-christmas-fruit-cake-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/993352418392517231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/993352418392517231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/11/traditional-christmas-fruit-cake-recipe.html' title='&lt;center&gt; Traditional Christmas fruit cake recipe in Norwegian. &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-8919699590940338917</id><published>2010-08-09T13:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:22:09.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eminem - Love The Way You Lie ft. Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;600&quot; height=&quot;365&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this song when I first heard it a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post it on here but the youtube videos kept getting removed etc so I had to wait for a video to come out. &lt;br /&gt;I also love this video too.&lt;br /&gt;xXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8919699590940338917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/eminem-love-way-you-lie-ft-rihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/8919699590940338917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/8919699590940338917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/eminem-love-way-you-lie-ft-rihanna.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Eminem - Love The Way You Lie ft. Rihanna&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-2060163322558295166</id><published>2010-08-05T09:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:17:33.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'> Big brother&#39;s wedding </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Soon heading off to England to start the sorting stuff in run up to the Wedding on Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;ღ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;I wish my Big brother and Eli all the happiness and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;in the world for their future together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;ღ&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrOUKGmZOoUs2V9p_CQeG_qQhP8P4BZ-AQOZaSXjq1ZwsA7jFfMqdwkb0o_PRxEHy45dQ2CYXJk7aeXFlCpf4oj1MaJVmrSiKJo8mnA6Z08PWfyprDI0ORgkj2Sr24NF7kx7PBVlN31I/s1600/8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrOUKGmZOoUs2V9p_CQeG_qQhP8P4BZ-AQOZaSXjq1ZwsA7jFfMqdwkb0o_PRxEHy45dQ2CYXJk7aeXFlCpf4oj1MaJVmrSiKJo8mnA6Z08PWfyprDI0ORgkj2Sr24NF7kx7PBVlN31I/s320/8.jpg&quot; 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Welcome to the family, Eli! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2060163322558295166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-brothers-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2060163322558295166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2060163322558295166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-brothers-wedding.html' title='&lt;center&gt; Big brother&#39;s wedding &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrOUKGmZOoUs2V9p_CQeG_qQhP8P4BZ-AQOZaSXjq1ZwsA7jFfMqdwkb0o_PRxEHy45dQ2CYXJk7aeXFlCpf4oj1MaJVmrSiKJo8mnA6Z08PWfyprDI0ORgkj2Sr24NF7kx7PBVlN31I/s72-c/8.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-5241257264262069511</id><published>2010-07-29T15:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:06:34.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My breakfast date with the Suz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I thought I would write a bit about my wonderful morning that I had with Suz! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-6j-iHUoBy0hcJVeLbFktn0tTphI7EcUSajJ93saT46pZZTOsD_v561gC9xg1cf9xpEoetX2kPmzR_4RGRPcpCKNV4Xe_VjiLwv0bMlJgPzAhUqqpPJOUYTNerOg0Yki2PB_k17nn8g/s1600/100_3502.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-6j-iHUoBy0hcJVeLbFktn0tTphI7EcUSajJ93saT46pZZTOsD_v561gC9xg1cf9xpEoetX2kPmzR_4RGRPcpCKNV4Xe_VjiLwv0bMlJgPzAhUqqpPJOUYTNerOg0Yki2PB_k17nn8g/s400/100_3502.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499341387518732658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to go for breakfast this morning, last night. I was a little late having a bath etc this morning so I left the house a bit later than hoped but managed to make it to meet Suz at just gone 11. She was sat on a bench facing out towards to the sea. Looking beautiful as always, playing on her phone, wearing a wonderful straw hat and with head phones in. So we headed for breakfast......&lt;span style=&quot;display: block;&quot; id=&quot;formatbar_Buttons&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;down&quot; style=&quot;display: block;&quot; id=&quot;formatbar_JustifyCenter&quot; title=&quot;Align Centre&quot; onmouseover=&quot;ButtonHoverOn(this);&quot; onmouseout=&quot;ButtonHoverOff(this);&quot; onmouseup=&quot;&quot; onmousedown=&quot;CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton(&#39;richeditorframe&#39;, this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Align Centre&quot; class=&quot;gl_align_center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Mini breakfasts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Without tomatoes or beans but with extra hash brown. With baked beans. BEANS.  Mochas. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like black pudding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Lets try it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;CHEERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clanging forks together as we both try a little of our black pudding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Hmm not sure. Shovelling beans into my mouth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Æsj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Nomnomnomnomnom. Laughing. Talking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Sex.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Naughties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Boys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Exs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Stories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;&quot; &gt;Details.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; Taking a sip of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;mocha&lt;/span&gt; only to basically spit it out while laughing but failing to so... it coming out of my nose, and only knowing it came out of my nose because I checked the tissue I used to cover my face! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;. Thinking about juice. Walking.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;ICEBLASTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Tarmac beach. Sitting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Laughing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Talking. Posing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;Jumping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;uddenly remembering a thing I needed to show Suz. Heading to my house. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;GAPYAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Laughing. Dog barking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Dancing. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;540&quot; height=&quot;285&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/eKFjWR7X5dU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/eKFjWR7X5dU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;540&quot; height=&quot;285&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a great morning! For a number of reasons :) But it was missing ONE HUGE FACTOR the lady that is V!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx BryonyRuth xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5241257264262069511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-breakfast-date-with-suz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/5241257264262069511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/5241257264262069511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-breakfast-date-with-suz.html' title='&lt;center&gt;My breakfast date with the Suz.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-6j-iHUoBy0hcJVeLbFktn0tTphI7EcUSajJ93saT46pZZTOsD_v561gC9xg1cf9xpEoetX2kPmzR_4RGRPcpCKNV4Xe_VjiLwv0bMlJgPzAhUqqpPJOUYTNerOg0Yki2PB_k17nn8g/s72-c/100_3502.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-7887157736076485062</id><published>2010-07-28T09:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:55:04.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'> Cheating, relationships, breakups and commitment? </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;style type=&quot;text/css&quot;&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;People can not help but put them selves in situations in which they can get &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;. It is human nature to try and do things that make you &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, or things that you think will make you happy &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;in the end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;After a break up there are a number of different &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; one can feel. I did a number of things to avoid letting myself getting hurt even more, but this took me a while. My most recent break up lasted just over a month, mainly because A was &#39;unsure&#39; about what he was feeling and such, I put the unsure in &#39;&#39; because I think it was more about being scared of &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt; me, as opposed to not knowing whether he loved me or not. I can say a lot about the uncertainty of being in love in someone. I removed A from facebook, including all of his family and friends. Stopped looking at his blog. Stopped spamming anything that I could look at to know what he was up to and it did infact make me feel a lot better and I found things much &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; to move forward. Then Gav died. Everything that I knew, felt, understood etc got thrown up in the air. I just lay on D&#39;s bed, crying, saying that I needed A. I really did &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; him. I needed the support of someone that knew me that well. Since then I get urges of wanting A, knowing that he is the only one that knows me that way. Getting close to people, another issue with &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;break ups&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The main cause of &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;uncertainty &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;(I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is due to a matter of &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;, and whether one can see the other person in their future. By commitment I do not mean a proposal of &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; nor do I mean living with someone, I mean whether someone is willing to stick with the same person through the thick and thin of a &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;, through the hard times and through the bad times and the far away times. I was in a &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;long distance&lt;/span&gt; relationship for a just under two years and we both stuck with it for that long, even though there were times where my life would have been a lot easier if I had given up, or found someone in Wales, or told A that I just wanted us to be friends. But neither of us wanted that then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt; Any one that knows me at all will know that I was not so &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt; in my previous relationships and one can say yes, it is because I am a cheating bastard that will never be faithful, ie once a cheater always a cheater but that said, in my eyes it is a matter of commitment. I am in  &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;NO way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; condoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;cheating&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;cheating bastards&lt;/span&gt; that do things a lot worse. I never got with any one while I was with A, I did have a number of chances to but I had found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with so I did not want to spoil it by doing a stupid thing like kissing/sleeping with someone else. I will never cheat again as it is not worth the hassle and the guilt, it is better to be &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt; and open about everything that one is feeling, even if it causes others pain, it is an easier pain to deal with than the pain of being cheated on, as long as you are honest. Everyone has urges or the feelings that they would like to be with another person than the person that they are with. Anyone that says they do not feel attracted to other people while in a relationship is lying. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Plain and simple&lt;/span&gt;. In relationships I had no problem sitting in a café and discussing with my boyfriend about which of the two waitresses was hotter. Not saying I would act upon anything discussed, but being open about feelings is easier to sort than lies, even if the other person gets stupid jealous or something. When I was in my last year of Uni, I was living with JMP and in a long distance relationship with A. Bearing in mind that JMP is the boyfriend that I cheated on to get with A, me and JMP are pretty good friends. JMP blames A, whereas I know it was me that instigated everything and I was the one in the wrong. I went to blooming &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Norway&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway, anything that happened with JMP, ie him coming into my room, him laying on my bed or us going to subway, I told A about as I knew there was nothing for him to worry about but I wanted to clarify it, all the time, which I think annoyed him. So being oblivious is also something that people want, when they trust you, they do not need to know all the details of meetings with friends/ex&#39;s, as long as there is nothing is hide. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is never the same after a relationship, but I have tried my hardest to keep a good friendship between me and all of my ex&#39;s and continue to do so. This is more amplified with Gav&#39;s death, you never know when you are going to loose someone from your life so what is the point in keeping &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;grudges&lt;/span&gt; and spreading &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;, sadness or anything else nasty.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Forgiveness is there for a reason, I just wish people could/would do it more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You will always put yourself in positions that get you &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;, one way or another. So what is the point in trying to&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; protect&lt;/span&gt; oneself from it? Take life by the horns and run with whatever you feel in that &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Happiness and Sadness come together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Love. Hate. Pain. Passion. Anger. Aching. Happiness. Tingles. Missing. Forgiveness. Butterflies. Needing. Falling head over heels in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;It is always better to do things than to regret them after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Again, my feelings and thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If you do not agree at least try and see things from other peoples point of views.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;BryonyRuth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7887157736076485062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheating-relationships-breakups-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/7887157736076485062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/7887157736076485062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheating-relationships-breakups-and.html' title='&lt;center&gt; Cheating, relationships, breakups and commitment? &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-6756171482908948771</id><published>2010-07-26T12:33:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:35:46.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The days within July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is just a little post about the things I have been up to during July. Not really interesting and its more of a little journal for me, but still May have missed out some events and I am truely sorry if I have forgotten to include something/someone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The first of July I woke up in Wales after a rather emotional end to June. Spent the next 8 days travelling across Europe with my parents and baby brother. See previous blogs for photos and details :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Home, back in Wales/UK and the events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Saturday the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Party at V&#39;s. Rose wine. Best friends. New friends. Pretending to have sex. Laughter. Motorcycles. Drawing on each other. Beach. Skinny dipping. Rain. Broken bones. Pyjamas. Duvets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOsaVXn85Mw33Z9h85J_ihyphenhyphenYF9xGY-znOt1rbvAdMam1dTPFxBryKcmlMRljU9GWEDOCYAUgLUSk1Mg8Yeed_anwtnZZyxqQanZaYl0ndCQWvezC2vMlZw-zE9znjSx_OeTmFuw-y8Uc/s1600/DSCF0088.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOsaVXn85Mw33Z9h85J_ihyphenhyphenYF9xGY-znOt1rbvAdMam1dTPFxBryKcmlMRljU9GWEDOCYAUgLUSk1Mg8Yeed_anwtnZZyxqQanZaYl0ndCQWvezC2vMlZw-zE9znjSx_OeTmFuw-y8Uc/s320/DSCF0088.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498180647857928002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Best friends! Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTq5_6P9_OPTsI8zRy6q55QESS_1Nir1QAqhstDsPtOgqj_ei6x2ridvSn3MiVwt649tBS-orfgyr06R_mGcUYIw6mP4rN4JUuFcKPHfqyWZSt9bPhf3gw7WYJRjm10U7_ehj0Uqij4g/s1600/DSCF0105.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTq5_6P9_OPTsI8zRy6q55QESS_1Nir1QAqhstDsPtOgqj_ei6x2ridvSn3MiVwt649tBS-orfgyr06R_mGcUYIw6mP4rN4JUuFcKPHfqyWZSt9bPhf3gw7WYJRjm10U7_ehj0Uqij4g/s400/DSCF0105.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498184484071730306&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Cartwheel times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj_qGcGf_cFIBCHj9YkYUnCdmvi3fMAkypgYrgzgVEOWfF7BYUFFFs_CRs_s6ppPndvgaGpex1urQf3k2jyRXWz62bD4g6jcWn7Zchw-D20yIhJzYwfc2GgW4vQz5TZQE5oP34P6gbqQ/s1600/100_3293.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj_qGcGf_cFIBCHj9YkYUnCdmvi3fMAkypgYrgzgVEOWfF7BYUFFFs_CRs_s6ppPndvgaGpex1urQf3k2jyRXWz62bD4g6jcWn7Zchw-D20yIhJzYwfc2GgW4vQz5TZQE5oP34P6gbqQ/s320/100_3293.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498182412760445570&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;New friends! Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;best&gt;&lt;slacking&gt;&lt;/slacking&gt;&lt;/best&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;naked&gt;&lt;/naked&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Monday the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Spent some time with V and Bec. Went to the hospital. Waiting. Laughing. Broken bones. Texting. Homeward bound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuKHqrAfVxYY59xwXpHgVp676oOTtjhJn_IQOADv3JCzjJup-8PlZBIsmsU7Jwwepn8FRvsEMODesik0PfSaEyriRlJy2JC72-s9OQeCoMbkzmKPv4OENXyegPrNMxvKVWTQh98wppns/s1600/100_3297.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuKHqrAfVxYY59xwXpHgVp676oOTtjhJn_IQOADv3JCzjJup-8PlZBIsmsU7Jwwepn8FRvsEMODesik0PfSaEyriRlJy2JC72-s9OQeCoMbkzmKPv4OENXyegPrNMxvKVWTQh98wppns/s320/100_3297.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498182417730292162&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Hosptial times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;v&gt;&lt;/v&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tuesday the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Lunch with JP. Nomnomnom. Food. Naps. Cooking. Best friends. Laughing. Chicken. Cheese cake. 16 and pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AN3-Av548u1wmd1o1soxskjz4yA7pml5M00TUA9hTG4iSU12F878FrtshK8-RiclkEgtbtb92VpP9YuSiXzNsLMfwiOePzT6S7zgYcSFx29T6rTc9BhCYIKIkNbSQx-P-9Go5tRkbMI/s1600/100_3312.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AN3-Av548u1wmd1o1soxskjz4yA7pml5M00TUA9hTG4iSU12F878FrtshK8-RiclkEgtbtb92VpP9YuSiXzNsLMfwiOePzT6S7zgYcSFx29T6rTc9BhCYIKIkNbSQx-P-9Go5tRkbMI/s400/100_3312.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498189380499770962&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Thursday the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Up the shop with my big sister. Flowers. Coffee. Crowns. Peanut butter on toast. Burning. Van. Riding in the back of the van.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRZOxKVngYrnEzUWInlLFHFRPHJt2HwDADaAhBhTIYdxeq0jOe8mV3q5_pReDaYHQRkUBQpYJ5y03rQTG523Xp9p46vtMUcVzMyKeFffzByJ20l7QSHBSh2rJWi7uc5RVx1FcNb4I_jg/s1600/100_3317.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRZOxKVngYrnEzUWInlLFHFRPHJt2HwDADaAhBhTIYdxeq0jOe8mV3q5_pReDaYHQRkUBQpYJ5y03rQTG523Xp9p46vtMUcVzMyKeFffzByJ20l7QSHBSh2rJWi7uc5RVx1FcNb4I_jg/s320/100_3317.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498182427613454690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Crown times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Friday the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Spending time with V. Day time telly. Trisha. Laughing. Talking. LOVE my best friend!! Jess&#39;s. Meeting Baby B.... at last! Talking. Catch ups. Breast milk. Other. Home. Food. Pub. Brother. Cider. Old friends. New friends. Chips. Cheese. Drunkness. Talking. Sleeping. Waking. Sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BkOUS6N1JscEcdbzMcKKWoPbnKrGTfGbBfil_s0FHufOJiXdXvb4fDEI0_CQ1BVALwH_YHdnYg7tC6x9EO-ggAxpKiNHjrKrA98Pu8_Cjpz7zS77xNzSbqLbV69gNLBWWwJJn6cQ7vg/s1600/100_3348.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BkOUS6N1JscEcdbzMcKKWoPbnKrGTfGbBfil_s0FHufOJiXdXvb4fDEI0_CQ1BVALwH_YHdnYg7tC6x9EO-ggAxpKiNHjrKrA98Pu8_Cjpz7zS77xNzSbqLbV69gNLBWWwJJn6cQ7vg/s320/100_3348.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498182439481496578&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Pub times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;hands&gt;&lt;/hands&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Saturday the 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Stress. Shopping. Arguing. Slowness. Food. Clothes. Meeting my sister and Cat in Culver house cross. Driving. Changing in the car. Lost. Lanes. On the verge of crying! Parking. Seeing old friends. Meeting new friends. Fosters. Tents. Candles. Fire. Paddling pool. Vodka. Squash. Spoons. Cards. Music. Cwtches. Sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Monday the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Lunch with Jac and T. Waiting. Lateness. Food. Talking. Giggles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQV_-GynGmsUBXyEaaLqLH6yXsxUjdyyH6uQCo4hyphenhyphenRe0miKrSq3kP2vTpv4SQK-Ule95SdIH0PYTR_fFypbB0Z6cPBC9eUvuVYi7PbjqnnYPvktzZw9_3MHuACA7LxV4oK7_ey9gNkgcg/s1600/100_3363.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQV_-GynGmsUBXyEaaLqLH6yXsxUjdyyH6uQCo4hyphenhyphenRe0miKrSq3kP2vTpv4SQK-Ule95SdIH0PYTR_fFypbB0Z6cPBC9eUvuVYi7PbjqnnYPvktzZw9_3MHuACA7LxV4oK7_ey9gNkgcg/s400/100_3363.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498184493390482690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Ginger car ness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;jac&gt;&lt;/jac&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tuesday the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Slacking. Organising. Packing. Butterflies. Travelling. Cardiff. Good friends. Hotels. Changing. Wine. Food. Good times. Talking. Laughing. Realising how drunk I get from VERY little wine, STILL. More wine. Hotel. Talking. Sleeping........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Wednesday the 21&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sleeping. Slacking. Showering. Packing. Breakfast. Talking. Religion. Shopping. Trying on bras for the wedding. 3 hours later..... Air bra! Not saying good bye. Travelling home. Guide touring. Lala. Cooking. Muchos talking with parents. Tv. Late night Tesco visits. Sleeping in separate rooms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Thursday the 22&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Slacking. Coffee making. Washing clothes. Huge breakfasts. Talking. Laughing. Saying things you should not when eating. Walking. Talking. Gardening. Tortoises. Walking. School. Home. Bus. Meeting D!!!!!! Talking. Walking. Bus. Home. Chinese. Eating. Talking. Slacking. Showers. Baths. Tv. Anchorman. All of us falling asleep half way through the film. Waking up. Settling in bed. Sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Friday the 23&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Waking up. Slacking. Talking. Sorting. Slacking again. Finally leaving for &#39;breakfast&#39; just after 12. Eating. Talking. Laughing. Ice cream. Tarmac beach. Rocks. Fish. Sea Anemone. Home. Sorting. Bus. Train. Saying bye and leaving a train. Sad times. Cardiff. Shopping. Talking. Dresses. Marks and Spencers. Food. Talking. Walking. Waiting. Sitting. Saying Bye to D! More sad times. But next time I see her will be in Tromsø!! So exciting times to come! Train. Waiting for Daddy. Home. Food. Slack. Bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqF9mN5snDfIsDrqCQtcqkJxjQebFRnol59-nJ251lhVORxmFzOxtc1MRYTOpAs7OS1W9YDmBGBPvgEjtUsYk3vpD1cR9_4FyWnGcutqcY1cBX5bC_0f-6-GZqN7L0KcodjjajK_yRSws/s1600/100_3411.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqF9mN5snDfIsDrqCQtcqkJxjQebFRnol59-nJ251lhVORxmFzOxtc1MRYTOpAs7OS1W9YDmBGBPvgEjtUsYk3vpD1cR9_4FyWnGcutqcY1cBX5bC_0f-6-GZqN7L0KcodjjajK_yRSws/s320/100_3411.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498186029536066994&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Anx4Xpsj9Ndlwx2j2zdBSVJlHgcz5QPdea7qVPBHiYEWjArOMEyT7q0Woqp_6_cNczENZ2pkmBqS_SrVmjp9ONIPF4-ZhZTVHmT0uxX1rCYH_jMdaSuhjXsKlQmcgXHAuxKJhFHdLUI/s1600/100_3426.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Anx4Xpsj9Ndlwx2j2zdBSVJlHgcz5QPdea7qVPBHiYEWjArOMEyT7q0Woqp_6_cNczENZ2pkmBqS_SrVmjp9ONIPF4-ZhZTVHmT0uxX1rCYH_jMdaSuhjXsKlQmcgXHAuxKJhFHdLUI/s320/100_3426.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498187775167349906&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Saturday the 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Packing. Sorting. Travelling. Waiting. Trying on Bridesmaid dresses. Talking. Home. Making conversation. Getting ready. Sainsburys. House. Wine. Beer. Cider. Bubbley. Babies. Games. Willies. Food. Talking. Laughing. Cakes. Home. Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpeO6zNtXRPvMSaO_8S9_j_8q2NvczPNMeA29bjdjj4dMIOGrcY2a5prZWPsk8tRJL5ISgSZK5OSEe85tCBIWYyZ9lo-WKUgbv7ZZQufQMfXtH_0hFKQGHmSmG3BhDAMMXHfMw1nd7Oo/s1600/100_3434.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpeO6zNtXRPvMSaO_8S9_j_8q2NvczPNMeA29bjdjj4dMIOGrcY2a5prZWPsk8tRJL5ISgSZK5OSEe85tCBIWYyZ9lo-WKUgbv7ZZQufQMfXtH_0hFKQGHmSmG3BhDAMMXHfMw1nd7Oo/s320/100_3434.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498186050058778946&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UkkTmBNbvs2Sqmr1keqvjke_46XzlWhdtO4kfaCBQVxif3oBFpAxr3kRNAHuFfKU1HdTF5e7VRA85FFSPJv4mZ-lxWgS-kP3JanIGuH1vOb-azYDQqt9AZPxrdm3F-eB1-3gP4uTR5c/s1600/100_3435.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UkkTmBNbvs2Sqmr1keqvjke_46XzlWhdtO4kfaCBQVxif3oBFpAxr3kRNAHuFfKU1HdTF5e7VRA85FFSPJv4mZ-lxWgS-kP3JanIGuH1vOb-azYDQqt9AZPxrdm3F-eB1-3gP4uTR5c/s320/100_3435.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498187777770907890&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday the 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Sleeping till 11.30! Breakfast. Croissants. Jam. Talking. Slacking. Wedding talk. Seating plans. Transport. BBQ. Food. Talking. Babies. Car. Music. Home. Slacking. 3 hour phone calls! :D Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And here I am, on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. Only a few days left of July in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Wonder what the following days will bring :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; I  love all the new people I have met and have thoroughly enjoyed catching  up with other old friends, either being from school or from uni or  other, and still plenty more I need to have a catch up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6756171482908948771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-just-little-post-about-things-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/6756171482908948771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/6756171482908948771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-just-little-post-about-things-i.html' title='&lt;center&gt;The days within July 2010&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOsaVXn85Mw33Z9h85J_ihyphenhyphenYF9xGY-znOt1rbvAdMam1dTPFxBryKcmlMRljU9GWEDOCYAUgLUSk1Mg8Yeed_anwtnZZyxqQanZaYl0ndCQWvezC2vMlZw-zE9znjSx_OeTmFuw-y8Uc/s72-c/DSCF0088.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-1067003589077936</id><published>2010-07-24T09:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:50:57.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Newport (Ymerodraeth State of Mind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;By now the majority of people must have heard or seen this but I thought I would pop it up on here for the people that have not.&lt;br /&gt;Me, T and James were in the car on the way home from a late night visit to tesco for snacks and this song came on the radio. Me and T fell in love instantly. Amazing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/aNfbX6uvA6s&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/aNfbX6uvA6s&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;More blog posts will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth xx&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1067003589077936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/newport-ymerodraeth-state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1067003589077936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1067003589077936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/newport-ymerodraeth-state-of-mind.html' title='Newport (Ymerodraeth State of Mind)'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-2321830965021641883</id><published>2010-07-20T09:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:03:43.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I have been writing posts but not putting any of them up.&lt;br /&gt;I can not seem to write much recently, which frustrates me a lot. I also have not had much time to myself, not for me to sit down and write anyway. There will be more. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a little post of little links. Some of them are rather old and you may have already seen them. But Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Click the shiney links below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2010/jul/14/teenage-angler-5lb-goldfish-dorset&quot;&gt;Big F**KING Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-10635796&quot;&gt;Clouds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.newsinenglish.no/2010/07/19/norwegians-among-worlds-happiest/&quot;&gt;Norway... I wannnnnnnna go back!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nextnature.net/2010/05/norwegian-boy-saves-sister-from-moose-attack-with-world-of-warcraft-skills/&quot;&gt;Wow Skills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/jul/12/charlie-booker-twilights-unscary-monsters&quot;&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/10401345&quot;&gt;Horsehead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cracked.com/article_18571_5-reasons-its-still-not-cool-to-admit-youre-gamer.html&quot;&gt;Gaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;540&quot; height=&quot;285&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uLTIowBF0kE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uLTIowBF0kE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;540&quot; height=&quot;285&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2321830965021641883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/misc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2321830965021641883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2321830965021641883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/misc.html' title='Misc.'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-3061090479377543119</id><published>2010-07-06T21:29:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:22:16.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;The plan =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Oslo – England – Wales – England – France – Belgium – Netherlands – Germany – Denmark – Norway – Sweden – Denmark – Germany – Netherlands – Belgium – France – England – Wales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last night in Oslo was pretty awesome. Simple but totally made me not want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Beach.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; Friends.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; Ducks.&lt;/span&gt;ღ. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Laughing.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; Volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; Pain.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; Awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; Falling asleep within seconds.&lt;/span&gt;ღ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to bruise my arms and knuckles quite badly while &#39;playing&#39; volleyball (Not that visible but blooming painful), enough that I thought I had broken something especially when I woke up :p Thos said It didnt look like I had. Being dramatic is fun sometimes. Left Oslo on a flight at something past 9 in the morning on 29th of June. Left the house a little past 6 in the morning to get a bus from Lysaker to Torp to catch my flight. Slow ass bus journey but because I was so tired it went rather fast. Passing in and out of sleep and sending a number of texts to certain people let me forget the time. Flight was normal. Was sat next to a Norwegian couple, they asked me if I spoke Norwegian, I said a little which led to awkward moments of my slowness. It was all good though, I enjoy being able to understand people even if it does take me a little bit more time than others :) Got into Stansted, walked rather slowly and sat down outside the arrivals bit and sent my parents a message. &#39;Are you guys able to pick me up?&#39; Yes. It is completely unlike me to not have arranged all of the stuff I was going to do, but since I had only booked my flights the night night before I had not even told my parents really what time I was landing or anything. Thankfully Dad was on his way already and so I was not sat there long. Then the long journey home to Wales. Me and Dad agreed not to get food until we got to about Reading services. (Never mention Reading services to my mother as she then goes into a rant about human prostitution and trafficking) At the services we popped into &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;M and S&lt;/span&gt; to get our lunch, which was sandwiches and other bits of bobs. I had a chicken and stuffing sandwich. Very British. And veldig NOM! First time I had been in a proper shop in Britain in 6 months, found people actually speaking English very surreal :P I know I do not speak much Norwegian while in Norway and the majority of my friends in Oslo are in fact English, but it still feels completely different to being in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next next day was the 30th of June. My first day back in Wales. Can not physically get out of bed. Flu! Got up and staggered down the stairs to go to the toilet. I was so weak I could barely flush the toilet. Climbed back into bed and slept for as long as possible before I had to get up to get ready for Gav&#39;s funeral. Bath was good, though I had to clean the bath before running the water. Dressed and searched my room for the cross that Gav had given me for a birthday present. Had a bit of an emotional break down as it took me a while to find it. Went downstairs to find my parents and wait for Spam to arrive. Do not particularly want to talk about the funeral stuff. Amazing guy. Wonderful send off. I wrote in my previous blog what happened for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Road trip.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Thursday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house at 7.30, was meant to be 6.30 but my family are not the most organised people. Drove towards Dover. Me and Flea slept most of the way. Dover – time was short we got on the ferry just in time..... France. Drive drive drive. Headed to Belgium. Tried to find the hotel but the satnav sent us round and round in circles so took us a while. Bowie had already arrived at the hotel before we had! Finally found it, got changed a little and headed to my Dad&#39;s friends place for food etc. Really lovely. And my gosh he has a lot of instruments! Hahaha. Good fun! Bag pipes an all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRBUO25nfIT1W3rKAQSozmJ2m_DVtQWISU2UAkdC-gkSg06H_0SO9cAhkQTUTilyFZNjnLckY3y5H4k6N8SSjTEnvgaw9g9zWvZKN1J7Ac8jt2nCd0PBc9snGlMJGKrCvJMMBDKmz7QI/s1600/DSCF3384.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRBUO25nfIT1W3rKAQSozmJ2m_DVtQWISU2UAkdC-gkSg06H_0SO9cAhkQTUTilyFZNjnLckY3y5H4k6N8SSjTEnvgaw9g9zWvZKN1J7Ac8jt2nCd0PBc9snGlMJGKrCvJMMBDKmz7QI/s320/DSCF3384.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490897939677872546&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pic&gt;Think Bowie had a good introduction to my weird family :) Headed home and said bye bye to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling from Belgium to Germany via Netherlands. Long ass car trip. Over 35 degrees but thankfully we have Aircon in the car :) Stopped over in Hannover for a little walk and a wander. Caught the last ish bit of the Netherlands Brazil game :P Iz nice. Went to a cute little café where the people barely spoke English and none of us speak any German really, so it was fun ordering :) I had banana beer stuff and a cake with strawberries and almonds on. Nomnom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneoiEjA7tdGmS8WkGfYPaxMExZ3AMCxD04Dv5x3KmZD0ceQ7Z6N65Scb5KXPoW_HhUDVG7PAdv4uZNfHDbD1ybOGboW4Ae_o_b-w23gcig68wzMUHog2pf0jNRRN9qZbHn0WU6TaQMZ8/s1600/100_2834.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneoiEjA7tdGmS8WkGfYPaxMExZ3AMCxD04Dv5x3KmZD0ceQ7Z6N65Scb5KXPoW_HhUDVG7PAdv4uZNfHDbD1ybOGboW4Ae_o_b-w23gcig68wzMUHog2pf0jNRRN9qZbHn0WU6TaQMZ8/s320/100_2834.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490898449335811570&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pic&gt;Then went back to the car and headed towards Hamburg. We did not have time to do anything there, just needed to find a hotel for the night. Found at rather nice hotel, and we got a little discount too :D&lt;br /&gt;Amazing German to English translations for fire instructions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyjjnsNIMp2dFhFXzpDNSRr580DH9heWKRAzSQZffECkbyPCgVMseX1awW7Dp5GF5FdjvCG0nPhYcIdexmAmsbupQD8IRt6k0_WhYZaupEKvKlYmyrF79GLeowlxx3_qSsa_wa4RePnw/s1600/100_2846.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyjjnsNIMp2dFhFXzpDNSRr580DH9heWKRAzSQZffECkbyPCgVMseX1awW7Dp5GF5FdjvCG0nPhYcIdexmAmsbupQD8IRt6k0_WhYZaupEKvKlYmyrF79GLeowlxx3_qSsa_wa4RePnw/s320/100_2846.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490898777651409394&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pic&gt;Fooooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04XjSg-Nur276i8M_PkhZVUtQLH2frIgaFoU7my13mQyQ4bwX4tIpg6HRBYFhIA4LLzvtdFjqhnsVUo0GL2ZSSVHx2hnaCiWixZ7BHBlh6kG32sDHe5sa-7oCm0BOkXEZHHI1O6IDPAw/s1600/100_2853.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04XjSg-Nur276i8M_PkhZVUtQLH2frIgaFoU7my13mQyQ4bwX4tIpg6HRBYFhIA4LLzvtdFjqhnsVUo0GL2ZSSVHx2hnaCiWixZ7BHBlh6kG32sDHe5sa-7oCm0BOkXEZHHI1O6IDPAw/s320/100_2853.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490899685751410530&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Hamburg to Denmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Haderstav to meet my Aunts Dad. Nice and everything except he does not speak any English, only Danish. And I speak basic Norwegian. Which led to me trying to translate but also looking rather confused a lot of the time, although I was not as confused as my parents and brother. Love how when British people do not speak someone else&#39;s language (Which is a VERY British thing anyway :P) we just do this thing where we speak English REALLY loudly and think people will understand us better :P We then drove on to Frederikshavn for the night as we were catching the ferry to Oslo in the morning. Stayed in a nice hotel with free internet. Always the thing I look for with a hotel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Denmark to Oslo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up early to get the ferry to Oslo. 8 hour boat trip. Long asssssssssssssssssssss. We did not have a cabin as because of Gavin&#39;s funeral the trip was delayed by a few days so ferry reservations were changed and it cost more to include cabins. It did not matter. Slacked a lot of the time in the restaurant area, on my laptop or reading or talking or just not doing much of interest. For the last 2/3 hours I went up on the top deck to watch the ship coming into the Oslo Fjord. BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD0u_tgoFRu4IoLFT1ErCDFpvOs-9usxNRsvDES5m0_V_Eu-hYi934x8hjUd7uHOoDWx7u4pBHwI-IRhiU704Kh-CmHLqdseEtgdJCPqIH0wGUM_akHrYupV2Xt_qAi5PrHnqyqdnYCY/s1600/100_2942.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD0u_tgoFRu4IoLFT1ErCDFpvOs-9usxNRsvDES5m0_V_Eu-hYi934x8hjUd7uHOoDWx7u4pBHwI-IRhiU704Kh-CmHLqdseEtgdJCPqIH0wGUM_akHrYupV2Xt_qAi5PrHnqyqdnYCY/s400/100_2942.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490901543749684098&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pic&gt;So many reasons why I do not want to leave Norway! I love it so much, just the winter is not something I look forward to. The winter is just a little bit too long, but as soon as Spring comes you forget. So I dunno. As soon as we got off the ferry headed to collect my stuff from the house and see the family for the last time before I leave. I have a lot of stuff. Full car and full roof box :D Was so nice to see the family again, I had missed them a LOT and it had only been a week :( I will go back to see them real soon! And a number of other people still in Oslo/Norway. Next mission Tromsø to see D when she moves up there, will incorporate that with a trip to Hammerfest to see a few people too :D Once everything was packed and we had said our Good byes we headed back into Oslo to the place my Dad had booked for the night. I loved it. Bizarre. But wonderful :P in a weird way. Was not quite sure what to think of it to be honest. But we were only there for the night so I did not need to form much of a judgement. We went for our evening meal in a near by Indian. Lovely :) Afterwards went for a wander down towards Aker brygge before my parents and Flea headed back to the hotel. I met up with a friend and had a lovely little late night walk and talk. All the way round from Aker Brygge to the Opera house, down past the prostitutes (Not quite :P), through Oslo, past the Palace and up to where I was staying. Little walk through sprinklers and some rain too. Was super nice. Sad sad sad times about leaving Oslo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Monday –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Oslo to G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;teborg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Oslo. Not nice. But meh. Happens. Headed to Sweden. Arrived in Göteborg quite early, checked into the hotel and headed out for a look around the city. We went down to the sea and Mum wanted to go look at the Military boats that are there. Spent a while doing that. Rather funny, as me and Theo did silly things :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_A-qSynqFt_imCxCkxrRJpJRZOHzwNQFG92RgXzE3rP4fI7UxcflR4B3awdUGnG9kicxabclYCsX2o9uC1xz0_asMUXyalDt_YR5BCQHj8vjuL3RndqZcxWvrlPL9sr-8mWVd3nL7OIw/s1600/100_2998.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_A-qSynqFt_imCxCkxrRJpJRZOHzwNQFG92RgXzE3rP4fI7UxcflR4B3awdUGnG9kicxabclYCsX2o9uC1xz0_asMUXyalDt_YR5BCQHj8vjuL3RndqZcxWvrlPL9sr-8mWVd3nL7OIw/s320/100_2998.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490903953184601554&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pic&gt;Me and Theo then went on the big wheel thing. After that finished we found Mum and Dad, went back to the hotel and got ready to go out for food. Found somewhere that seemed ok. Did Greek and Persian food. Me and Flea chose to have Sprite but the mixer was not working so even though we tried to explain that we both got two drinks that were just carbonated water :/ Yea.... thanks. Which Dad then paid for later...... Sillllllly. The walk back to the hotel was beautiful. The sky was an awesome colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8DL3L1hff4qT3YArY9hmBuU8QpsuETLsN_6pqa-7P19lqfkotb-7sHJSMIL3dqM31g0oiPdozlq-qYEO9xlkeo6vZtDbcsWPHhyq14TXb71iBiu2Bwcn3PNhUpshkrF-vlseAr6hn3k/s1600/100_3031.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8DL3L1hff4qT3YArY9hmBuU8QpsuETLsN_6pqa-7P19lqfkotb-7sHJSMIL3dqM31g0oiPdozlq-qYEO9xlkeo6vZtDbcsWPHhyq14TXb71iBiu2Bwcn3PNhUpshkrF-vlseAr6hn3k/s320/100_3031.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490904360959010754&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pic&gt;Late night again. Need to learn to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tuesday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;teborg to Halmstad to Malm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; to Copenhagen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep again. Sat on MY puter for a while in the morning. Added some photos to facebook. I have sååååå many :P Got into the car. Slacked and slept :D Woke up when Dad started slowing down into a town. When I woke up I had been dribbling. Lush. Had a lovely buffet lunch in a cute little place in Halmstad. Headed back to the car and set off again towards Malm&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;pic&gt;. Dad was meeting some one from a Swedish company which the company that my dad works for has recently merged with. So Mum, Flea and I waited in the car. Yes boring. But the office was actually in the middle of the suburbs so going to find anything interesting was too much effort :P His meeting was not very long and we were soon back on the road, on our way to Copenhagen. Bridge. Tunnel. Hotel seems pretty nice. Walked around a bit in the evening. Saw a lot of street performers. Oslo does not have people that talented I can say :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and BIKES! Absolutely loads of them. They even have their own proper little lines and traffic lights here. Not sure I like this city. Seems really busy compared to Oslo, stressful and such.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;ღ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pic&gt;BryonyRuth&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;ღ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3061090479377543119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/3061090479377543119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/3061090479377543119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey-so-far.html' title='The journey so far.'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRBUO25nfIT1W3rKAQSozmJ2m_DVtQWISU2UAkdC-gkSg06H_0SO9cAhkQTUTilyFZNjnLckY3y5H4k6N8SSjTEnvgaw9g9zWvZKN1J7Ac8jt2nCd0PBc9snGlMJGKrCvJMMBDKmz7QI/s72-c/DSCF3384.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-5581473564928689854</id><published>2010-07-02T22:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:12:23.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Head f*ck bumble ness?</title><content type='html'>I have been unable to write new posts of any importance (relative) to any thing happening in my life over the last two weeks, as after Gavin&#39;s death I found writing about the stuff going on in my life irrelevant to the other things going on in the world. A lot of my facebook status updates stated what I was up to and rarely mentioned Gavin&#39;s accident/death, although I thought about it every second of every day since it happened, but writing on my blog is about what I am feeling, doing and everything else. I do not know what I am feeling. I do not know what I am meant to be feeling. A lot of the time I feel selfish in feeling what I feel. Me and Gavin were together when we were 14/15/16, together for a over a year and a half. We rarely talked properly since we broke up, just the typical &#39;Hi how are you?&#39; I was often mean to him. More recently, last few years, we had both grown up a lot and were able to have normal conversations and Gavin would never hesitate in telling how much of a good person I was, but I never told him back....... I mentioned Gavin a few weeks ago in one of my posts about my recent break up, how he had helped me look to the future and to try not focusing on the past and all the bad stuff that has gone on. He helped me a lot with various things, even though our lives were no longer entwined in anyway. First time I had actually looked forward to going for a drink/coffee with him since we broke up, that many years ago. I am not angry with God about taking him away from this world, not sure how one is meant to feel about that sort of thing. Though, there is one phrase I hate..... “God needed one of more angel”. Grrrr. Death is very hard to comprehend. Especially when it is so unexpected and seems so unfair. Gavin was so young, in the prime of his life and genuinely such a good, loyal, giving person. His death is completely unexplainable and a total and utter head f*ck. Death makes everything else mean nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to talk about it now? Talking helps with every situation. Being open helps you from blowing up inside, becoming angry with yourself and others, and generally should make you feel better, granted that you know what you want to say or that you are able to express yourself. I have been living in Oslo for the last 10 months and was due to leave today. (2nd of July). As soon as I heard about Gavin&#39;s accident I wanted to rush home, I did not know what I felt or what I should do, and I probably would have felt as useless even if I had come home straight away, although I will never know because I stayed in Oslo. Ok, not overly ready to talk about everything.....&lt;br /&gt;I found out the funeral was on the Wednesday, I spoke to my parents and my employers and arranged to come home. I avoided everything going on at home for the days before I left Oslo. I feel selfish. But then I do not. Should people spend their time moping and being angry about death? I think if people do not forget, they should live their lives in a way that the person that is no longer here would have liked them to have lived their lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home was an odd experience. In a number of ways. Nothing is ever going to be the same for me in Porthcawl. And that is the same for a lot of people. I was so scared. I did not want to have to face anything. A lot of people I know had seen Gavin in hospital. Been there to support each other. Been there for him. Preparing yourself for death and situations like this, never works. People need people to support them. You are never alone even if you feel you are. You may be sat in a room full of people and feel alone but there is always others that feel exactly the same as you. Death brings people together, even though it is on sad terms, people should be very thankful for others. Better not to dwell on the bad things and the sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home on Tuesday Morning. Landed in Stansted. Got in the car with Daddy, drove back to Wales. Very surreal. Wales (HEART). So nice to see friends and family. The hugs between people are different. It feels like people are sharing their strength, to try and get people though this and show that people are here for others. Mutual pain. However well you know the person that has died, most people will always feel compassion or sorrow or pain or anything else for them selves, others and for the life that has been lost forever on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was very moving and emotional. A number of the &#39;you are not alone&#39; hugs. They are nice and strengthening, but also rather draining in some ways. I went to the church, the burial, and the wake, I left before the wake ended with my parents and V.  Good to see people, especially people that I had not seem for the last year or more. I am unsure of the appropriate ways to describe funerals and whatever pops into my head sounds like some sort of cliché, most of which I hate. There was a huge turn out in the church, lots of people wanting to pay their respects and celebrate the life of such an amazing person. I know a number of people were unable to attend, but they were there in spirit also. The service was beautiful. The songs were well chosen. Father Masson expressed himself well, although I assume he has quite a lot of experience with that sort of thing :/ The three people that said things were very brave. Just wow. I think they did Gav justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home after the funeral. Still was not sure what I was feeling. Rather numb and not sure what I was meant to feel, I am still not sure though. Big brother and Sister to be came down for food. I was not really in a talking mood, but super nice to see them. We ate food and I headed to the pub, where I met a few friends, some of which had been drinking since the wake. Sort of a dumbed down dullness had come over them. Trying to find joy but not quite able to? Again, death, not easy to figure out. Closing time. T (Little brother) gave me and friend, Owl, a lift to their house. (And now he will be referred to as Owl, will he dislike it? And who will get who I am on about? :P) We grabbed some drinks and headed to the beach. We sat on the beach, sand/ rocks/ grass talking about numerous things, including Gav. It was nice. Laying down and staring up at the sky, the stars and the clouds that were moving really fast. The moon. The fireworks. The beach that held so many memories of my past. The sea at night. Finally started to head home about 3, when I was half way home, my dad called, I was a little confused but they were still up packing for the road trip that started the &#39;next&#39; day....... 2 hours sleep and the Road trip began. (To be continued!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything I say on here are my personal views. It does not matter if it is not the same as what everyone else feels and thinks because the point of this is finding a way to express myself and not worrying about others making judgements, although people always do...... :p&lt;br /&gt;Never forget people that have influenced your life, however small of an impact that they caused they are always important.&lt;br /&gt;Have no regrets and live life to the full. Do not think about things too much, other wise you will end up over thinking everything. &lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you want to do, you can be anything you want to be. &lt;br /&gt;Just do not be too reckless.&lt;br /&gt;And yes. People paraphrase a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5581473564928689854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/head-fck-bumble-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/5581473564928689854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/5581473564928689854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/head-fck-bumble-ness.html' title='Head f*ck bumble ness?'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-2214068634844118779</id><published>2010-06-24T20:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:00:55.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin Bedford</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;Whatever I say will not do him justice&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the article in the Gazette this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/south-wales-news/bridgend-maesteg/2010/06/24/man-24-killed-in-factory-accident-91466-26712230/&quot;&gt;Gazette Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGrpjJ07ZQDQumBP5BSd9lRv5_AVWqsA3olBOiXagPe6w36yw4394vQwb94bDh9UMhtekwv1TuwWV9Izjx0L-2A-Ikhg5042aXQqfG86J4plFJ2vPtCRZs6eJidUxfttWEz2yA9gf-3U/s1600/36363_454203875936_511155936_6200478_2165484_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGrpjJ07ZQDQumBP5BSd9lRv5_AVWqsA3olBOiXagPe6w36yw4394vQwb94bDh9UMhtekwv1TuwWV9Izjx0L-2A-Ikhg5042aXQqfG86J4plFJ2vPtCRZs6eJidUxfttWEz2yA9gf-3U/s400/36363_454203875936_511155936_6200478_2165484_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486431609945639650&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Picture stolen from Ivor, hope he does not mind)&lt;br /&gt;An amazing guy that will never be forgotten by any one that met him&lt;br /&gt;xXxXxXx&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2214068634844118779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/gavin-bedford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2214068634844118779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2214068634844118779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/gavin-bedford.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Gavin Bedford&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGrpjJ07ZQDQumBP5BSd9lRv5_AVWqsA3olBOiXagPe6w36yw4394vQwb94bDh9UMhtekwv1TuwWV9Izjx0L-2A-Ikhg5042aXQqfG86J4plFJ2vPtCRZs6eJidUxfttWEz2yA9gf-3U/s72-c/36363_454203875936_511155936_6200478_2165484_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-5428796061375889093</id><published>2010-06-23T10:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:13:24.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Appropriate foot wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I have never really been one to wear high heals or generally uncomfortable shoes. I obviously have occasionally and I think I own quite a few pairs I have only worn like twice and some that I have just worn in the house. I tended to wear shoes that were &#39;safe&#39;, that corresponded with the weather accordingly. So generally trainers or walking boots! N always refers to me as with walking boots and a waterproof, because I am prepared for nasty weather and I like to be ready. Part of my head thinking about things way toooooooooooo much.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoFQhdCBIZuFy2jpWsp677nRH5mDt38xYrnJIY8Ei8fCU43xnzp18tIVeDEBQD9aLQo3kDI3uYg0GXVmQws73JjBbl0VTlJu3zoy_3EMHmDvzXeHBZ5QxTwbQE6-OoUpig2ISflcjjwA/s1600/100_1532.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoFQhdCBIZuFy2jpWsp677nRH5mDt38xYrnJIY8Ei8fCU43xnzp18tIVeDEBQD9aLQo3kDI3uYg0GXVmQws73JjBbl0VTlJu3zoy_3EMHmDvzXeHBZ5QxTwbQE6-OoUpig2ISflcjjwA/s400/100_1532.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485894051300013714&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being in Norway and through the long winter things have changed. I basically had to wear thick wool socks, perhaps two pairs and big ass boots to keep my feet warm and from falling off. The snow was here for so long, that when the snow began to melt, I began to wear any shoes that were not boots! I wanted my feet to be free. I know for a fact that I was not the only one that felt this. If you walked around Oslo after the snow had melted people were wearing little sandals etc, especially young girls. So now. I end up getting VERY wet feet/socks/shoes as I just can not be bothered to wear little wellies or sensible shoes when it is raining, or sensible clothes at that. I do some times take a waterproof with me, but I have enjoyed being able to leave the house without having 6 layers on my top and 3 layers on my legs! Haha. I have worn dresses as much as I can, I love it. Somehow the winter made me so much girlier :o Could also be due to the whole break up thing.... Or also just because the weather has been wonderful quite a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I like being free again, in a number of different ways.&lt;br /&gt;My head still over thinks things, and I know that when I do not over think things, stuff just happens.  And the stuff is good stuff. Stuff. Stuff. Stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth.&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5428796061375889093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/appropriate-foot-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/5428796061375889093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/5428796061375889093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/appropriate-foot-wear.html' title='Appropriate foot wear'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoFQhdCBIZuFy2jpWsp677nRH5mDt38xYrnJIY8Ei8fCU43xnzp18tIVeDEBQD9aLQo3kDI3uYg0GXVmQws73JjBbl0VTlJu3zoy_3EMHmDvzXeHBZ5QxTwbQE6-OoUpig2ISflcjjwA/s72-c/100_1532.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-7232423799692865139</id><published>2010-06-21T12:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:56:45.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;620&quot; height=&quot;365&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/bjIErrcr75A&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/bjIErrcr75A&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;620&quot; height=&quot;365&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no posts recently.&lt;br /&gt;Friend has died so do not feel like talking as much as I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7232423799692865139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry-no-posts-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/7232423799692865139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/7232423799692865139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry-no-posts-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-8265759989770277229</id><published>2010-06-15T12:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:21:41.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA Scientists Plan To Approach Girl By 2018</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; 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Thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8265759989770277229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/nasa-scientists-plan-to-approach-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/8265759989770277229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/8265759989770277229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/nasa-scientists-plan-to-approach-girl.html' title='&lt;center&gt;NASA Scientists Plan To Approach Girl By 2018&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-1902494895446175321</id><published>2010-06-15T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:23:48.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;620&quot; height=&quot;365&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/b_AF99dZEow&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/b_AF99dZEow&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;620&quot; height=&quot;365&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left for me to say&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s no more wicked games to play&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s time for me to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I am allright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I&#39;m on a high&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning that is my life&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m turning to the rythm of the night&lt;br /&gt;I am allright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is making me growing&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me awake is me knowing&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s noone here to break me or bring me down&lt;br /&gt;And noone here to hurt me or fool around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more time for you to hurt my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Done enough to prove I&#39;m all that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;We are at the end no more stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m better off without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no there is no longer you and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;There is no longer you and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t care what other people say&lt;br /&gt;I know you fool around all day&lt;br /&gt;Now it doesn&#39;t hurt me anyway&lt;br /&gt;I am allright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the day turns into night&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m in a club forgetting you and I&lt;br /&gt;And when I&#39;m think of how you treated me&lt;br /&gt;You proved me right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is making me growing&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me awake is me knowing&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s noone here to break me or bring me down&lt;br /&gt;And noone here to hurt me or fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more time for you to hurt my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Done enough to prove I&#39;m all that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;We are at the end no more stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m better off without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no there is no longer you and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;There is no longer you and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I - you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1902494895446175321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothing-left-for-me-to-say-theres-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1902494895446175321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1902494895446175321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothing-left-for-me-to-say-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-341188521630413702</id><published>2010-06-14T10:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:30:50.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We No Speak Americano</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PityurWHMNE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PityurWHMNE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;620&quot; height=&quot;365&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends in Oslo, Sarah, linked this a while ago, I added it to a playlist and now I can not get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth&lt;br /&gt;Xx&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/341188521630413702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-no-speak-americano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/341188521630413702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/341188521630413702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-no-speak-americano.html' title='&lt;center&gt;We No Speak Americano&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-1542148250969703548</id><published>2010-06-13T20:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:46:36.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This, Jen, is the INTERNET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWGfnH9jUdmgSTq9apsgaAUCKCgTq2VloswyBIUgyfpwU9lwZ91bJ0qzAvZ-zqkZPpsvX2MHVJgY7p_hQnKOCS8UEMxAoWkYFxIcM4-SC-mSPBFfZFPeGlI7mv2Dx4zxGn_qgORU8s9Y/s1600/itcrowd.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWGfnH9jUdmgSTq9apsgaAUCKCgTq2VloswyBIUgyfpwU9lwZ91bJ0qzAvZ-zqkZPpsvX2MHVJgY7p_hQnKOCS8UEMxAoWkYFxIcM4-SC-mSPBFfZFPeGlI7mv2Dx4zxGn_qgORU8s9Y/s400/itcrowd.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482345541986518226&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing geeky British comedy that I love. I have never watched it religiously like other series such as House, but every time I have watched it, I have been laughing my ass off and I have yet to find anyone that does not enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;The description:&lt;br /&gt;Award-winning sitcom from Graham Linehan. Banished from the ivory towers of Reynholm Industries, the IT crowd lurk below ground, avoiding work and social contact in equal measure....&lt;br /&gt;Channel 4 link -----&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.channel4.com/programmes/the-it-crowd&quot;&gt;IT Crowd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so so so many good moments throughout of the seriesesesesss currently out. Here are a few that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: OK. Moss, what did you have for breakfast this morning? &lt;br /&gt;Moss: Smarties cereal. &lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oh my God. I didn&#39;t even know Smarties made a cereal. &lt;br /&gt;Moss: They don&#39;t. It&#39;s just Smarties in a bowl with milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbHU13KI3YE&quot;&gt;Youtube link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Now, I&#39;ll be honest with you, the reason I got you round a bit early is to go over a few ground rules with you. If this evening is going to work in any way, you need to pretend to be normal people, yeah? Keep the conversation about things that would interest everybody. You know, nothing about memory or RAM. &lt;br /&gt;Moss: Memory is RAM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiRxkFWb_3o&quot;&gt;Youtube link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: I don&#39;t think that&#39;s true. &lt;br /&gt;Jen: With all due respect John, I am the head of IT and I have it on good authority. If you type &quot;Google&quot; into Google, you can break the Internet. So please, no one try it, even for a joke. (the executives laugh) It&#39;s not a laughing matter. You can break the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrQUWUfmR_I&quot;&gt;Youtube link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not need to quote this, just have a watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVI4eiWSMPA&amp;feature=channel&quot;&gt;Youtube link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lastly and my most fav!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What is it? &lt;br /&gt;Moss: This, Jen, is the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;Jen: What? &lt;br /&gt;Moss: That&#39;s right. &lt;br /&gt;Jen: This is the Internet? &lt;br /&gt;Moss: [Moss is nodding his head] &lt;br /&gt;Jen: (suspiciously) The whole Internet? &lt;br /&gt;Moss: (agreeably) Yep. I asked for a loan of it, so that you could use it in your speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDbyYGrswtg&amp;feature=fvw&quot;&gt;Youtube link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this gives you a little insight into an infectiously awesome British comedy if you have yet to discover it. The new series is being aired as of Friday the 25th on Channel 4. I am so looking forward to being able to watch this series on a TV back in the UK. Oooooh! Will miss the first few episodes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: True Blood new series tonight! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Love it. Found it so funny when I got A to watch it :p Silly wall posts I got from him about the DOG at silly O&#39;clock in the morning. Special people in my life. Never to be forgotten :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth Xx</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1542148250969703548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-jen-is-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1542148250969703548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/1542148250969703548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-jen-is-internet.html' title='This, Jen, is the INTERNET!'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWGfnH9jUdmgSTq9apsgaAUCKCgTq2VloswyBIUgyfpwU9lwZ91bJ0qzAvZ-zqkZPpsvX2MHVJgY7p_hQnKOCS8UEMxAoWkYFxIcM4-SC-mSPBFfZFPeGlI7mv2Dx4zxGn_qgORU8s9Y/s72-c/itcrowd.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-6922631988080456497</id><published>2010-06-13T12:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:27:05.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend 11/13th June</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, It is 1.30 I am still laying in bed. Lush. I have been up for hours but have nothing else better to do and since I have a laptop, I do not need to leave my bed. Loving the lazinessssss!&lt;br /&gt;Not done this properly for AGES. Not since the break up anyway, normally would have got up and showered and such then sat back down at the laptop :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sat here talking to a few people, about nothing amazingly interesting but lovely all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend has not been amazingly eventful but I have loved it, thankful for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, yes, babysitting. When all boys were in bed from 10 ish, I decided to try and have a serious sort out of my photos, both on my external and facebook. I then spent the next 4 hours doing that. Haha. Loving remembering all of the memories! I reduced my albums on facebook from like 52 to 20 something. I did not delete any photos of course! I re-arranged them into years etc, little upsetting that  A detagged himself from all photos but they are still on there so I know my time with him was not IMAGINARY :P Gooooood times! I also found some blooming hilarious pictures that I will never put on facebook! V and Jac in their bras in some pub toilets! Hahaha. Looking forward to the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. I slept till 10 ish, woke up before then but sleeping on and off till O decided he wanted to come see me. Hehe. Bryony sover. Yes O, Bryony is sleeeeeeeeeeeeeping! Bryony gå seng. Haha. He loves to tell me what to do and control everyone. Obviously does not get his way every time but its cute!&lt;br /&gt;I slacked about for a bit then. Had a shower and got ready to go meet Matt, the lovely Scottish guy I met at church :) Was meant to meet him at 2, but I was late :O We headed to the National Gallery, I am not really a gallery person but it was nice, as I had not been in there before. We wandered about looking at the art and talking about various things. Work, university and future. Headed out to get some &#39;coffee&#39; (I do not drink this!). Walked down to Aker Brygge. Drew some stuff on the floor with chalk! &lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3K8ZwbqbNT3quYs0Uj0ZNOD7H7E0QKiWSE8jUc0bgrkYP0ZmqHi2XtkEoHgVRmII1SeK_3B7MZeN-szkiDMZZd9zCUw1m6Nfwb1cwKKvDdLEKzYUaS8xdBUnUAOC5vjwdO_yimOIPMA/s1600/100_2084.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3K8ZwbqbNT3quYs0Uj0ZNOD7H7E0QKiWSE8jUc0bgrkYP0ZmqHi2XtkEoHgVRmII1SeK_3B7MZeN-szkiDMZZd9zCUw1m6Nfwb1cwKKvDdLEKzYUaS8xdBUnUAOC5vjwdO_yimOIPMA/s320/100_2084.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482216835722416162&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw people playing Human Fuzzball.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4cl9ZcULpHSTM7BygvMaEsZk2pZPktYKGNiSnX7HBhFqkfVMs0VY3TTmHxOyP8zu2x3inJ26jkWGrxRj3PAqSvGhu7PRUpFq1Om_YJF381YQbWJ0ZkE0ABoWsO7OF20ZupFFDRwfCsI/s1600/100_2087.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4cl9ZcULpHSTM7BygvMaEsZk2pZPktYKGNiSnX7HBhFqkfVMs0VY3TTmHxOyP8zu2x3inJ26jkWGrxRj3PAqSvGhu7PRUpFq1Om_YJF381YQbWJ0ZkE0ABoWsO7OF20ZupFFDRwfCsI/s320/100_2087.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482217152150042114&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally decided on the Chess cafe, yes I seem to go there a lot. Thanks to Mael for introducing me to it! We played chess (very slowly and did not take much notice, hence I lost..... Not won in AGES), talked religion, God and various other stuff. It was refreshing. I have never had a conversation like that before. Headed home to get ready to go out to watch the football with S and her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;So... Football, what the hell! :P I only went to keep S company and to actually get out of the house! It turned into a VERY enjoyable evening. The conversation was so funny. S had a number of stories about different things. S has known her boyfriend for a LONG time, and has been speaking to him for a very long time (She is British, he is Norwegian) so she knew him when he was still in school, Russ and such. The friend of her boyfriend that she met for the first time yesterday, she knew loads of stories about him and I think for her it was VERY surreal. Rather amusing when she came out with stories that neither of them remembered. Girls have good memories :D&lt;br /&gt;Things we talked about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wimbledon.&lt;br /&gt;Lifts.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Russ.&lt;br /&gt;Phone boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Not peeing.&lt;br /&gt;Pros and Cons lists! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And so much more!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S was very excited about being on my blog :D:D:D&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxDNdS3UIXFPFGTs3JELA0lsvkLymyMBEGp-5F-gvyZHzyrpQnPDvC-niLscPeF0AZYEStC3ro4ZRzW3b-heWIZv-KzoI9jD9wjUov-mGGzDgvpTiDSftfjK9boUxFHutVwVKNq9rS-E/s1600/100_2150.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxDNdS3UIXFPFGTs3JELA0lsvkLymyMBEGp-5F-gvyZHzyrpQnPDvC-niLscPeF0AZYEStC3ro4ZRzW3b-heWIZv-KzoI9jD9wjUov-mGGzDgvpTiDSftfjK9boUxFHutVwVKNq9rS-E/s320/100_2150.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482217533870322738&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home rather early. Lay in bed doing stuff on my pc, watched an episode of Tudors and fell asleep about half 2. And now is my slack day. Shall run tonight. Been wayyyyyyy too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend was great too.&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth xx</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6922631988080456497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekend-1113th-june.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/6922631988080456497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/6922631988080456497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekend-1113th-june.html' title='Weekend 11/13th June'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3K8ZwbqbNT3quYs0Uj0ZNOD7H7E0QKiWSE8jUc0bgrkYP0ZmqHi2XtkEoHgVRmII1SeK_3B7MZeN-szkiDMZZd9zCUw1m6Nfwb1cwKKvDdLEKzYUaS8xdBUnUAOC5vjwdO_yimOIPMA/s72-c/100_2084.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-7342566603919099795</id><published>2010-06-12T11:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:14:54.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Posting Addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bryonyruth.tumblr.com/&quot;&gt;BryonyRuth Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Xx&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7342566603919099795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/7342566603919099795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/7342566603919099795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042521668558348863.post-2839915005850099483</id><published>2010-06-12T10:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:19:16.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekdays</title><content type='html'>I have not had an amazingly exciting week. It has been fairly busy with the family during the days but then relaxed in the evenings. I have sat in my room thinking a lot, which in some ways is bad but is also useful. Lets me get a little perspective of things and what is important for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Things I have done....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday were kinda bad days. Stuck in my head. Feeling I am worth more than the way a certain someone treated me, but I was happy at the time (except for the complaining and moaning) so I should not think that I was treated terribly, but more on the fact that things just did not work out.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vigelandspark with O on Monday morning, we played in the play ground and ran about. It was a nice distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, I got &#39;asked&#39; to go for a walk at 8 in the evening, so we met at 9 in Majorstua and headed to Sognsvann. I had never been up there and even though the weather was not amazing, it was really nice and had an interesting talk. We sat on a jetty going into the lake and ate some chocolate. Got home quite late-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I went to D&#39;s. I had to get out of the house and make myself do something and D is now in the UK for a few days, so was nice to see her before the weekend. We watched Youth in Revolt. We were meant to see Sex and the City 2 at some point but we just have not got round to it, maybe I&#39;ll  wait till it is out on DVD. We also made pies, or rather D made pies/pasties. They were cute and really rather yummy! I headed home early to give D a chance to pack and such, although she did not :P Last minute packing! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The boys got some awesome treats Thursday evening. A new climbing/swing set thing and a football goal to go in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTZCy4Saz-CybQg9uHwNIoANs1hepYqSSIilELk06xSeplUHto1KtpfM8oL2sCtxPPuzkBHX4ITe2vm49cDlO8NCbGgJlCT-nGnelurHT06DG7Dedj0KpTrVfxHRrcRlCRo2m27uIVY4/s1600/100_2075.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTZCy4Saz-CybQg9uHwNIoANs1hepYqSSIilELk06xSeplUHto1KtpfM8oL2sCtxPPuzkBHX4ITe2vm49cDlO8NCbGgJlCT-nGnelurHT06DG7Dedj0KpTrVfxHRrcRlCRo2m27uIVY4/s320/100_2075.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481813860903798146&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I baby sat. It was a long ass day, I may complain but seriously this is not like a proper job so I should not. Looking after children is hard though and one can get rather lonely, I am just glad I can give them back :) Kudos to all of my friends that have kids, especially the ones that are single mums! Anyway, I had O for a huge amount of the day. And the other boys on and off. Since O had a nap so late I also put him to bed an hour later than usual, so yes, long day. It was ok though, just the weather that was nasty. The thing I would like to complain about with Norwegian schools in comparison to schools in the UK is that the times for school each day changes! Like not just the start time but the end time. Like some days they finish at 12.30 and others 2.30. Some kids go to Afterschool club (SFO) but not every day. I just find finishing school so early odd. Like in Primary school in the UK, 12.30 is half way through lunch time, not home time, and they have already had their lunch boxes in school before they are home at 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Baking - Lots going on in this house this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday – &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Fairy cakes with pink butter icing, marshmallows and smarties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday – &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Fairy cakes with simple green and pink icing with smarties and hundreds and thousands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday – &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Raisin buns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday – &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Chocolate chip cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week summed up I think. Pretty crap and not very interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend peoples!&lt;br /&gt;BryonyRuth</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2839915005850099483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2839915005850099483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042521668558348863/posts/default/2839915005850099483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryonyruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekdays.html' title='Weekdays'/><author><name>Bryony Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12100877592509369086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-232ydDkNis/TALbQYjsH9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8flQwnyU_SQ/S220/Blog+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTZCy4Saz-CybQg9uHwNIoANs1hepYqSSIilELk06xSeplUHto1KtpfM8oL2sCtxPPuzkBHX4ITe2vm49cDlO8NCbGgJlCT-nGnelurHT06DG7Dedj0KpTrVfxHRrcRlCRo2m27uIVY4/s72-c/100_2075.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>