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Tonight, I have mixed feelings about chill night as I have a double blow to bear - I'm missing out on a book club night and Mr T is away from home.  However, on the plus side... I HAVE FULL CONTROL OF THE TV REMOTE ! Oh sweet joy. Anyway, before I crack on with the 20 litre case of red wine discarded from the tennis club by the wine snobs, flick throughhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/OLC4TBnAhI8/friday-night-is-chill-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)6<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=OLC4TBnAhI8:hrFMXrcBaMc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-night-is-chill-night.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-7974073145425415097Fri, 20 Jan 2012 09:10:00 +00002012-01-20T17:50:55.112ZBarack Obama has big earsA shocking phonecallAngelina JoliePhilosophyMichael JacksonDavid Cameron. Costa ConcordiaMediaThe other morning I got a shock phone call at 9.30am. No, it wasn't from David Cameron offering me a position in the government which is surprising as I would make an excellent MP. After all, I have a lot of experience at doing nothing at all and getting away it. I would fit in perfectly and I'm sure I could find plenty of time to fill in my expense forms. And no... it wasn't from Angelina http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/WJhXBkMOKIE/shock-phonecall.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=WJhXBkMOKIE:mGDObMR1i5g:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2012/01/shock-phonecall.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-868262806622859696Thu, 19 Jan 2012 06:25:00 +00002012-01-19T06:32:20.234Zresumescuuriculum vitaesdishonest cvsI am rewriting my curriculum vitae at the moment. It is such a tedious task. The trouble is I have this inherent desire to spice things up but I am trying to restrict myself to being truthful which not only is boring but extremely dull to write. The trouble is when I spice things up I often end up in trouble - a bit like the time when writing up my teaching observations at a drug hostel I decidedhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/Lu54twBkxN8/truth-about-curriculum-vitaes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Lu54twBkxN8:sgenIQqSu18:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2012/01/truth-about-curriculum-vitaes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-5182097213924060934Wed, 11 Jan 2012 04:33:00 +00002012-01-17T15:31:22.477ZA short storyAppointment with theftAgatha Christie was never this stupid. “Are you having a coronary?” Small pieces of Albert’s scone flew over the table cloth. “What, Dear?” Albert spluttered, dabbing at the spewed crumbs with his napkin whilst reluctantly looking away from the buxom young lady at the adjoining table. “Your eyes are bulging.” “Are they? But there’s nothing wrong with me. I was just thinking about…strawberries.” “Strawberries?” “Yeshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/4qacKRwyr5U/appointment-with-theft-short-story.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4qacKRwyr5U:h1NbSZCR_Do:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/11/appointment-with-theft-short-story.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-414017363809989043Sun, 08 Jan 2012 03:46:00 +00002012-01-08T09:25:19.894ZA rant about tennisDishonestytennis mumswhen lying is easytennis dadsA lot of people think a third world war will start in the Middle East. I think it's more likely to happen on the edge of a tennis court somewhere in the English Home Counties. You know, I'm convinced that if all the irate tennis mums channelled their energies into politics this country would soon be back on its feet again. The threat of terrorism would be wiped out instantly. Some butch http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/B13z__FmGTE/when-lying-comes-easy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=B13z__FmGTE:89oaf2UrXqU:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-lying-comes-easy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-137103854465714514Thu, 05 Jan 2012 18:06:00 +00002012-01-06T09:23:20.171ZI want to see David Cameron in a romper suitStephen Hawking doesn't understand womenStephen HawkingObsessive collectingReborn dollsThe great scientist Stephen Hawking, author of A Brief History of Time, doesn't understand women. Well that's a relief. I was worried that his seismic career might end with a whimper with some curious titles like A Brief History of Women in Stockings  or The Universe is a Women's Mind or possibly even Black Underwear and Baby Slings and Other Essays. But fortunately, Mr Hawking hasn't got to http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/1Msf6UAs0fs/stephen-hawking-and-case-of-reborn-doll.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=1Msf6UAs0fs:RgiBNFz0BWc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2012/01/stephen-hawking-and-case-of-reborn-doll.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-2878058645405413350Sun, 01 Jan 2012 23:52:00 +00002012-01-01T23:52:28.108ZHappy New Year Everyone! 2011 has been a very hard year for many people around the globe. So I hope that wherever you are and whatever your circumstances the new year brings you all peace, prosperity and good health.  My best wishes to you and your families. And a big Thank You for taking timeout to read my blog. Jane http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/EEP1PudGnBM/seasons-greetings.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)6<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=EEP1PudGnBM:Fp4t-klWYQM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2012/01/seasons-greetings.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-6862618885250422027Fri, 30 Dec 2011 06:29:00 +00002011-12-31T06:31:57.994ZmascaraFalse eyelashesBjorkThe Blue FoxCrystallineSjonCleopatra EyesChristmas musical countdownLet's take bets. I'm only giving evens. It's time for another of my Christmas Musical countdowns which, you may have guessed, is Bjork. So here she is singing Crystallline on the Jools Holland show back in November. I was fascinated by her performance - and the song has quite an addictive equality to it as well. A pretty good song there me thinks. Strangely addictive. Bjork is defintely an http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/YBULT05Zm0Y/is-bjork-bonkers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=YBULT05Zm0Y:Og3c_1yoDHU:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-bjork-bonkers.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-876898075193863939Tue, 27 Dec 2011 10:35:00 +00002011-12-27T10:36:16.508ZOne of the things I've noticed as I get older is that I spend considerably more time looking for things. Unfortunately, the Fedora, the bull whip and the constant references to historical objects have not convinced Mr T that my quests are anything but acute memory loss. Not even all my diaries and notepads covered in scribbles and doodles have convinced Mr T that I am the next Indiana Jones. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/_suSHSt-eHE/indiana-jane-chronicles.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_suSHSt-eHE:fO8CdtGZobc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/indiana-jane-chronicles.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-8563051588120042780Sat, 24 Dec 2011 10:27:00 +00002011-12-24T10:31:44.099Zmen in suits dancing badlyMen in suitsGive me everything PitbullBad dancingmen dancingChristmas musical countdownWhen I was a child I was a movie addict - I still am but now I have less time to watch as many films as I would like. My tastes back then varied from war movies, psychological thrillers and dramas to musicals where suited men like Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly danced the night away with glamorous leading ladies dressed in sequins and pearls. These days, movies which contain dancing are http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/Z8Er0r8QQL4/dangers-of-men-in-suits.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Z8Er0r8QQL4:Qw9kIkzWP3k:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/dangers-of-men-in-suits.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-7381153204940845667Fri, 23 Dec 2011 05:36:00 +00002011-12-23T08:43:07.148ZOh God not Lego again pass me the ropeLegoJigsawsDear SantaDear Santa, There was something I forgot to mention yesterday. Please, please, please can you not send my boys any Lego. I know it's selfish of me to ask but you have no idea how many hours I've spent picking up those darn pieces. Once, I even got trapped under the bed for three hours trying to rescue a miniature Lego Star Wars light sabre. I know I shouldn't have put on weight but frankly if http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/5_DvRCwVqaE/dear-santa-no-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=5_DvRCwVqaE:EDYfn4OKmQE:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-santa-no-2.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-1621527229684368189Wed, 21 Dec 2011 22:15:00 +00002011-12-23T05:37:17.775ZMy bottom should be a private place unfortunately I wear jeanslow waistedjeanshigh wasited jeansDear SantaDear Santa, I haven't written to you in a really really long time but this year I have a very special request. I am desperate.  I have not been able to find what I want anywhere and I need some help. Please, please, please, please can I have some jeans that fit? You know - those ones that stay up without a belt and super glue and don't regularly fall down showing your arse to the whole world. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/BTHU8gwfm-w/dear-santa.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=BTHU8gwfm-w:4i7crkYTApc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-santa.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-3062395245479450422Tue, 13 Dec 2011 09:55:00 +00002011-12-13T09:55:55.519ZWhat I want to know is how a ten year old boy can be such a lethal weapon? This morning the boys missed the school bus and as a result I was subjected to a car journey of extremely odious proportions. I literally felt sick! In fact, I had to open the windows and speed up from a stately 50mph to 60mph just to get some fresh air circulating in the car. Then, to top it all, Master Ben says; "I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/O6LeUzYqS7Y/christmas-musical-countdown-no-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=O6LeUzYqS7Y:bFsDH8pCJng:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-musical-countdown-no-2.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-1974327168960669375Fri, 09 Dec 2011 20:48:00 +00002011-12-09T21:32:11.950ZJames Morrison and Jessie JUPPhew. I finished my IT course and passed. I've done two courses this autumn; the IT course and a teaching course. I haven't really decided what I'm going to do with the qualifications but one has to be practical and should I need to return to work they could prove valuable. My heart lies with the arts and I've always leaned towards creative expression be it with theatre, music, art and of course,http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/uxiJV1iJuJs/christmas-musical-countdown.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=uxiJV1iJuJs:XSnsD_dHJUA:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-musical-countdown.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-4825717746887746820Thu, 08 Dec 2011 06:22:00 +00002011-12-08T09:50:35.953ZInformation technology is as boring as hell - who the hell invented it? I hate EXCEL. Writing is so much more fun. So is chocolatesex and just about anything else really. Even cleaning the pavements.I have found the cure for my insomnia! It's called Information Technology. Yes, the reason I've been silent lately is I've been doing an IT course which I have to finish by Friday. And it is boring the pants off me. It has literally been sending me to sleep. It's so dull and mind numbing. There are pages and pages of stuff on screen that I have to work through (which are set at a pace that evenhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/dUr8N6yg0xA/it-bores-me-to-death.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=dUr8N6yg0xA:hdf6lAQNIVQ:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-bores-me-to-death.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-6481443968824339270Fri, 02 Dec 2011 20:41:00 +00002011-12-02T20:46:15.787Znot my usual stuffflash fiction My hands grip the gate, the cold frame slides open like a mortuary drawer. I slip through, exhaling. It snaps back into place like the sharp recoil of a gun.             A path lies before me, a stretch of pebbled stones giving way to sodden grass and soil. Branches of tall trees hang heavy, trailing like the tresses of a lover’s hair. A grey mist meanders, its cold, clammy fingers caressing http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/kdBSD1Eoz6s/journey-flash-fiction.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=kdBSD1Eoz6s:8Gw8Ig820-M:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/12/journey-flash-fiction.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-3126608107752823865Mon, 21 Nov 2011 08:20:00 +00002011-11-21T09:56:04.926ZinsomniaHugh Fearnley WhittingstallHugh GrantThe Wicked Ways of Mrs Tsecret agentsWell just to keep you informed I did eventually manage to get some sleep between 5 and 7am this morning. I'm not sure exactly how much but I was sleeping when Mr T woke me up with his usual endearment; "If you don't get up the boys will miss the bus." Interpret as you will. Well the boys did catch their bus. Master Jacob had no school tie though and neither of them had brushed their teeth. Hmmhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/akFLFualB8s/on-morning-watch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=akFLFualB8s:dxllLonwJiw:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-morning-watch.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-1042035235149373504Mon, 21 Nov 2011 03:56:00 +00002011-11-21T04:57:21.408ZJames BondinsominaThe Wicked Ways of Mrs TDavid WalliamsThree small sherry sized glasses of wine and 2 cups of non decaff and I can't sleep. That'll teach me.  Who knows what I'd be like if I did drugs if this is what mere wine and coffee does to me. I can't sleep at all. Nope, not a wink. I can't even imagine what taking some LSD or such like would do to me - forget the hallucinations I'd probably have enough energy to swim the channel and back. I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/_qOsIBtFQUA/on-night-watch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=_qOsIBtFQUA:4kPy-b7x2Ro:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-night-watch.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-6829419788668325148Thu, 17 Nov 2011 09:26:00 +00002011-11-17T13:58:13.286ZWilliam Shatner. State FarmEat Fry PrayDeep fried turkeysturkeys. Star TrekGosh. This morning I learnt a very interesting fact about my American friends. They deep fry their turkeys! And I thought Bush had just been pensioned off. Oh come on. Don't get grumpy with me. It's just a joke! We have turkeys too in this country. Most of them have wings though. However, I'm prepared to believe Blair and Brown were turkeys and what's more I'm prepared to deep fry them http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/gmPpTenyxZ8/its-turkey-jim-but-not-as-we-know-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)6<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gmPpTenyxZ8:iAWgC937Slk:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-turkey-jim-but-not-as-we-know-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-382233843228969263Tue, 15 Nov 2011 10:18:00 +00002011-11-16T06:35:14.211Zdo the French have a sense of humour? Don't take this blog seriously it's just me having a laughThe Wicked Ways of Mrs Tfree speechRobespierrelibelLet me think about that question. Um. Yes. How do I know this? Well this morning I spoke to my good friend Mrs B who said to me; "Jane, I've seen a job you could do!" Cue Mrs T getting all excited. A job suitable for Mrs T? There's not many of them around! I did think about applying for a job as a school chef a short time ago but I'm not good at cooking and I don't want to be associated withhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/Uqp0alSSPLY/is-blog-liability.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=Uqp0alSSPLY:6a0MYwZqLos:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-blog-liability.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-8096654040103461530Wed, 09 Nov 2011 09:40:00 +00002011-11-09T10:33:06.097ZNot so long ago I wrote a post called On Yer Bike which related a story about how Master Ben had asked me if I had a bike with "one big wheel and one small wheel" when I was young. Now Master Ben is 10 years old. It is acceptable for him to not know the correct name for such a bike. However, it has come to my attention that across the world almost daily people are Googling "Bike with one big http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/S6oDsX07Vw0/bike-with-one-big-wheel-and-one-small.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=S6oDsX07Vw0:fhy8gXAmvzI:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/11/bike-with-one-big-wheel-and-one-small.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-7074429728571589002Fri, 04 Nov 2011 04:04:00 +00002011-11-04T09:35:14.443ZI have dirty grill pan worth 1.1 million dollars for sale any takers?Cleaner cleans up mess at German museumThe Wicked Ways of Mrs Tmodern art I think this story  is most one of the most entertaining stories I've ever read. Certainly equal to the story about the woman who knocked herself out on her loo roll holder.  Apparently, a cleaner in a German museum mistook an exhibit for a big mess and cleaned it  up. The exhibit was entitled "When It Starts Dripping From the Ceiling" and featured "a tower of wooden slats under which a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/gH87FIe_VZA/big-expensive-mess.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=gH87FIe_VZA:zwftkQM-7qM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-expensive-mess.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-7242193322618786950Fri, 28 Oct 2011 21:40:00 +00002011-10-29T06:07:14.199+01:00menopauseChristmas presents every man should get his wifethe afflictions of facial hairhairy women of which I am not obviouslyFurther to my previous post The Afflictions of Facial Hair I've been doing some scientific analysis on how this problem affects women as they grow older. I have now formalized this research into an easy-to- read chart so that the male of the species can fully appreciate the problems us women encounter. This means that if you happen to be a brunette like my good self  by the age of 60 you http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/4O3ueUKzETc/afflictions-of-facial-hair-part-two.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=4O3ueUKzETc:P9gJu9SWgvo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/10/afflictions-of-facial-hair-part-two.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-8569582545355274108Mon, 24 Oct 2011 18:11:00 +00002011-10-24T19:24:33.770+01:00Sunday driversHey why drive when you can just PARK?Somewhat irritatedI have just had one of those days where you want to scream, scream, scream. For a start, it's a Monday so .. SUNDAY DRIVERS SHOULD NOT BE OUT ON THE ROAD. Yep, everywhere I went today, whatever the speed zone, there was always some Sunday driver doing about 20 mph less than the speed limit. It makes me want to tear my hair out. For God's sake, if they feel that nervous about driving why the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/evDyJZop2p8/slow-drivers-drive-me-mad.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=evDyJZop2p8:DfPITT8GtXc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/10/slow-drivers-drive-me-mad.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4735085699153339257.post-318355233694594281Sun, 23 Oct 2011 20:34:00 +00002011-10-23T21:34:46.873+01:00Salman RushdieSebastian FaulksMartin AmisThe Cheltenham Literary FestivalJilly Cooper As I grow older time seems to pass more quickly. A whole year has now passed since I visited the Cheltenham Literary Festival and enjoyed a weekend listening to some our most famous contemporary authors talk about their lives and work. Unfortunately, I couldn't make it to the festival this year so here for your enjoyment (I hope) is a review I wrote for The View last year....  I've often http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife/~3/8FNFnmecHRw/canter-around-cheltenham-literary.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jane Turley)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?i=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?a=8FNFnmecHRw:HZaUE1K9yPY:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/TheWittyWaysOfAWaywardWife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://janeturleydiaryofamadhousewife.blogspot.com/2011/10/canter-around-cheltenham-literary.html