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  <updated>2008-12-07T17:27:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:5657</id>
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    <title>Help!  I need a new spangly phone!</title>
    <published>2008-12-07T17:27:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-07T17:27:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I'm very fond of my 6 year old SE P800.&amp;nbsp; It has a touch screen with virtual QWERTY keyboard and I am using Opera Mini 3 Basic for web browsing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to upgrade to is a similar sort of phone, that I can install Opera Mini 4.2 (MIDP2) on to get JavaScript support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An iPhone isn't going to cut it, as basically I want to be able to browse the full versions of sites like Facebook while on the move, and not get automatically rerouted to a cut down mobile version with no apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone of choice would be the SE X1 (which has Opera 9.5 installed as standard), but I strongly suspect I would get the same problem as with the iPhone.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say no-one in the Vodafone shop has the faintest idea what I am on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:5589</id>
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    <title>Boda died :(</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T19:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T21:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Our much loved old marmalade cat Boda died yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not a shock as he had been unwell for a while - he was on painkillers for his arthritis and had been diagnosed with a stomach growth and was awaiting surgery to investigate/remove it.&amp;nbsp; (The vet wanted him to build up a bit of strength first and since starting the painkillers he had perked up quite a lot and started eating again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs in the morning and found him in the garage obviously in a bad way.&amp;nbsp; Normally a fastidious cat, he had soiled himself and vomited everywhere.&amp;nbsp; When I stroked him he wailed and keeled over on his side with his head in the vomit.&amp;nbsp; We decided that he needed to make that last trip to the vet as he was plainly in pain. I sat with him, talking to him and stroking him, until the vet opened, then we moved him to a box lined with a sheet.&amp;nbsp; He wailed when we moved him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_mrnazz' lj:user='mrnazz' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mrnazz.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mrnazz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrnazz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and our son said goodbye to him and I loaded him into the car.&amp;nbsp; He died on the way to the vet.We are all very sad.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:4921</id>
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    <title>Even more about 4 year olds and awkward questions</title>
    <published>2008-02-17T19:14:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-17T19:14:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_mrnazz' lj:user='mrnazz' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mrnazz.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mrnazz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrnazz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who does bedtimes says that the questions last thing at night are just as awkward as the morning ones.&amp;nbsp; Recent examples are "How many people are going to sleep in America?" after reading a Dr Seuss story about people going to sleep, which resulted in a discussion of world time zones, and "How much electricity does the sun use?" (I obviously didn't answer the earlier question about the sun well enough).</content>
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    <title>4 year olds and awkward questions again</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T13:56:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T13:56:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why are the most awkward questions (and by most awkward I mean most requiring a long explanation or discussion for the answer to be a useful one) always asked first thing in the morning, before I have had my coffee?&amp;nbsp; In the last couple of days we've had "What happens to people when they die?"&amp;nbsp; and "What happens inside the sun?".&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Awkward questions asked by a 4 year old (1)</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T09:31:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T09:31:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How far is it to the Oort Cloud, Mummy?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:4319</id>
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    <title>Daleks stink, apparently</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T21:57:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T21:57:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Or rather, my 4 year old son asked me "If a Dalek stinked, what would happen to it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised he meant extinct.  I know where he got that word from - the project of the month at nursery is dinosaurs.  But where did he get the idea that Daleks might be facing extinction?  He's not allowed to watch Doctor Who.</content>
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    <title>Why is there a Dalek in the window of Coy's in Richmond?</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T18:31:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T18:31:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, why?  It's a auction house dealing in historic and high end cars.  The Dalek is black and silver.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:3621</id>
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    <title>Spotted at the gym...</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T12:48:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T12:48:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the counter in the changing room, what looked like a microwave.  On closer inspection it proved to be a shoe sanitising machine, for pongy trainers.  Whatever next!</content>
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    <title>Target weight reached! (No, not a diet thread)</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T13:18:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T13:18:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For the last 2 years of going to Body Pump classes I have had the goal (impossible seeming at first) of being able to perform the squats section with 10kg of weights on each end of the bar.  Today I made that final step up from 9.5kg to 10kg.  It was fine.  The worst bit, as always, was lifting the bar back over my head at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to keep it up....</content>
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    <title>Board games recommendations?</title>
    <published>2007-11-11T17:41:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-11T17:41:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Am sadly out of touch with the world of board gaming.  What's come out in the last year or so that's good?  Needs to be playable in a couple of hours by tired parents after a glass or two of wine!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:2886</id>
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    <title>We rode the Dragon!</title>
    <published>2007-07-02T18:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-02T18:40:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's a roller coaster, yesterday, at Legoland with my son - his first time.  He thoroughtly enjoyed it and wanted to go on again, right at the front this time.  I normally don't enjoy roller coasters but found that a ride designed for 4-8 year olds provided just the right amount of excitement.</content>
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    <title>On to the next stage..</title>
    <published>2007-05-20T18:28:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-20T18:28:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was in some ways the end of an era - our first family day out without any baby/toddler paraphenalia.  No nappies, no buggy, no sippy cup of milk.  It went very well and there were no demands to be carried.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:2527</id>
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    <title>I'd rather give a cat a pill...</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T21:32:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T21:32:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">than try to administer a dose of antibiotics to a 3 year old who REALLY doesn't want to take it.  Not the best week.</content>
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    <title>Another meme...</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T20:13:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T20:13:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">from and old entry in the LJ of an old friend rediscovered.  It's pretty accurate.  But all those other middle-aged women must be a bunch of humourless bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="roundboxTopWrap"&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxTopInt"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(69, 122, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    , you're now &lt;span style="color: rgb(15, 60, 172);"&gt;logged in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Below you'll find your test result. After, continue on to your&lt;br /&gt;   homescreen to discover what we're about.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="/home"&gt;&lt;u&gt;continue to OkCupid homescreen &amp;gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxBotWrap"&gt;&lt;div class="roundboxBotInt"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;
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     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;center&gt;your humor style:&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEAN&lt;/b&gt; | &lt;b&gt;COMPLEX&lt;/b&gt; | &lt;b&gt;DARK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but  rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff  writer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably loved &lt;i&gt;the Office&lt;/i&gt;. If you don't know what I'm&lt;br /&gt;talking about, check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/humortest/wit.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17565214125862764376"&gt;The 3-Variable Funny Test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; - it rules - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're interested, try my best friend's best test: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=6936188936100731841"&gt;The Genghis Khan Genetic Fitness Masterpiece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;
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  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;darkness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;spontaneity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;vulgarity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17565214125862764376"&gt;The 3 Variable Funny Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=jason_bateman"&gt;jason_bateman&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsnazz:1792</id>
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    <title>Meme...</title>
    <published>2007-03-09T13:07:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T13:07:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Comment with the words "Top Ten" or "Top Five", and I will reply with a subject for which you will generate a top ten (or top five) list. Post the list and instructions in your own journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maviscruet asked me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 reasons NEVER to have children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You will never have to feign interest in My Little Pony (although hey, as the parent of a boy I get to avoid this too).&lt;br /&gt;2)  You will not have to suffer the inconvenience and humiliation of having a three-year-old jump on your back while you have your head stuck down the toilet after a particularly merry New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;3) You will not have to get up at 7 sharp and play complex games with toy cars after being up most of the night partying.&lt;br /&gt;4) You will not have the back of your car so splattered with milk that it looks like an explosion in a whitewash factory.&lt;br /&gt;5) You will still have some money.</content>
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    <title>First party in the new house</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T19:43:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T19:43:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We have had a few people round to supper since moving in, but Saturday was the first gathering of any size.  There were sixteen of us for dinner (to celebrate mrnazz 's birthday) and we had six guests staying overnight.  We commandeered the playroom and set up two tables in there, six on one and ten on the other.  A bit of a squeeze but it worked very well.  It meant we could have drinks in the living room first, and use the dining part of the kitchen (which would seat 10 max) as a staging area.  I found it much easier than in the old house where everything was open plan (and smaller).  It'll be easier still in the summer as we'll be able to put up our marquee and eat on the patio.  Then we won't have to move all the tables before going to bed, which we did this time, firstly because the young master would not have been amused in the morning to find his playroom full of dining tables, and secondly because the house was so full of overnight guests that we were sleeping in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cheese and port everyone was more than a little merry and it was then that someone spotted the hats from my son's dressing up box, so we all had to try them on.  The Thunderbirds helmet probably saved me from having a hangover as it was quite hard to drink while wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely a good house for parties!</content>
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    <title>I am officially an old fart as far as music goes</title>
    <published>2007-02-12T20:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-12T20:21:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Surprised about the 90s Alternative given that I basically lost interest in music around 1994 - suffered burnout after working in a record shop for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80's Alternative: Highest Influence&lt;br /&gt;80's Pop: Highest Influence&lt;br /&gt;Classic Rock: Highest Influence&lt;br /&gt;90's Alternative: High Influence&lt;br /&gt;80's Rock: Medium Influence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>I have less patience than a 3 year old</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T22:43:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-11T22:43:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We haven't had a proper family day out since the move, so today we took Little Nazz to the Science Museum.  After several hours we decided it was time to go home (although he would really have liked to go back into the computer games exhibit) and started back to the car.  As we passed the Natural History Museum a little voice piped up "Dinosaurs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon has to be one of the worst possible times to see dinosaurs at the Natural History Museum, but dinosaurs are this month's project at nursery and he was very keen, so in we went and joined the queue.  The exhibition had obviously reached the fire limit and we were being let in a few at a time.  Then we had to queue all the way along the catwalk inside to see the T Rex, my son as cool as a cucumber and me biting my tongue and trying not to climb the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The T Rex roared a lot and our boy roared back at it and we all laughed.  A great day out in the end!</content>
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    <title>!!</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T23:25:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T23:25:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mrnazz is here, but not allowed to post.  For some reason admin thinks he may be a minor and he has to furnish proof of his age before he is allowed to post anything!</content>
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    <title>We've finally got all our stuff out of store</title>
    <published>2007-02-09T11:31:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">That is, the furniture that has been in storage since my mother died a few years ago, and all the books, CDs and general clutter that we put into store while trying to sell our old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage, having been emptied of boxes once since we moved in, is now mostly full again and won't be so easy to clear this time as a lot of the stuff which at the time we weren't sure whether we were going to need again (baby clothes and so forth) needs to go on Ebay.  Luckily I DO have time to deal with it all as I'm in the window where my son is at nursery enough to give me some extra time, but not enough to make it worth looking for a part time job (that'll happen in 2008 when he goes to school).</content>
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