tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:51:14 +0000childhoodOxford UniversitybooksdeathshoppingJamie OliverAppleStrictly Come Dancingkittenshealth and safetyprisonArlene PhillipsCCTVtrainsLiz JonesSylvester Stallonebracessmoking banletterscar sharingcruiseHot GossipshanksGordon Ramsaymorning peoplecookeryJack LemmoncatsBeautiful PeopleBruno Toniolidietnight outhotelssheetsmake-upMPs expensespubsMeg RyantweetsNicole KidmanCheryl ColeliftsMaltesersManchester policeEnglandThe Young OnesPrince WilliamiPad 2BotoxsupermarketThe ApprenticeTescolistsexcusesslave tradesense of directiongrammarSpirographEnglish languageSainsburywomen of a certain agethe QueenstationeryWolf Hallmad womanJames Robertson JusticeWest CountryDamien HirstadvertisementsMitfordHilary MantelAdrenaline Rush DeprivationhouseworkCarry Onplantsmusicfashionevening peopleShelterBoxDiagnosis MurderX Factor1980sYul Brynnersmokinggardeningman managermenMichael CaineAgagrumpy old womanPiers MorganKeira KnightleyID cardsgenesuse-by datesiPODPrincess BeatriceBuckingham PalaceillnesscondomsHyacinth BucketMark Sloantrollsdomestic sciencePrincess EugenieAnne Widdecombetattoossex educationkitchensglobal warming; seasons; barbecuesarteBayastrologyhoroscopehairroyal garden partyOprah WinfreyBette DaviesPrince CharlesAlesha DixonprocrastinationExtreme SportsaccentsKim and AggielaptopvanityexerciseageingskipA listdogsfake tananimal picturestypingWorld Cupunderage drinkingZeng FanzhiCharlotte RamplingThe SnowmandrinkingFun Boy Threealcoholageismmiddle classcredit crunchinterviewsdumpsterRaymond Briggscleaningcottage pielicensing lawsTwitterfish and chipsTony CurtisChaos theorymirrorTitanicFarrah FawcettCraig Revel HorwoodpuppiesTiverton ParkwayzodiacNigella LawsonsexBig Brotheralcohol abusespringcleaningclothesplastic surgeryembarrassing momentsPrince PhilipLen GoodmanboxingfootballCheryl TweedyalbumsSimon CowellExeter St DavidPoseidon Adventuresell-by datesBentransvestitesExeter UniversityTurner PrizeNew Year resolutionsbroadbandBritain's Got TalentCainedKate MiddletonJeremy Clarksonapologiestimeteenagersparentsin-comerstagsDame EdnaValentine's DayLeedsfoodsurveysrabbitsroyal weddingchildhood gameslittle old ladiesmapsPippa Middletonidentity theftmedicinehttp://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)Blogger83125blogspot/JMcXhttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-5012440336503215262Thu, 06 Oct 2011 08:55:00 +00002011-10-09T20:01:16.533+01:00AppleColleague's conversation with her husband: “The Apple man has died.” “Oh, no, that’s awful. I didn't know he was ill.” “He’s been ill for a long time.” “I didn’t know that.” “He’s had cancer for ages.” “What’s going to happen to his stall?” “What stall?” “His stall in Barnstaple Pannier Market." Big sigh. “Not THAT Apple man.” http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/AzBwss6PLEE/apple.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=AzBwss6PLEE:htLwGXM97qY:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/AzBwss6PLEE" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-1037557239799086583Fri, 30 Sep 2011 16:06:00 +00002011-09-30T18:37:42.933+01:00Yul Brynnerhair I’VE just had my hair cut. This may seem like no big deal to most of you but I have been known to return home after going to the hairdresser’s and sob. And I’m not particularly given to tears. I hate visiting the hairdresser’s so much that I go only once in a blue moon - or should that be once in a blue rinse? 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I was thinking about the mountain of Botox it would take to freeze all my wrinkles into submission - and the moral dilemma of costing the NHS so much money (my wrinkles v heart operation for small child, not much of a contest really) when I realised the Botox was being touted as a cure for migraine. Oh good, that’s one moral dilemma no http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/KmEe2qsGMg8/botox-for-beginners.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)11<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=KmEe2qsGMg8:eJDx2Ot0iXY:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/KmEe2qsGMg8" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2011/07/botox-for-beginners.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-8452652395974527708Wed, 06 Jul 2011 16:30:00 +00002011-07-07T09:11:52.008+01:00boxingiPad 2braces THE Dearly Beloved went to a friend's house for a boys' night out on Saturday to watch two grown men in baggy shorts and tasteless tattoos batter each other to within an inch of their lives - boxing I think they call it. Either that or a typical night out in Chav Land. I couldn't get too excited about it, despite the prospect of rippling muscles on well-toned male bodies... something I don't seehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/oeSFQ62_COQ/boxing-boys-and-talking-cats.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)11<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=oeSFQ62_COQ:GtkLqAYU8wE:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/oeSFQ62_COQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2011/07/boxing-boys-and-talking-cats.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-227223540616069447Fri, 24 Jun 2011 14:51:00 +00002011-06-24T15:51:08.990+01:00evening peopleAnne Widdecombetimemorning peopleON Wednesday morning I had to haul my sorry ass out of bed at the ungodly hour of 5.30am. But it was OK, I’m more of a morning person than an evening person, unlike the dearly beloved who, I swear, would still be in bed when I get home in the evening if he didn’t have my tender ministrations to start his day - a few kicks to the leg and loud swearing in his ear. What would he do without me? http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/imi5kQB1CKs/good-morning-people.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=imi5kQB1CKs:WPjNOIZShJk:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/imi5kQB1CKs" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-morning-people.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-2466517788468296624Sat, 07 May 2011 06:41:00 +00002011-05-07T09:02:39.161+01:00the QueenKate MiddletonPrince PhilipPrincess BeatricePrince Williamroyal weddingPrincess EugeniePippa Middleton I WAS – briefly - officially designated The Saddest Person In The Family. The accolade was bestowed upon me by my niece who popped in to see me with her dad on the day of the royal wedding. She was astonished to see that I, who previously had shown no particular Royalist tendencies, was not only glued to the television in the sitting-room but had another one switched on in the kitchen so I didnhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/-ybsErMY6pc/royal-wedding.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)8<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=-ybsErMY6pc:3oM9t_j3jBA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/-ybsErMY6pc" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-8961244866427044049Sat, 29 Jan 2011 19:44:00 +00002011-01-29T20:58:14.344ZshoppingshanksSainsburysupermarketprisonYESTERDAY I did it again. I convinced myself that going through the self check-out aisle in Sainsbury's in Barnstaple would be quicker than queuing behind a granny who wanted to pay her £25 bill in coins of the realm and the woman in dungarees with enough lentils and soya bean curd piled into her trolley to feed a field of people at Peterborough Green Festival.   Will I never learn.     For http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/haxwMm5QGhc/shopping-at-sainsburys.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)12<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=haxwMm5QGhc:1fXnazSIw98:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/haxwMm5QGhc" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2011/01/shopping-at-sainsburys.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-1558162615915383479Sun, 16 Jan 2011 11:06:00 +00002011-01-16T11:10:35.953ZartDamien HirstTurner PrizeZeng Fanzhi I HAVE been thinking about art lately. Both my sisters paint. Well, I paint too - but whereas their media are oils and watercolour, mine are emulsion and gloss. They witter on about light and shadow and I mutter about match pots and matt vinyl What is it that makes a good picture? You can look at the old masters and, whether you like them or not, recognise the artistic talent that has gone intohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/0z6sM5DJfM4/i-have-been-thinking-about-art-lately.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=0z6sM5DJfM4:lFRiuy8RU3M:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/0z6sM5DJfM4" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-been-thinking-about-art-lately.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-4001805507204803391Sat, 16 Oct 2010 16:03:00 +00002011-01-16T11:11:10.634ZtweetsTwitterManchester policeI HAVE been reading about the Manchester police tweeting every emergency call within 24 hours. If you need proof that 90 per cent of the people in the world are idiots (all readers of this blog excluded, of course), then here it is. I don't know about you but I have called the emergency services just twice in my life, once to report a fire in a builder's yard and the other to report two little http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/N8J8_oh3rsI/tweets-from-manchester-police.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)8<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=N8J8_oh3rsI:tN6uyorzfyM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/N8J8_oh3rsI" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/10/tweets-from-manchester-police.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-1098136513635797955Fri, 17 Sep 2010 12:15:00 +00002010-09-18T08:55:51.805+01:00The Young Ones1980s I'M not particularly worried about getting old as I intend to spend the twilight of my years as disgracefully as I can. I'm looking forward to retiring but I have made up my mind that daytime TV, milk puddings, complaining about the weather, Horlicks and elastic stockings will not figure in my future. I will be on the look-out for a toy boy with a Harley Davidson, just in case the dearly http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/S-Iw704lt-4/staying-forever-young.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=S-Iw704lt-4:fFBo6fqlyt0:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/S-Iw704lt-4" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/09/staying-forever-young.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-6224115260976788444Thu, 15 Jul 2010 06:40:00 +00002010-07-15T10:51:13.079+01:00Cheryl TweedyCheryl ColeEnglandWE had one of those discussions on the subs’ bench today about whether it’s Cheryl Cole or Cheryl Tweedy – she of the manufactured pop group Girls Aloud.I'm a newspaper sub, as in sub-editor. I'm not sitting on a football bench waiting to play for England and save my team from the Germans. If we'd dug up Churchill and Roosevelt, they would have played better than our footballers, but don’t get mehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/49r9UnB3mXw/cheryl-tweedy-cole.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=49r9UnB3mXw:OpsUc10cmAg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/49r9UnB3mXw" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheryl-tweedy-cole.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-4692628035823318830Sat, 12 Jun 2010 06:51:00 +00002010-09-17T17:00:35.850+01:00Diagnosis MurderMark SloanWolf HallHilary MantelWorld CupAS the World Cup begins, I thought I'd share this clip from the BBC website with you. Its hilarity has been somewhat tempered for me by the spelling of 'fundamental' in the caption... but then I am a picky old (very old - just had a birthday) sub-editor. Maybe it was deliberate and I'm missing the point. What do I know?I've just had a week's holiday during which I have done about one-tenth of http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/u5DQEzvxz5U/world-cup-wolf-hall-and-diagnosis.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)8<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=u5DQEzvxz5U:-c7EMtXa9vo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/u5DQEzvxz5U" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-wolf-hall-and-diagnosis.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-3470078177283716913Sun, 23 May 2010 10:58:00 +00002010-05-31T08:12:38.307+01:00Fun Boy ThreegardeningTHERE was a conversation in the pub about gardening and the relative merits of various lawn mowers and strimmers."What I need in my garden," says the Dearly Beloved, "is a goat."This would be mildly amusing if it weren't so true.I know many people who leave a patch for wildlife, but not usually seven-eighths of their whole garden. In any case, it's gone beyond being suitable for wildlife. I know http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/uypyV1fob5w/dummys-guide-to-gardening.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=uypyV1fob5w:WowsSlN58xg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/uypyV1fob5w" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/05/dummys-guide-to-gardening.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-290583563634106955Thu, 20 May 2010 18:55:00 +00002010-05-20T20:30:43.836+01:00Bendogslittle old ladiesI HAVE just been attacked by a dog.OK, “attack” is a slight exaggeration. I was walking out of work when a great big yellow retriever jumped up at me. If I hadn’t been a big strapping farmer’s daughter, brought up with bounding sheepdogs, I'd have been knocked for six.At the end of his lead was a little old lady, and her response? “Oh, he loves people.” Not even a “sorry” as I wiped mud and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/dFGXtYvFyhc/our-great-big-grey-dog.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)8<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=dFGXtYvFyhc:hkVINkVrT7U:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/dFGXtYvFyhc" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-great-big-grey-dog.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-7420548014685212298Sat, 24 Apr 2010 16:00:00 +00002010-04-24T17:06:23.754+01:00Gordon Ramsayfish and chipscookeryTHE dearly beloved has decided he can cook.Now, don’t get me wrong. I’d like nothing better after a long, hard day at work than to come home to candles on the dining table and the aroma of a cassoulet gently simmering on the hob.But bear in mind that this is the man who whenever we go out for a meal will study the menu for an age and always pick soup, steak and apple pie and cream. Other dining http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/4ggpPDAQK1Y/north-devons-answer-to-gordon-ramsay.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=4ggpPDAQK1Y:eDIBmwhZJoA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/4ggpPDAQK1Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/04/north-devons-answer-to-gordon-ramsay.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-7066011982061913770Fri, 09 Apr 2010 14:10:00 +00002010-04-09T15:14:13.654+01:00rabbitscatskittenspuppiesanimal picturesdogsI LIKE a nice animal picture as much as the next person. I even quite like those calendars and cards featuring fluffy bunnies and cuddly kittens.There is, however, one type of animal picture that makes me go "eurghh" rather than "aahh" and those are the ones that are so obviously contrived.You know, the ones where it looks like some poor duckling has been superglued to a rottweiler’s head, or a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/MRjaRNNbw4o/cute-animal-pictures.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=MRjaRNNbw4o:q5grM0Wz2Ac:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/MRjaRNNbw4o" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/04/cute-animal-pictures.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-2063078401787886342Fri, 22 Jan 2010 11:50:00 +00002010-01-22T12:33:28.350ZgrammarTescoteenagerslettersShelterBox<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->I HAVE just received a £10 gift token from Tesco after pointing out a mistake on one of their Christmas cards. The card is above and I'm sure most of you will know instantly that it should be 'Whose idea' not 'Who's idea'. Not that I care whether any of you spotted it or not - not everyone is good at spelling and/or grammar. That's not the point. The point is .... http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/MdAlirNyIgo/spot-mistake-please-tesco-spot-mistake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=MdAlirNyIgo:mjpXwH0Gkfc:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/MdAlirNyIgo" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2010/01/spot-mistake-please-tesco-spot-mistake.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-2037943852332778719Sat, 28 Nov 2009 08:03:00 +00002009-11-28T08:06:53.639Zroyal garden partyBuckingham PalaceExeter St DavidtrainsTiverton Parkway<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->I WAS sitting around my kitchen table last night with a few friends (and a couple bottles of red wine) when the conversation turned to trains. The last time I was on a train, five or six years ago, the journey was featured in the local evening paper under the headline which included the words "nightmare train journey".I had been to London with my sister who had been http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/5Te763JjlM8/little-engine-that-couldnt.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=5Te763JjlM8:SPV5CZhUsmo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/5Te763JjlM8" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-engine-that-couldnt.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-4003229112955268580Sun, 01 Nov 2009 08:40:00 +00002009-11-01T09:09:18.190ZsheetsLeedsMaltesershotelsYOU know me, I'm not one to say 'I told you so,' but..... I told you so.In my last post I mentioned that the dearly beloved had discovered the delights of eBay. I haven't yet had a parade of delivery men asking where they can put the 10,000 left-handed widget screws but we have had an 'incident'.The DB made a successful bid on an edgebander (no, I don't know what it is either. All you need to http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/otfEMqa-yRA/maltesergate.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)13<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=otfEMqa-yRA:Kw2zxdBvUgg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/otfEMqa-yRA" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/11/maltesergate.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-2081645777911990965Sat, 26 Sep 2009 07:00:00 +00002009-09-26T08:08:00.296+01:00typinglaptopeBayI WAS so fed up with the dearly beloved asking me to look up things on the internet - exciting things like the price of a pack of 1,000 hinges from some site with a name like Bodgit and Runn - that I bought him a laptop for his birthday.Big mistake.Have you ever watched anyone who has never used a keyboard before trying to type? I have been typing for 30 years. I can touch-type. Smoke comes from http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/OPHqvT0mqYk/have-laptop.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)14<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=OPHqvT0mqYk:Ayf6CydRRpo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/OPHqvT0mqYk" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-laptop.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-8433990931043497296Mon, 07 Sep 2009 06:47:00 +00002009-09-07T09:49:59.405+01:00Liz JonesJOURNALIST Liz Jones has been causing a bit of a furore in these parts. You may have read about the London-based writer who, following her divorce, upped sticks and moved to Exmoor.This fashionista vegan, who never goes on a date without having a Brazilian wax and dressing head to toe in designer gear, moved from her Islington home to a farmhouse bang in the middle of hunting, shooting and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/nhV-RYfThw4/liz-jones-on-exmoor.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)16<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=nhV-RYfThw4:1LQDVYk-L-Q:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/nhV-RYfThw4" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/09/liz-jones-on-exmoor.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-5020561241365071726Sat, 15 Aug 2009 06:58:00 +00002010-08-15T10:17:24.914+01:00advertisementsEnglish languageI AM aware English is an evolving language, otherwise we’d all sound like a Chaucer poem (‘swiche glarynge eyen hadde he as an hare’ or ‘his eyes were as shiny as his hair’) but I get annoyed when people take too many liberties with my mother tongue.There is an advertisement on TV at the moment which sets my teeth on edge. Some vacuous woman is asking a car salesman to 'fact me' with information http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/PO3wo0ZIpeo/why-dont-you-come-up-and-fact-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)25<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=PO3wo0ZIpeo:V57S6XeKxEo:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/PO3wo0ZIpeo" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-dont-you-come-up-and-fact-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-2037961293912206374Thu, 30 Jul 2009 13:31:00 +00002009-07-30T14:49:50.123+01:00interviewsWE have been holding interviews at work for a trainee reporter. All these earnest young men and women troop through our doors, clutching their cuttings, and are put through their paces. We trust in providence – and the editor - that the best candidate has been selected… but you can never be sure.Intelligence, writing ability, interviewing skill and network of contacts all help but they are never http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/ahLdB39wJjw/we-have-been-holding-interviews-at-work.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)19<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=ahLdB39wJjw:1d7xHiSnPLg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/ahLdB39wJjw" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-have-been-holding-interviews-at-work.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-5977921702666669406Sun, 19 Jul 2009 09:13:00 +00002009-07-19T10:49:28.623+01:00Craig Revel HorwoodStrictly Come DancingBruno TonioliAlesha DixonArlene PhillipsageismLen GoodmanI'M trying to release my inner bitch. Some people may say she's already out, loud and proud but, although my sharp tongue may run away with me at times, I lack the killer instinct.Small children know that at the hint of a tear in their eye I will willingly succumb to their nagging."Of course you can play with these scissors, honed to stiletto-blade sharpness, sweetheart. And later we'll go http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/Ve7GYwFa2-4/leave-arlene-phillips-alone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)22<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=Ve7GYwFa2-4:7ygMJfNsvGM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/Ve7GYwFa2-4" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/07/leave-arlene-phillips-alone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170423875365707527.post-5150719569866267325Sat, 11 Jul 2009 17:25:00 +00002009-07-11T18:35:40.477+01:00astrologyhoroscopezodiacDO you believe in astrology? I must admit I always glance at my horoscope in newspapers and magazines; believe them if they're good and dismiss them if they're bad. If you think about it logically, there are 12 signs of the zodiac so the likelihood of one-twelfth of the population having the same personality as you is somehow insulting and takes no account of the complexity of the human persona.Ihttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~3/HPlP2ZzVDUg/dark-side-of-astrology.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Around My Kitchen Table)24<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?a=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/JMcX?i=HPlP2ZzVDUg:PMDVWOAygGs:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JMcX/~4/HPlP2ZzVDUg" height="1" width="1"/>http://aroundmykitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/07/dark-side-of-astrology.html