<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:12:26.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Alias's: Drunkenglishgirl on AIM, c_wyllie at yahoo.co.uk, or lottybear at hotmail.co.uk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>362</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-5597412324309673110</id><published>2008-12-19T23:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:21:43.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Die cat die</title><content type='html'>The cat has taken to licking the plug socket, so fingers crossed!! I might get the best Christmas present ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the wrapping and christmas shopping but then realised I was two presents short, maybe three. It's just never ending. Unfortunately my money is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panto tomorrow with the Beavers. I don't think the 'special' one is coming so I think I can cope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-5597412324309673110?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5597412324309673110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=5597412324309673110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5597412324309673110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5597412324309673110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/12/die-cat-die.html' title='Die cat die'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-4532272974054217733</id><published>2008-12-10T22:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:36:52.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEGYzfS8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/zJYu_6J-gWI/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEGYzfS8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/zJYu_6J-gWI/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278293639806536642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEFh69QbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hU3EbMuxWDE/s1600-h/019+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEFh69QbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hU3EbMuxWDE/s320/019+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278293625073910194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEFbAmrhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oh8a0c0ClJk/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEFbAmrhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oh8a0c0ClJk/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278293623218548242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEEn2ZC8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oJCA7_ytVjs/s1600-h/027+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEEn2ZC8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/oJCA7_ytVjs/s320/027+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278293609485503426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEEHrnibI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OuajcLxqhuI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEEHrnibI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OuajcLxqhuI/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278293600850381234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the long weekend in Paris was lovely, although I might not recommend doing a coach trip again, the price was fab but I did feel a little but like I was on a special bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the pics speak for themselves - Paris was beautiful - as were the crepes with chocolate sauce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-4532272974054217733?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4532272974054217733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=4532272974054217733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4532272974054217733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4532272974054217733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/12/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SUBEGYzfS8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/zJYu_6J-gWI/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-6898888317713558292</id><published>2008-10-21T21:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:38:43.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Only in America</title><content type='html'>An actual news story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legal case against God thrown out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, October 16 03:44 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge has thrown out a case against God - as the Almighty doesn't have an official address and legal papers can't be served. Skip related content&lt;br /&gt;Related photos / videos Legal case against God thrown out Nebraska State Senator Ernie Chambers filed the lawsuit last year seeking a permanent injunction against God who he said made terrorist threats against him and his Omaha constituents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, he said God inspired fear and caused "widespread death, destruction and terrorisation of millions upon millions of the Earth's inhabitants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US politician said his case was over the fact that everyone should have access to the courts regardless of whether they have money or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Douglas County District Court Judge Marlon Polk ruled that under state law a plaintiff must have access to the defendant for a lawsuit to move forward - and this would be rather tricky under the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge Polk said: "Given that this court finds that there can never be service effectuated on the named defendant this action will be dismissed with prejudice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Senator Chambers, a law school graduate, thinks he's found a hole in the judge's ruling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "The court itself acknowledges the existence of God. A consequence of that acknowledgement is a recognition of God's omniscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since God knows everything, God has notice of this lawsuit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Chambers, who has served a record 38 years in the Nebraska Legislature, has 30 days to decide whether to appeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-6898888317713558292?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6898888317713558292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=6898888317713558292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6898888317713558292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6898888317713558292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/10/only-in-america.html' title='Only in America'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-5743572179026097277</id><published>2008-10-21T21:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:34:50.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening</title><content type='html'>Things I have done since I last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have bought a hamster on the spur of the moment. She is called Cornelius and really cute, although slighty/extremely stupid and possibly blind - howeve that makes her funnier to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Decorating and decorating the house - its never ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Written my Christmas cards and wrapped presents. Is that really wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Planned the Halloween party - I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that has pretty much been my life for the last month. How sad it that! I need to get out more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-5743572179026097277?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5743572179026097277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=5743572179026097277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5743572179026097277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5743572179026097277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-evening.html' title='Good Evening'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-5835584830790684574</id><published>2008-09-05T20:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:47:51.779Z</updated><title type='text'>Day Out Decisions</title><content type='html'>Kirsten came home with a list today, typed up, no less, with suggestions of places she would like to visit on our day out on Sunday. Now, York or London I can see happening, however, Hogwarts or Never Never Land, maybe not. However, she put a lot of thought and time in to it so I guess I'll humour her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-5835584830790684574?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5835584830790684574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=5835584830790684574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5835584830790684574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5835584830790684574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-out-decisions.html' title='Day Out Decisions'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-6174185983154882477</id><published>2008-09-04T20:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:38:26.742Z</updated><title type='text'>still ill</title><content type='html'>Yay. Molly &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Stacy read my blogs. I must be popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is still sore, very sore, and I now have a crappy cough, so poor Kirsten has heard me coughing, spluttering and whining for three whole days now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the planning for the Halloween party is going well, at least we've planned the alcohol and how to make it look more blood like. That's exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bed is calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-6174185983154882477?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6174185983154882477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=6174185983154882477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6174185983154882477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6174185983154882477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-ill.html' title='still ill'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-2922128919419386327</id><published>2008-09-03T19:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:41:47.395Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>After as prompt from Molly - the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; person who missed my blogs apparently... I decided to start again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just got back from Morrisons with a bag of magazines, chocolate, lucozade, vitamin c and cold and flu medicine. Yes - I am ill - and be prepared to hear a lot about it. I am a bad patient. And when my throat feels like it's been cut with razors, I can't speak too much, but I can still write. So this is probably going to be my outpouring. I am feeling a little bit bad as my housemate has been really good about my moaning, and now she's starting to come down with it too. So sorry Kirsten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been planning the Halloween / Kirsten's birthday party. I need a good outfit so any suggestions would be appreciated. As you know I'm not so much of a fancy dress person so I'm going to really try this year. I am VERY excited about the chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time for bed, early night tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2922128919419386327?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2922128919419386327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2922128919419386327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2922128919419386327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2922128919419386327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/09/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-8876484106277445983</id><published>2008-05-02T21:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:43:18.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Sex Pest Seal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SBuK6CGpT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FT2CtN6XGQ8/s1600-h/seal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SBuK6CGpT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FT2CtN6XGQ8/s320/seal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195899324703788962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news report is hillarious. Good old BBC. Poor Penguin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'An Antarctic fur seal has been observed trying to have sex with a king penguin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The South African-based scientists who witnessed the incident say it is the most unusual case of mammal mating behaviour yet known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident, which lasted for 45 minutes and was caught on camera, is reported in the Journal of Ethology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bizarre event took place on a beach on Marion Island, a sub-Antarctic island that is home to both fur seals and king penguins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the seal attempted to have sex with the penguin is unclear. But the scientists who photographed the event speculate that it was the behaviour of a frustrated, sexually inexperienced young male seal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100kg seal first subdued the 15kg penguin by lying on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguin flapped its flippers and attempted to stand and escape - but to no avail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seal may have been frustrated in its attempts to find a partner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seal then alternated between resting on the penguin, and thrusting its pelvis, trying to insert itself, unsuccessfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 45 minutes the seal gave up, swam into the water and then completely ignored the bird it had just assaulted, the scientists report.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-8876484106277445983?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8876484106277445983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=8876484106277445983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/8876484106277445983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/8876484106277445983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-pest-seal.html' title='Sex Pest Seal'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/SBuK6CGpT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/FT2CtN6XGQ8/s72-c/seal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-623584823662613140</id><published>2008-02-19T22:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:22:11.305Z</updated><title type='text'>RIP Boris the hamster</title><content type='html'>So we have some sad news on Sunday, Boris the hamster passed away. Altogether now, aww. So far the ground has been too frozen to bury him, so the funeral isn't taking place yet. Maybe tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, we're thinking of getting a pig. Not a big one, but one we can keep in the house. A minature pig, if you will. I'm thinking that it will be fun, and give the cat a bit of competition and keep her in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R7tWI59XuGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PtktPRHGejk/s1600-h/top_pic2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R7tWI59XuGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PtktPRHGejk/s320/top_pic2d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168819708334946402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how cute is he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-623584823662613140?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/623584823662613140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=623584823662613140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/623584823662613140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/623584823662613140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip-boris-hamster.html' title='RIP Boris the hamster'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R7tWI59XuGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PtktPRHGejk/s72-c/top_pic2d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-2486276760292237526</id><published>2008-02-10T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:06:31.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Sponsorship time again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowNetworking="all" height="230" width="150" align="middle" data="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/widgets/jgwidget.swf" flashvars="EggId=1025906&amp;IsMS=0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/widgets/jgwidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="EggId=1025906&amp;IsMS=0" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Race for Life time again and it's such a good cause so please dig deep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2486276760292237526?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2486276760292237526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2486276760292237526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2486276760292237526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2486276760292237526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/02/sponsorship-time-again.html' title='Sponsorship time again!!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-8377794263857699751</id><published>2008-02-04T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:30:40.720Z</updated><title type='text'>The Staff Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvRaddQvI/AAAAAAAAADo/hhyG2AzScyM/s1600-h/DSCF1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvRaddQvI/AAAAAAAAADo/hhyG2AzScyM/s320/DSCF1450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147474010718962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvR6ddQwI/AAAAAAAAADw/98VpGfAvhdA/s1600-h/DSCF1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvR6ddQwI/AAAAAAAAADw/98VpGfAvhdA/s320/DSCF1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147482600653570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvSaddQxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-bTzayElWHg/s1600-h/DSCF1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvSaddQxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-bTzayElWHg/s320/DSCF1447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147491190588178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvS6ddQyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZIp4qkqMKhM/s1600-h/DSCF1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvS6ddQyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZIp4qkqMKhM/s320/DSCF1456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147499780522786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvVaddQzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oFhd8MHE9K0/s1600-h/DSCF1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvVaddQzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oFhd8MHE9K0/s320/DSCF1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147542730195762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csladdQqI/AAAAAAAAADA/gC_tHFAc3Co/s1600-h/DSCF1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csladdQqI/AAAAAAAAADA/gC_tHFAc3Co/s320/DSCF1441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144519073219234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csm6ddQrI/AAAAAAAAADI/hvZ01drnm6I/s1600-h/DSCF1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csm6ddQrI/AAAAAAAAADI/hvZ01drnm6I/s320/DSCF1444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144544843023026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csnaddQsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rj_Zo7ACVrc/s1600-h/DSCF1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csnaddQsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rj_Zo7ACVrc/s320/DSCF1443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144553432957634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csn6ddQtI/AAAAAAAAADY/5P0_LHwRhjI/s1600-h/DSCF1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csn6ddQtI/AAAAAAAAADY/5P0_LHwRhjI/s320/DSCF1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144562022892242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csoqddQuI/AAAAAAAAADg/76NuyXFkM6A/s1600-h/DSCF1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6csoqddQuI/AAAAAAAAADg/76NuyXFkM6A/s320/DSCF1442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163144574907794146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-8377794263857699751?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8377794263857699751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=8377794263857699751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/8377794263857699751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/8377794263857699751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/02/staff-party.html' title='The Staff Party!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R6cvRaddQvI/AAAAAAAAADo/hhyG2AzScyM/s72-c/DSCF1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-9145194705936297350</id><published>2008-01-24T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:48:50.195Z</updated><title type='text'>My birthday night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVpaddQmI/AAAAAAAAACg/14gag_zWaps/s1600-h/DSCF1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVpaddQmI/AAAAAAAAACg/14gag_zWaps/s320/DSCF1437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159178649351307874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVp6ddQnI/AAAAAAAAACo/zQKwUUuDI1I/s1600-h/DSCF1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVp6ddQnI/AAAAAAAAACo/zQKwUUuDI1I/s320/DSCF1438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159178657941242482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVqKddQoI/AAAAAAAAACw/UJDuKExac3c/s1600-h/DSCF1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVqKddQoI/AAAAAAAAACw/UJDuKExac3c/s320/DSCF1439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159178662236209794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVqaddQpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wmSUjwvrsYI/s1600-h/DSCF1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVqaddQpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wmSUjwvrsYI/s320/DSCF1440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159178666531177106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT8qddQiI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZbQlwY_j5ok/s1600-h/DSCF1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT8qddQiI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZbQlwY_j5ok/s320/DSCF1432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159176781040534050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT9addQjI/AAAAAAAAACI/qVamEhs2rvI/s1600-h/DSCF1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT9addQjI/AAAAAAAAACI/qVamEhs2rvI/s320/DSCF1433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159176793925435954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT-KddQkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CW4iZCJH08I/s1600-h/DSCF1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT-KddQkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CW4iZCJH08I/s320/DSCF1435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159176806810337858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT-addQlI/AAAAAAAAACY/7uCAp_unFgI/s1600-h/DSCF1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kT-addQlI/AAAAAAAAACY/7uCAp_unFgI/s320/DSCF1434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159176811105305170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic meal out on Saturday for my pre-birthday celebrations. The highlight was the whole pub singing happy birthday to me at midnight. Turns out it was more embarrassing than I realised it would be...my cheeks are still burning! But thanks guys for doing that!&lt;br /&gt;I had a slightly awkward coversation with someone who obviously knew who I was. He spent a good hour or so talking to me and I had NO idea who he was or how he knew me. It was painful. Only on the way home did I realise who he was. Turns out I used to drink with him every weekend in the pub when I was seventeen/eighteen! Maybe my memory is going with my old age...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-9145194705936297350?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/9145194705936297350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=9145194705936297350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/9145194705936297350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/9145194705936297350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-birthday-night-out.html' title='My birthday night out'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R5kVpaddQmI/AAAAAAAAACg/14gag_zWaps/s72-c/DSCF1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-6653268446050521813</id><published>2008-01-01T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:03:58.192Z</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R3orop50ZYI/AAAAAAAAABY/ebnpjVpllnE/s1600-h/DSCF1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R3opwJ50ZXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K4Q7uBs3jbI/s320/DSCF1392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150475031120471410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-6653268446050521813?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6653268446050521813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=6653268446050521813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6653268446050521813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6653268446050521813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve-party.html' title='New Years Eve Party'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/R3orop50ZYI/AAAAAAAAABY/ebnpjVpllnE/s72-c/DSCF1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-4671614219497330429</id><published>2007-12-28T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:54:27.991Z</updated><title type='text'>I survived</title><content type='html'>Well my toes didn't fall off and I didn't die - I survived the Christmas Day Swim!!&lt;br /&gt;It was cold, freezing in fact, and raining, and the tide was out which didn't make it any easier but despite that it was good fun, and I may even consider doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the most exciting thing is that I have a new laptop and I am loving it! I'm having fun exploring the delights it has to offer. AND it has wireless internet. Finally I have caught up with the rest of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-4671614219497330429?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4671614219497330429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=4671614219497330429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4671614219497330429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4671614219497330429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-survived.html' title='I survived'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-2123170663356781223</id><published>2007-12-24T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:59:10.520Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas tomorrow! and while you're all in the warm and opening presents please remember me. IN THE SEA. For the Christmas Day Swim!  I am so scared and a little worried that me toes might fall off with the cold. I'm not sure if that can happen but just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2123170663356781223?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2123170663356781223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2123170663356781223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2123170663356781223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2123170663356781223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-tomorrow-and-while-youre-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-4741142006103344057</id><published>2007-12-10T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:07:42.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blues</title><content type='html'>I had a shcok today when I realised that I didn't like Malt Loaf anymore. Well its not that I 'disliked' it, but more that I wasn't thrilled to be eating it. It was more like I would eat it if there wasn't anything left in my fridge. Which creates a dilemma. If I don't like Malt Loaf anymore then does that mean I will stop liking my other favourite foods? Would the world end if I stopped loving marmite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms ache from putting together my new dining table this weekend and then putting up the christmas tree. I am feeling very tired and grumpy and not as some may put it 'in the Christmas mood.' I have tried the christmas songs, the wrapping presents and sending cards, but to no avail. Ahhh, poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the christmas party this weekend for work, kind of the final farewell as we are all redundant soon. Anyway, despite the service and food being terrible at the hotel, the night was a good night. I may have accidently propositioned the boss, I really didn't mean it to come out the way it sounded, I was just tyring to make polite conversation after consuming a few bottles of wine... and he disappeared soon after so maybe he was a little scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-4741142006103344057?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4741142006103344057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=4741142006103344057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4741142006103344057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4741142006103344057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-blues.html' title='Christmas Blues'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-4145399244394786523</id><published>2007-11-23T23:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:45:47.159Z</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS SWIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg-ZhhvvWQw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg-ZhhvvWQw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it this year - so sponsorship is needed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-4145399244394786523?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4145399244394786523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=4145399244394786523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4145399244394786523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nA5sml0YWJs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2172503991440903506?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2172503991440903506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2172503991440903506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2172503991440903506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2172503991440903506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/11/blatant-advertising.html' title='Blatant advertising...'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-1934592929420654193</id><published>2007-11-23T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:33:13.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Hunstanton Carnival 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mufz8bbX9b0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mufz8bbX9b0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-1934592929420654193?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1934592929420654193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=1934592929420654193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/1934592929420654193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/1934592929420654193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/11/hunstanton-carnival-2007.html' title='Hunstanton Carnival 2007'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-2768230158294049225</id><published>2007-11-04T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:16:53.581Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween was a good night, Hilary came over, we ate chocolate, watched the Omen, and had lots of trick or treaters. I think I'm only just coming down from the sugar high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire night was fantastic as usual. I went home for the Hunstanton one and the fireworks were amazing. I took some photos to share but I seem to have lost the lead for the camera. So I'll keep you on tenterhooks for a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for a walk in Hunstanton with Mum and my aunt. About a mile into the walk I looked down and realised I was wearing odd shoes, one black, one brown. That kind of shows the mind set I have been in this weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2768230158294049225?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2768230158294049225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2768230158294049225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2768230158294049225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2768230158294049225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-was-good-night-hilary-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-7097677850657822287</id><published>2007-10-30T21:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:52:30.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween - nearly!</title><content type='html'>Yum Yum Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just roasted some pumpkin seeds and they taste lovely! I can't stop eating them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have just carved a fantastic pumpkin - I will add pictures soon. I'm so excited and hyped up on sugar from the chocolate I bought for the trick or treaters tomorrow and ate already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is going to be fun. Hilary and I will be watching scary films, eating pizza and drinking wine, while dressed up in Halloween masks. Hilary doesn't know about the masks yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know a good recipe for the goopy bits inside the pumpkin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-7097677850657822287?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7097677850657822287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=7097677850657822287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7097677850657822287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7097677850657822287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween-nearly.html' title='Happy Halloween - nearly!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-7250570222248401602</id><published>2007-10-21T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:50:02.511Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to those who noticed I haven't been blogging - (Molly).&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief update of my life at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News:&lt;br /&gt;The smelly freak of a lodger has gone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a redundancy payout next year. &lt;br /&gt;It's neally Halloween, which means it's nearly BONFIRE NIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My back is (fingers crossed) fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News:&lt;br /&gt;I have no money now I have no lodger.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being made redundant, as is everyone else where I work. Fun times looking for a new job!&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked that Dumbledore was apparently gay.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Madonna tribute act the other night with Hilary, which was one of the funniest things I've seen in a while. Some old woman dressed up in leotard jumping around a stage. Almost like seeing the real thing....&lt;br /&gt;But a fantastic night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-7250570222248401602?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7250570222248401602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=7250570222248401602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7250570222248401602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7250570222248401602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-to-those-who-noticed-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3339295920164379145</id><published>2007-09-29T16:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:36:47.516Z</updated><title type='text'>New look</title><content type='html'>I had a spur of the moment decision at the hairdressers today to get my hair cut off. Not all of it, not a Britney breakdown cut, but kind of a bob, but longer at the front. I quite like it. The scariest thing was when Krystal, my hairdresser, put her hand around my hair, so it was kind of in a pony tail, and chopped it all off. But I'm really pleased with it. Although most of my family haven't even noticed yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3339295920164379145?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3339295920164379145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3339295920164379145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3339295920164379145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3339295920164379145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-look.html' title='New look'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-2546967501860232834</id><published>2007-09-26T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:39:11.356Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm ALIVE</title><content type='html'>I've finally got the computer up and running, although it's the old, slow, huge computer so it's a little bit tempremental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lodger is still here, making my life misery. Although he has finally started to wash, so the smell isn't quite as bad as before. And as long as I hide all my mail, it means he can't read it. The things you put up with when it comes to paying your mortgage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slipped disc again and have a huge amount of medication to help with the pain, which has the effect of making me feel really, really high all day. It was the strangest thing being at work and feeling soo high. I dread to think what I was saying to my customers! I've come down a little from it now and the room isn't spinning quite so much, so I can string together a sentence now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm investing in a new computer over the next few weeks so I will be able to use the internet again more! Yay! My SIMS addiction has been replaced with a Facebook addiction so I'm, not sure if that's good or bad.... On that subject, I can't believe someone used the phrase 'You went into finance too! Awesome!' on my facebook wall. Who gets that excited about finance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2546967501860232834?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2546967501860232834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2546967501860232834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2546967501860232834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2546967501860232834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m ALIVE'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-920918684900958602</id><published>2007-09-19T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:32:26.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Alton Towers</title><content type='html'>Well we finally made it to Alton Towers. We had aimed to go in May, but because certain people couldn't get their acts together - not me - it got postponed until September. But we finally went. It was amazing and definately worth the wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day: &lt;br /&gt;Mark threatening two ten year olds on the rapids, who then laid in wait for us after we finished the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Mark using the phrase 'you pump it, you pay for it' to an icecream man.&lt;br /&gt;Paul sulking after LOSING at Duel.&lt;br /&gt;Mark getting scared and insisting on holding on to us both in Hex, the lamest, least scary ride on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Paul playing tiffanys 'I think we're alone now', the whole journey home. Trying to get the harmonising right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the funnest days of the year and I am definately buying the season ticket next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-920918684900958602?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/920918684900958602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=920918684900958602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/920918684900958602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/920918684900958602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/09/alton-towers.html' title='Alton Towers'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-1097702513037771967</id><published>2007-08-28T20:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:49:23.955Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason I've been so lame in writing here recently is because I'm using this old computer of Mum's. And when I say old, I mean old. In computer years, its pushing eighty. And it doesnt like most sites, like facebook, or blogger, or any sites I use. My poor laptop has died. The guy who 'fixed it' actually managed to break it more and charged me £100 for the priviledge. So I need someone to give me a new laptop, because at this rate I will be using this antique for the next two years before I can afford another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lodger is hiding in his room tonight, possibly because I have been abrupt and silent (rude) around him for the last week. I'm trying to make him realise HE wants to move out, rather than I want him out. But I'm starting to get a guilt trip over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-1097702513037771967?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1097702513037771967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=1097702513037771967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/1097702513037771967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/1097702513037771967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/reason-ive-been-so-lame-in-writing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3063510051245549021</id><published>2007-08-20T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:52:24.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Lodger from HELL</title><content type='html'>This week I have learnt NEVER to trust my own judgement again. Welcome to the soap opera that has become my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I interview what appeared to be a normal guy to be my new lodger. He moved in on Monday. By Tuesday I wanted him out. He is possibly the most annoying person I have ever met. And I've caught him reading my mail. So, I have a few plans in place to get him out. At the moment my favourite is getting Malcolm round to pretend to be my ex-con, jealous, boyfriend. Any suggestions would be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3063510051245549021?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3063510051245549021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3063510051245549021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3063510051245549021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3063510051245549021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/lodger-from-hell.html' title='Lodger from HELL'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3172035403745594392</id><published>2007-08-06T19:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:45:59.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Human Tetris</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to Kate for finding this. It's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3172035403745594392?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3172035403745594392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3172035403745594392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3172035403745594392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3172035403745594392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/human-tetris.html' title='Human Tetris'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-4891031430094931185</id><published>2007-08-06T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:44:12.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Marmite rules</title><content type='html'>Seeing as I'm averaging about 1 post a month, I thought I'd get my act together. &lt;br /&gt;I've had a busy few weeks. Family/friends/stuff. Computer still hasn't been fixed so I'm on the old,slow, bulky, second hand thing that Mum donated to me when they upgraded at the hotel. But it gives me the internet. I don't know how I've lived without checking my emails twenty times a day. But I will write more often now. And maybe even post pics on My Space and facebook. So can everyone STOP nagging me about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tip for the week, eat Marmite to stop getting bitten by mosquitos. They don't like the taste. I eat marmite every day and never get bitten, and the one day I missed I got three bites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-4891031430094931185?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4891031430094931185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=4891031430094931185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4891031430094931185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4891031430094931185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/marmite-rules.html' title='Marmite rules'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3108194240410599963</id><published>2007-07-19T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:48:19.412Z</updated><title type='text'>I AM alive!</title><content type='html'>I figured it was time to post, as it was a month today since I last posted. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, brother number two passed his driving test today, which I'm happy about, but kind of worried that he might crash as well. I think the overprotective older sister thing is kicking in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to put the holiday pictures up, but the computer is still broken, despite having tkaen it to be fixed....he somehow managed to break something else at the same time so I'm kind of mad about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delphine moves out tomorrow which I'm sad about, so now I have the task of finding a new roomate. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Harry Potter this weekend which I am soooo excited about. I've had this weekend planned since February when I pre-ordered the book. So just a warning - do not disturb me this weekend. At all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3108194240410599963?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3108194240410599963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3108194240410599963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3108194240410599963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3108194240410599963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-alive.html' title='I AM alive!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3906630066352989374</id><published>2007-06-19T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:30:33.443Z</updated><title type='text'>It's the Race for Life on Tuesday!!!</title><content type='html'>Not long now, so please dig deep for a good cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/rss/GetFundraisingPage2.asp?eventgivinggroupid=600338" width="195px" height="322px" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3906630066352989374?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3906630066352989374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3906630066352989374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3906630066352989374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3906630066352989374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-race-for-life-on-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s the Race for Life on Tuesday!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-8562304037521407142</id><published>2007-06-12T17:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:14:37.569Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Oh My God, Where is this year going. I can;t believe it's only a few weeks until my holiday, and even less until my Race for Life! The training has been pathetic recently. I really need to get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Frank Skinner last night in London. It was for a pilot for a new show, and was pretty funny. We got front row seats so that was good. It turned into a family event, and there were NO arguments. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend doing the garden, and I'm so impressed with what I have done. I still ache from the four hours of solid digging but it looks good. I am going to post pictures as soon as my computer gets fixed. I have a new camera now so I need an excuse to use it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do the decent thing today and give blood, but after two blood tests they wouldn't take any! How ungrateful! Apparently my iron levels are too low. I was quite looking forward to feeling all smug and proud for doing a good thing, but it wasn't to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-8562304037521407142?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8562304037521407142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=8562304037521407142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/8562304037521407142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/8562304037521407142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-2440749821652357422</id><published>2007-06-05T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:57:52.353Z</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy few weeks. And my computer still doesn't work. I really need to get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, its only 3 weeks until my holiday in New York and Boston! I can't wait to see Stacy, Kate, Andy, Crystal and Mike etc. And if anyone else wants to meet up, get booked in soon, cos I'm a popular girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I have to fininsh painting the kitchen. I started the job a week and a half ago, thinking I would have it done in a day or two. Not really the best planning. I'm hoping to do a wall each night, but I might just leave it until Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, sleep time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2440749821652357422?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2440749821652357422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2440749821652357422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2440749821652357422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2440749821652357422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-6581001711417788322</id><published>2007-05-21T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:48:31.734Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stacy</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday - although belated - to Stacy! I wish my computer hadn't died so I post some embarrassing pictures. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a day off and I have spent the last 4 hours writing up a work thing about customer service. It is gradually driving me mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-6581001711417788322?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6581001711417788322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=6581001711417788322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6581001711417788322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/6581001711417788322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-stacy.html' title='Happy Birthday Stacy'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-4189272111028169133</id><published>2007-05-16T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:25:35.101Z</updated><title type='text'>Rubbing shoulders with the celebs..</title><content type='html'>I got to enjoy a day out of the office today! It was a 'work thing' but I got to go to London and have a day out at the BBC. I saw Connie from Blue Peter, and Paul O Grady, from a distance! Maybe I'm a little over-excited by this! But it was a good day and we did some shopping at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gone for a run in the rain, which was strangly refreshing but now I feel about ready to collapse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-4189272111028169133?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4189272111028169133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=4189272111028169133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4189272111028169133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4189272111028169133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/05/rubbing-shoulders-with-celebs.html' title='Rubbing shoulders with the celebs..'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-304380366062597303</id><published>2007-05-14T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:49:07.847Z</updated><title type='text'>Eurovision fever</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention the excitement of Saturday night. It was EUROVISION! In our house that involved chocolate, marshmallows, a candle, an argument over who was best, france or england, and 24 talentless acts. But the 'funnest' part of the night was trying to toast the marshmallows over the candle. Hint - don't use a scented candle, it doesn't taste great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-304380366062597303?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/304380366062597303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=304380366062597303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/304380366062597303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/304380366062597303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/05/eurovision-fever.html' title='Eurovision fever'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-5511603274583940711</id><published>2007-05-13T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:09:22.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Nearly party time!!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting more and more excited about the party on Saturday. I think that there is definately something that has been forgotten, but I'm not sure what. Music, check, although it was left to mum to book, which to be honest probably means I'll ge tthere and there wont be any...food, yes, me, yes. That's all the important things! So, as it's going to be THE place to be on Saturday night, you all better show up. Well apart from the Americans. They have an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the leaving do for Jas, which was fun, although i did end up being covered in a glass of wine. Not my fault. The waitress knocked it over me. Then tried to charge me for another! But the night was good fun, although the hangover on Saturday wasn't great. But we did find this room in some random club which was playing take that and chesney hawkes, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Norwich today with Delphine. It rained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-5511603274583940711?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5511603274583940711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=5511603274583940711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5511603274583940711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5511603274583940711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/05/nearly-party-time.html' title='Nearly party time!!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3994674798238044804</id><published>2007-05-09T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:15:30.768Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>As I haven't written much recently you've probably guessed that I've either got a life or my computer is still broken. I'll give you a hint, it's not the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a week in the Isle of Man which was pretty fun. The weather was good, the work was ok, the island was great. It's not somewhere I would think of going normally but it is lovely and the scenery is amazing. Although it wasn't so much of a break, as it was work, it really gave me the chance to reassess things and come back to work feeling more positive and it has given me the energy to get out of this rut. That's my new new years resolution. Stay positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the party is on the 19th at the Coach House, so be there or be square!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3994674798238044804?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3994674798238044804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3994674798238044804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3994674798238044804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3994674798238044804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3179440126116278225</id><published>2007-04-26T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:41:06.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>It's been a hectic few weeks, but in good ways. I'm going to the Isle of Man next week with work. Yes, some people get to go to New York, Europe, hawaii, I get the Isle of Man.. In preparation I am trying to find out what there is to do there, seeing as it's such a small place. Apparently there's a museum which gives a demonstration of curing Kippers on Oak Chips. This is going to be a FUN week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went to London yesterday to do some shopping and be in the audience of Clive Anderson's Chat Room, which was fun. Only blip of the day was the continual calls from work. Apparently 'day off' doesn't apply if you work for Barclays. This meant that I had to spend an hour of my time wondering  London to try and find a fax machine so they could fax my my work permit to sign for next week. Apparently they didn't think of it on Tuesday, when I was in the office all day. Muppets. So the shopping trip consisted of three shops as we ran out of time. There is a learning point for this though, I am never going to answer my phone when work calls EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to go into Primark in Oxford Street. One word, amazing. It was ridiculously busy, but I'll put up with that for those prices. I bought a pair of shoes, two handbags, sunglasses, a kimono dressing gown, and trousers for £20. I'm so cheap..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3179440126116278225?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3179440126116278225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3179440126116278225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3179440126116278225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3179440126116278225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-154600532889781964</id><published>2007-04-12T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:48:46.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Things I have broken this week...</title><content type='html'>1. My new designer sunglasses,  I trod on them, and then cried.&lt;br /&gt;2. My car, a little bit. A great bit of driving as per usual, meant that when I pulled over to the side of the road to get out of the way of a police car, I hit the kurb wrong and the hubcap rolled off down the road, to be promply run over and smashed by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;3. My computer, again, which means I haven't posted much.&lt;br /&gt;4. My nail&lt;br /&gt;5. My lawnmower - although that was a bit more than a week ago. But I bought a new one which is AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not the most successful week in Charlotte world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-154600532889781964?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/154600532889781964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=154600532889781964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/154600532889781964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/154600532889781964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-have-broken-this-week.html' title='Things I have broken this week...'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-7419173994176720059</id><published>2007-04-07T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:10:39.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend</title><content type='html'>The weather is amazing, I'm about to go down to the beach for a run and it's lovely. Unfortunately that means Hunny is full of tourists, which I hate. And they're English tourists, which are possbily the worst, following Americans. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It's already been a busy weekend so I'm pleased to be home chilling out for a few days. A long weekend, nice weather, and free food and laundry, what more can you ask for!  And no work! Yay! Although we had a 'team meal' last night, but it wasn't to workish which was good. And it was free food on the company card, which makes it worthwhile. I'm kind of using this blog to delay running, so it doesn't even really have a point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little disturbed by the new Britney &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17387061/"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;, probably because thanks to Kate, I have a mild obsession with Howie, dating back to Union days. Ah good times. I think there's even a picture of us with him somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-7419173994176720059?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7419173994176720059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=7419173994176720059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7419173994176720059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7419173994176720059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-5331062447851940882</id><published>2007-04-04T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:07:02.844Z</updated><title type='text'>1 Year</title><content type='html'>My computer has broken. The bit where the charger goes in needs fixing, so in the meantime I have no access to my ITunes, internet (unless I steal my housemates computer) and everything else that I need for my day to day life. I can't believe how much I miss my computer. I really should take this as a warning to back up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is crazy, as per usual. But it's the Easter/chocolate holiday this weekend, which is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, congrats to &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=2699201&amp;amp;blogID=247415351&amp;amp;Mytoken=6DBC18EF-6A99-456A-A03EEDF5A437A8B176026152"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt;! I want an invite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-5331062447851940882?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5331062447851940882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=5331062447851940882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5331062447851940882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/5331062447851940882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-year.html' title='1 Year'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-369607413297092160</id><published>2007-03-21T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:33:45.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Contenders ready?</title><content type='html'>Oh My God, Gladiators is back on tv! I just foun dit on some random digital channel. I'm so excited. However it isn't quite as good as I remembered it, but still, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhYKEmxY7_c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhYKEmxY7_c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I met a few of them at the Truckfest one year, although I can't remember which ones, obviously didn't have such an impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-369607413297092160?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/369607413297092160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=369607413297092160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/369607413297092160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/369607413297092160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/03/contenders-ready.html' title='Contenders ready?'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-1393829278492550629</id><published>2007-03-20T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:34:33.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Yucky</title><content type='html'>Apparently Mr Tumble from the &lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/20032007/344/bbc-denies-mr-tumble-swearing-claim.html"&gt;CBeebies&lt;/a&gt; has been swearing at children in sign language, which is pretty funny. Probably the only funny thing I heard today given the fact that work has been horrendous. But that combined with chocolate chip cookies has made me feel a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are still living down the Friday night work do. Luckily my drunken ramblings didn't seem to offend anyone,  well not that they've said anything yet! So I'm thinking we need to arrange another one soon, before more people quit and there's nobody left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the starting of something, I'm not sure if its a cold or something worse, but I know my throat is really scratchy and I'm feeling queasy, which doesn't bode well as it's the busiest time of year at work. So I think tonight will be an early night with a hot water bottle. However I do have the BEST hotwater bottle. Its Babe the pig and it's huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was fixed today, so I can tell what speed I'm doing again and the engine light has stopped going on! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Eastender then bed.  I have such a wild life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-1393829278492550629?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1393829278492550629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=1393829278492550629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/1393829278492550629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/1393829278492550629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-yucky.html' title='Feeling Yucky'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-4844992148845892287</id><published>2007-03-18T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:00:22.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been really busy. Friday night we had a work night out, I managed to avoid the people I don't like, and it turned out to be really good fun. I did learn a few things though. &lt;br /&gt;1. Don't wear new shoes that you can't walk in.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't get into serious conversations with people when you're both drunk, you know you'll never quite remember what you said the next day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't just accept drink after drink, especially from strangers, and remember to buy a round once in a while. I was really suprised that I woke up the next day and had only spent £15 pounds, and the taxi cost £12 there and back, which means I bought one drink...&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to take your camera. I missed some classic shots of Mark's dancing. We were literally crying we were laughing so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saturday was St Patricks Day! And even better I got to go out with Rhiannon - which was a really good surprise! &lt;br /&gt;The downside of the weekend - Rhiannon broke my car. Well, it broke right after I picked her up - so it's her fault. I'm approaching a speed camera, I look down to check the speedo and turns out I'm doing 0 miles per hour. So that's not working, and then a few minutes later the engine maintenance light comes on. It leaves me with the dilema of how do I get back to Peterborough today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-4844992148845892287?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4844992148845892287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=4844992148845892287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4844992148845892287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/4844992148845892287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-2666668515368443821</id><published>2007-03-07T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:27:29.393Z</updated><title type='text'>In 'Training'</title><content type='html'>Things I have done this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been running TWICE this week&lt;br /&gt;2. I signed up for the Race for Life&lt;br /&gt;3. I regreted signing up for the Race for Life&lt;br /&gt;4. I used the word delightful today&lt;br /&gt;5. I told someone at work that I didnt like them &lt;br /&gt;6. I've done sit ups every night&lt;br /&gt;7. I've not tidied the house, which is making me stressed&lt;br /&gt;8. I got new glasses&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm running out of ideas...&lt;br /&gt;10. I arranged my party, although belated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty productive week and it's only Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently shingles is going around at work. Now,I'm not sure how easy this is to catch, but I'm not a fan of being covered in a rash which then apparently leads to crusty scabs. (I've seen the fact sheet, it's not pretty.) So I think for my protection I need to take the next week off work. Anyone feel like backing up this arguement to my boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks to Ben W for sponsoring me for the Race for Life. Everyone else who wants to sponsor me the link is below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-2666668515368443821?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2666668515368443821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=2666668515368443821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2666668515368443821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/2666668515368443821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-training.html' title='In &apos;Training&apos;'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-263284648476970402</id><published>2007-03-05T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:16:36.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Urgh weddings</title><content type='html'>The strange new girl on our team at work got engaged this weekend, which meant that she spent all this morning flashing her ring finger. I heard her mentioning it first thing and therefore decided to pretend that I didn't notice. It might be petty but it amused me. She kept waving her hand in my direction, practically in front of my face a few times and talked about it as loudly as possible with anyone in the near vicinity, before looking over to me to see if I noticed. I managed up until 3pm, when she just sat down next to me and insisted on telling me everything. I should feel happy for her but I just can't pretend to get excited about things like that. Especially for a girl who asked me last week 'if you're married does that make you miss or mrs?' Honestly, she didn't know. This is the girl who I have to train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get new glasses today. Turns out to be a very expensive thing. Still in shock over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-263284648476970402?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/263284648476970402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=263284648476970402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/263284648476970402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/263284648476970402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/03/urgh-weddings.html' title='Urgh weddings'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3445520229985910185</id><published>2007-03-03T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:13:21.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Feel free to Sponsor Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/rss/GetFundraisingPage2.asp?eventgivinggroupid=600338" width="195px" height="322px" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a moment of madness and signed up for a sponsored run....not quite sure why, but anyway, its for a good cause, so any sponsorship would be welcome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3445520229985910185?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3445520229985910185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3445520229985910185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3445520229985910185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3445520229985910185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/03/feel-free-to-sponsor-me.html' title='Feel free to Sponsor Me'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3078570007160565271</id><published>2007-03-01T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T09:44:38.882Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqT_r7TJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwHhTdBt61o/s1600-h/kate%27s+breast,+loser+and+the+highlighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqT_r7TJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwHhTdBt61o/s320/kate%27s+breast,+loser+and+the+highlighter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038001855499805730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqUAL7TJDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-ZUNwoXA6gQ/s1600-h/awwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqUAL7TJDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-ZUNwoXA6gQ/s320/awwww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038001864089740338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqUAL7TJEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3tQ1SYNHbQ8/s1600-h/loser+and+elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqUAL7TJEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3tQ1SYNHbQ8/s320/loser+and+elmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038001864089740354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqUAb7TJFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YF8Qaur_x3Q/s1600-h/6d8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqUAb7TJFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YF8Qaur_x3Q/s320/6d8f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038001868384707666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 25th birthday of one of my favourite Americans - Losure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spills everything, and was resposible for covering my kitchen, ceiling to floor, with White Lightening, he makes awkward phone calls and he has a terrible English accent, but we love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3078570007160565271?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3078570007160565271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3078570007160565271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3078570007160565271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3078570007160565271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-25th-birthday-of-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yvcrmVGpBaI/ReqT_r7TJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jwHhTdBt61o/s72-c/kate%27s+breast,+loser+and+the+highlighter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-7904994511930548430</id><published>2007-02-27T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:56:44.025Z</updated><title type='text'>Cool as Ice...</title><content type='html'>Urgh, tomorrow morning I have to be up at 5am. Yes, 5am, for work, how wrong is that. All for a job I hate. I love my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I havent blogged for a bit, mainly becuase nothing is going on in my life, I work, sleep and eat. That's pretty much it. My main achievement for the week has been realising that I still remember all the words to Vanilla Ice, Ice Ice Baby. But then that kind of makes me sad because I realise how lame I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp-is6S_b_g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp-is6S_b_g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-7904994511930548430?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7904994511930548430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=7904994511930548430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7904994511930548430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/7904994511930548430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/02/cool-as-ice.html' title='Cool as Ice...'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-3185174986654381131</id><published>2007-02-23T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:40:46.072Z</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Version of this Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLPA4UOOWP8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLPA4UOOWP8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-3185174986654381131?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3185174986654381131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=3185174986654381131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3185174986654381131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/3185174986654381131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-favourite-version-of-this-song.html' title='My Favourite Version of this Song'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-117105504923602048</id><published>2007-02-09T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:04:09.296Z</updated><title type='text'>I have scary neighbours</title><content type='html'>Apparently Stacy and Kate aren't the only ones to have freaky &lt;a href="http://tenpoundsofchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/full-of-razor-blades-and-anthrax.html"&gt;neighbours&lt;/a&gt;. I got a call from my nice neighbours today to tell me that the rubbish collection this morning had been 'sabotaged' - their words. Apparently the neighbours the other side had put polystyrene in my recycling bin so it was sticking out of the top, so the rubbish men wouldn't take it. The wife doesn't like me and my housemate because we are young women. She thinks we might try to steal her husband... Seriously, what kind of psycho does that? She actually waited for me to go to work before she did it this morning! I'm kind of freaked out that she put so much thought into it, and also that she has reverted to going through my rubbish bins. I'm a little scared she might kill us in our sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-117105504923602048?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/117105504923602048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=117105504923602048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117105504923602048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117105504923602048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-scary-neighbours.html' title='I have scary neighbours'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-117087810713859132</id><published>2007-02-07T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:55:07.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Even colder</title><content type='html'>I am so cold, My toes hurt and my nose is numb. I don't like cold. I just want to hibernate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forecast&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy with outbreaks of sleet or snow spreading north giving significant snowfall in places, especially on hills, the snow petering out towards evening. Cold with frost and risk icy surfaces. Maximum temperature 2 °C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side...&lt;br /&gt;Who's up for a snowball fight tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-117087810713859132?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/117087810713859132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=117087810713859132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117087810713859132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117087810713859132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/02/even-colder.html' title='Even colder'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-117079796113213609</id><published>2007-02-06T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:39:21.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>The highlight of the year is getting closer, the 21st July is the new Harry Potter book release date. I've already pre-ordered it. I am sooo cool. I even have the day planned out. I'm not working so I'll be at home, in bed, reading all day. Do NOT disturb me that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting close to that time of year again, that day all single people HATE. So far I've managed to ignore all the Valentines cards in the shops but I think by the 14th I'm going to be seriously pissed off. Up to two years ago I had never not had a Valentines day card/present/(or in Andy's case - a petrol station brand teddy and an email card..such a romantic). Now the highlight of the holiday is whenI rent a movie and eat chocolate on Valentines day night. Alone. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to thank Kate and Stacy for the amazing birthday prsents they sent, especially the chocolate, I ate all of it last night. And felt sick after, but God it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the hotel staff party on Sunday night. The was dancing, there was drink, there was some random naked guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/523508/DSCN1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/959318/DSCN1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/896212/DSCN1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/920613/DSCN1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/575749/DSCN1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/526352/DSCN1468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/683721/DSCN1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/196123/DSCN1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/610945/DSCN1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/979051/DSCN1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-117079796113213609?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/117079796113213609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=117079796113213609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117079796113213609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117079796113213609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/02/brrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrr!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-117010187516640676</id><published>2007-01-29T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:17:55.216Z</updated><title type='text'>25 sucks</title><content type='html'>Twenty five isn't as good as I was hoping. The birthday was distinctly lacking in presents from family, brother No 1 was the only one to get me a present. So well done Alistair. (I'm hoping the naming and shaming will get the others to get their act together).&lt;br /&gt;Being twenty five is kind of depressing. Its a whole quarter of a century. And also closer to thirty than twenty, because youround up from 5. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edinburgh was fun though. We climbed the Scott monument all the way to the top, 287 stairs. &lt;em&gt;And &lt;/em&gt;I got a certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/698434/DSCN1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/857194/DSCN1437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/612542/DSCN1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/336973/DSCN1440.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/284111/DSCN1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/221232/DSCN1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/534893/DSCN1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/74819/DSCN1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/460450/DSCN1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/189244/DSCN1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of Mum from the top of the tower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-117010187516640676?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/117010187516640676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=117010187516640676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117010187516640676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/117010187516640676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/01/25-sucks.html' title='25 sucks'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116966508593572175</id><published>2007-01-24T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:59:00.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Monster Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/24012007/80-132/dutch-shocked-disfigurement-dating-show.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a show I would love to watch. Who else but the Dutch would come up with a dating show for the visibly disfigured. Genius. Unfortunately they've changed the original name from 'Monster Love' to 'Love at Second Sight.' The first was definitely better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116966508593572175?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116966508593572175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116966508593572175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116966508593572175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116966508593572175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/01/monster-love.html' title='Monster Love'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116868937649284816</id><published>2007-01-13T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:56:16.536Z</updated><title type='text'>1 week today... the event of the year - my birthday!</title><content type='html'>I've just booked my flights for Scotland and I'm starting to get excited. Mostly because it means that I have a three day week at work next week, but also because it's my birthday a week today and I'll be in Edinburgh. This trip came around because the parents had a conference there that weekend, and I think Mum felt guilty that it was on my birthday, so she booked a holiday for me there too. I like guilt presents. You get a lot of them in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's now turned into a whole family holiday/business trip, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. I can see it has the potential for disaster. Mainly because nobody likes my parents business partners, one is an accountant, need I say more, although I have plans to be spending a lot of time in the bars demanding birthday drinks from them. Other than that, apart from the one or two compulsary dinners I have to attend I can escape from them. The hotel is right next to the castle so I'm excited about that. This is the &lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/search/hotel_detail.html?propertyID=474"&gt;hotel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint:&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who need to post my birthday presents might want to do that early next week so I get them before I go away. And for ideas look at my wish list on Amazon or just get me something amazing/expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116868937649284816?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116868937649284816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116868937649284816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116868937649284816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116868937649284816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-week-today-event-of-year-my-birthday.html' title='1 week today... the event of the year - my birthday!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116845990669172469</id><published>2007-01-10T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:13:48.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Fat Cat</title><content type='html'>I've been addicted to a video of a walrus working out today. Its hilarious. I can't get a video link of it to put on here, but it's on the bbc news webpage for anyone who's interested. Apparently people are worried that these animals are too fat, which is strange because I thought that was how they survived and kept warm in the sea. I guess all these ones in captivity don't need it so they put them on a diet. Sucks for them, but funny for me. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/573634/fat_dog_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/798335/fat_dog_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other funny fat animals are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/272926/fat_cat_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/468975/fat_cat_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/467774/25216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/987230/25216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was kind of off the subject I was going to write about today, but I got distracted.&lt;br /&gt;My housemate is currently finishing things with her boyfriend, awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to build a wardrobe now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116845990669172469?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116845990669172469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116845990669172469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116845990669172469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116845990669172469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/01/fat-cat.html' title='Fat Cat'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116799666794368158</id><published>2007-01-05T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:49:59.060Z</updated><title type='text'>RIP Washing Machine</title><content type='html'>The washing machine man came around today and officially pronounced my washing machine dead. All I can say is NEVER buy a Servis washing machine. It's only 13 months old. Anyway, it's lucky I took out the extended warranty because they are going to replace it, eventually, hopefully not with another Servis washing machine. So tomorrow I get to spend the day at the laundrette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's my birthday on the 20th January! I have a wishlist on Amazon if people need ideas. Just search my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116799666794368158?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116799666794368158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116799666794368158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116799666794368158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116799666794368158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/01/rip-washing-machine.html' title='RIP Washing Machine'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116793506494831367</id><published>2007-01-04T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:24:24.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sorry for myself</title><content type='html'>This is going to be one of my 'I'm feeling sorry for myself' posts, because, well, I am. I've somehow managed to get a slipped disc in my back. and yes, that's something that usually happens to middle aged people...lucky me. Anyway, it's really sore. On the upside, the painkillers are so strong that I feel out of it most of the time. And I've had a few days off work, only because I can't sit, and with my job that's all I do. Sit in front of a computer all day. So I'm at home, lying down playing on my laptop all day. So not that much better, although I did re-vamp my MySpace page. I think I need to play SIMS now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116793506494831367?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116793506494831367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116793506494831367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116793506494831367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116793506494831367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-sorry-for-myself.html' title='Feeling sorry for myself'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116783063695769295</id><published>2007-01-03T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:24:00.553Z</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/957856/DSCN1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/815669/DSCN1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/483654/DSCN1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/318390/DSCN1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/291233/DSCN1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/221500/DSCN1367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/681524/DSCN1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/242685/DSCN1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/538535/DSCN1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/903993/DSCN1334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/883238/DSCN1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/462747/DSCN1332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/375770/DSCN1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/39500/DSCN1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/831365/DSCN1335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/223498/DSCN1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a fantastic night! I spent New Years at the Mariners, the theme of the night being Childrens TV/Film, so I got to dress like a princess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116783063695769295?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116783063695769295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116783063695769295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116783063695769295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116783063695769295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116734454368546052</id><published>2006-12-28T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:22:23.810Z</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas In Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/562231/DSCN1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/214459/DSCN1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/162050/DSCN1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/25310/DSCN1302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/601285/DSCN1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/533826/DSCN1284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/645740/DSCN1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/735302/DSCN1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/1600/73908/DSCN1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3502/824/320/379691/DSCN1305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have lost the abilty to string a sentence together so I'm going for the 'artistic' look for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is my sixteen year old brother in the Ann Summers fireman stripper outfit... so proud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116734454368546052?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116734454368546052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116734454368546052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116734454368546052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116734454368546052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-christmas-in-pictures_28.html' title='My Christmas In Pictures.'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116674484584260404</id><published>2006-12-21T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:47:25.860Z</updated><title type='text'>It's less that 1 month til my birthday</title><content type='html'>As much as I want to think the next Harry Potter book will have a happy ending, I have a feeling i'm going to be sad. The title, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, doesn't give the impression that I'll be filled with joy by the end. I'm still grieving for Dumbledore, I don't know how i'll cope with anymore deaths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Jack and the Beanstalk tomorrow with the Beavers. I can't wait. It's behind you! Ah classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last day at work for 6 days. It hasnt kicked in yet. I'm still have that panicy mood everytime I think about work, but I think tomorrow when I get a lie in I'll feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116674484584260404?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116674484584260404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116674484584260404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116674484584260404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116674484584260404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-less-that-1-month-til-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s less that 1 month til my birthday'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116656265698146020</id><published>2006-12-19T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:10:58.503Z</updated><title type='text'>I like a beer buzz early in the morning</title><content type='html'>I would like to announce that it is my birthday 1 month tomorrow. And this time its not my half birthday, but my REAL birthday. I just wanted to let you know so you don't leave buying my present until the last minute. I may put a wish list on Amazon - just in case you want ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of the work/life ratio at the moment, or more so the work/sleep ratio. It's all wrong. I need to sleep a good 10 hours a night to function, but the current 5 hours a night is slowly and painfully killing me. I'm not a nice person to be around right now. But on a better note, it's 6 days until Christmas. Which means too much food, too much wine, and presents. My idea of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116656265698146020?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116656265698146020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116656265698146020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116656265698146020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116656265698146020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-like-beer-buzz-early-in-morning.html' title='I like a beer buzz early in the morning'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116595948340491776</id><published>2006-12-12T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:38:03.416Z</updated><title type='text'>I Like Lists</title><content type='html'>Reasons why I haven't posted in ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Work. I now have 3 jobs and I don't have time to sleep let alone live.&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas parties!&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's too cold, which means I hibernate. I really don't like people when it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have the longest ever lasting cold and sore throat, which means I'm miserable, and I make other people miserable witjh my moaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I'm writing now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Most Haunted with Girls Aloud, and I'm scared. Shhh. Sometimes I'm ashamed to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116595948340491776?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116595948340491776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116595948340491776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116595948340491776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116595948340491776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-like-lists.html' title='I Like Lists'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116500695933617644</id><published>2006-12-01T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:02:39.356Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am alive, just really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of Christmas, which means that I can now officially start celebrating. Although I've had the Christmas cards written for two weeks now, I started my shopping in August, and I've been secretly playing a Christmas CD in my car for the last week. Although I was found out the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that right after I discover Laguna Beach on some obscure channel on TV, they replace it with Dawsons Creek! And after watching one episode of Dawsons, I couldn't quite remember &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I was so addicted to it as a teenager. Too much analyzing of relationships in one episode made my head hurt. I miss Laguna, at least these kids aren't pretending to be deep and meaningful, they're shallow and rich and that's why we love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the TV viewing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116500695933617644?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116500695933617644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116500695933617644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116500695933617644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116500695933617644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116380008196907451</id><published>2006-11-17T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:48:31.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Midgets</title><content type='html'>I've not really written much in the last few weeks. It's been so busy with stuff that I haven't had time to. Plus its winter, and I hibernate in winter with my hot water bottle. So people don't tend to see me or hear from me. I wish winter was just a constant duvet day. Apart from December and January, (Christmas and my birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this video is hilarious. - thanks Ben. There's just nothing funnier than midgets, especially &lt;a href="http://www.shooshtime.com/clips/video.php?id=11112"&gt;fightingmidgets.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work tomorrow, which I don't like. In Swindon, which really doesn't fill me with joy. I got a promotion which makes it a bit more bearable as I'm getting paid more for it, but its still a Saturday working and that's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt; DVD player in 2 weeks has died. After returning the first one I thought that would be the end of the problem. turns out not so much. So I get to go back to Tesco and face the rude lady on the returns desk. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116380008196907451?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116380008196907451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116380008196907451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116380008196907451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116380008196907451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/11/fighting-midgets.html' title='Fighting Midgets'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116319693907674472</id><published>2006-11-10T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:17:08.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny cos its true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkq0w6ua_Sg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harsh, but I just can't feel sorry for him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116319693907674472?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116319693907674472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116319693907674472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116319693907674472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116319693907674472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny-cos-its-true.html' title='Funny cos its true.'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116319619678698166</id><published>2006-11-10T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:16:36.766Z</updated><title type='text'>This weeks favourites</title><content type='html'>I love a drunken animal story. &lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/10112006/80-132/drunken-elk-terrorises-swedish-schoolchildren.html"&gt;elk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as much as I love this &lt;a href="http://www.tard-blog.com"&gt;blog.&lt;/a&gt; Please don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116319619678698166?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116319619678698166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116319619678698166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116319619678698166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116319619678698166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-weeks-favourites.html' title='This weeks favourites'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116282979403514745</id><published>2006-11-06T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:16:34.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Suffering from chocolate withdrawal</title><content type='html'>I have to go back to work tomorrow after my little 'accident.' For those of you not in the know, I managed to fall down the stairs the other day which resulted in 3 days of lying flat on the floor while my back muscles recovered and stopped spasming out. Anyway, that was fun. I was planning not to tell too many people about it, as it is a story that will only go to highlight just how clumsy I am, but it seems everybody at work knew about it five minutes after I called in sick. So that didn't really work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Halloween was good, but I ate way too many cupcakes and candy.  So now the diet starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was my favourite weekend of the year. Yes, that's right, Guy Fawkes Night. There's nothing better than burning a man on a fire and then celebrating with fireworks. It was amazing. Pictures later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been productive. I have to do more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116282979403514745?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116282979403514745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116282979403514745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116282979403514745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116282979403514745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/11/suffering-from-chocolate-withdrawal.html' title='Suffering from chocolate withdrawal'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116189486272501588</id><published>2006-10-26T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:34:22.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Lazy days</title><content type='html'>I had the day off today, which was lovely. I had the intention of painting the bathroom but I managed to talk myself out of it, various flimsy excuses, but it all really boils down to laziness and an unexplained aversion to painting, which is strange because I've never actually attempted it before, and it looks like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I did do some Christmas shopping and cleaning, and laundry. I also managed to put time aside to re-introduce myself to the world of SIMS. Ah, heaven. That game kind of makes me realise what God would feel like. I like that job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116189486272501588?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116189486272501588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116189486272501588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116189486272501588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116189486272501588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/10/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy days'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116180308550396909</id><published>2006-10-25T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:04:45.533Z</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Time of Year. Official.</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/6083468.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; story on &lt;a href="http://peachywithasideofkeen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peachy's&lt;/a&gt; blog. It's probably in my top 5 new stories of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to blog but I just haven't had time, read, been bothered. I went to the cinema yesterday which made a nice change. I saw the Devil Wears Prada which was a pretty good film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting excited about Christmas already, which will probably mean I will be sick of it by December 1st. I'm planning to spread the cost of Christmas over a few months, but no doubt I'll still end up spending too much. I kind of want to start decorating and wrapping presents and listening to Christmas songs now but I'll resist. I'll just have to get excited about Halloween. I've got a big pumpkin to carve. And then after Halloween its my FAVOURITE ever holiday, Guy Fawkes Night. I can't wait. This is definately my favourite time of year. It makes me want to sit in front of a big roaring fire, in a cosy pub. Ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116180308550396909?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116180308550396909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116180308550396909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116180308550396909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116180308550396909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-favourite-time-of-year-official.html' title='My Favourite Time of Year. Official.'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116137823695725553</id><published>2006-10-20T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:03:56.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Cravings are driving me CRAZY</title><content type='html'>I need chocolate. Bad. I've been trying to think about other things for the past two hours and it's just getting worse. But if I want chocolate that means a trip to the corner shop. And I'm half in my new pink polka dot PJs, which means changing. What a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had every intention of taking the new housemate out tonight, but it didn't happen. I was tired, she was tired. I feel like an old lady, I just wanted to stay in and read my book, and do laundry. What happened to me? I used to be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116137823695725553?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116137823695725553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116137823695725553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116137823695725553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116137823695725553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/10/cravings-are-driving-me-crazy.html' title='Cravings are driving me CRAZY'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116102880043793711</id><published>2006-10-16T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:00:00.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Amanda!</title><content type='html'>Amanda had her baby yesterday, a little girl called Katie Elizabeth Frost. I'm so jealous that I haven't seen her yet but maybe at the weekend if Amanda isn't too tired. How weird is it that one day you're just pregnant, and then the next you have this little baby to take home. It's so scary! But nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll update you on how cute the baby is soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116102880043793711?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116102880043793711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116102880043793711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116102880043793711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116102880043793711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/10/congratulations-amanda.html' title='Congratulations Amanda!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116094389455474216</id><published>2006-10-15T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:24:54.576Z</updated><title type='text'>I have a life again!</title><content type='html'>I keep meaning to post on here but I have had such a busy week that i just haven't had time. But, it's all good. I have a new lodger, who is really nice. So I've spent the week trying to get the house sorted out. I now have heating in part of the house, which is amazing. And tomorrow I get some new radiators so I have heating in the rest of the house, especially in my bedroom, which is making me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen is being finished in a few weeks. Which means a year after moving in my house almost everything will be finished, and I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delphine and I went to dinner tonight and I had a really lovely roast dinner and I'm so full. But it's was a really nice time. I think I need to sleep now though. I can't believe it's Monday tomorrow. And that means work. Where did the weekend go? Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116094389455474216?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116094389455474216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116094389455474216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116094389455474216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116094389455474216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-life-again.html' title='I have a life again!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-116043035229187977</id><published>2006-10-09T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:45:52.390Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Having Issues.</title><content type='html'>The egg cooking question has been answered. I was assured by a work colleague that boiling an egg in a microwave was completely safe and possible as long as you put some holes in the end of it. So I did. And this was the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/DSCN1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/DSCN1236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and the kitchen still smells of egg. Urgh. The microwave door actually blew open in the explosion. It was messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recommend doing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-116043035229187977?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/116043035229187977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=116043035229187977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116043035229187977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/116043035229187977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-having-issues.html' title='I&apos;m Having Issues.'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115989963369858379</id><published>2006-10-03T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:20:33.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Cooking question</title><content type='html'>One day back in the office and I think I want to hurt someone. 'Management' - note the term is dripping with sarcasm - have decided that although we are completely understaffed and working at full capacity/breaking point, just for fun lets up the targets and actually push them over the edge, just for fun, to see what happens. In return for this they have set up a bingo system thing where you can win prizes for hitting these new targets. Prizes such as plastic pink passport covers, and luggage tags. &lt;em&gt;Just &lt;/em&gt;what you want. I'm predicting some kind of office massacre by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most productive night last night which means that today I am slobbing around doing nothing. All my productiveness has been used up. But yesterday I did mow the lawn, laundry, cleaning, hoovering, and then took the bed apart in the spare room and moved it in to mine and vice versa. It turns out my old bed was actually the most comfortable of the two, but I really can't move it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know if you can microwave an egg to make a boiled egg?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115989963369858379?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115989963369858379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115989963369858379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115989963369858379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115989963369858379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/10/cooking-question.html' title='Cooking question'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115939056134661581</id><published>2006-09-27T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:56:01.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Green Jelly</title><content type='html'>I had green jelly tonight which was fun. I've come to the conclusion that jelly is the 'funnest' food to eat. I think I need to make the effort to eat it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical things and me aren't getting on well tonight. NTL tv has been broken for the last hour, which makes me angry. So I decided to do something productive and get on with the family tree thing I've been meaning to do for the last two years. I was all ready and but the site wouldn't work. Rah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115939056134661581?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115939056134661581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115939056134661581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115939056134661581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115939056134661581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/green-jelly.html' title='Green Jelly'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115921486053601531</id><published>2006-09-25T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:07:40.536Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6n4iqocDXr4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6n4iqocDXr4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115921486053601531?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115921486053601531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115921486053601531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115921486053601531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115921486053601531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115921421623229871</id><published>2006-09-25T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:56:56.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The battle of the spiders is still continuing. They are getting bigger and faster and I'm beginning to think its some kind of conspiracy, the spiders are out to torment me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New manager no. 8 (or is it 9? I forget) since December, has turned out to be annoyingly annoying. I have taken to ignoring her at all times because its the only way to get through a day with her. She especially got my back up when she asked me how old my child was. It tends to be a good thing to get to know your employees, rather than randomly creating children. She then asked me how many days a week I worked. Really on the ball this one...But she gave me a bottle of wine today, I'm not really sure why. But it's kind of made up for the child thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was uneventful, apart from Saturday night. I went to the Cellar Bar. It's somewhere I would never normally even dream of going, it's this dingy cellar full of druggies snorting coke off the back of toilets, so not the nicest place. But I got dragged there and the highlight was some boy projectile vomiting over everyone. It was funny because it wasn't on me. It was also funny seeing people standing in it all night not realising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, how is it only Monday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115921421623229871?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115921421623229871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115921421623229871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115921421623229871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115921421623229871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/battle-of-spiders-is-still-continuing.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115869764810450356</id><published>2006-09-19T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:27:28.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Spiders 0 Charlotte 5</title><content type='html'>I never really understood the phrase ' at the end of my tether' until today, when the last few weeks kind of caught up on me and I ended up spending the evening curled up in the fetal position on the sofa. I watched Chicken Little, in the hope of distracting myself from life, but it just didn't work. I did realise that one of our Beaver Scouts looks like Chicken Little though. Unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waging war against the spiders at the moment. I've had to battle 5 BIG spiders at my house so far. They were scary and big and fast. But it's not as bad as last weekend when the daddy long legs descended on Norfolk. I've never seen so many in my life. I walked out of my bedroom in the morning and they were all lying dead outside my room. I'm ashamed to admit I actually freaked out at them. I may have had a little 'Nikki' style tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they are auditioning for Hobbits for the Lord of the Rings musical. My brother thinks I should apply. He's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I wouldn't recommend Chicken Little to anyone. At what point do we grow out of cartoon films? I just hope I never feel this way about the Simpsons. Because then my life would be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby shower for Amanda went well, but I haven't loaded pictures on to the the computer yet so I'll post them soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115869764810450356?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115869764810450356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115869764810450356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115869764810450356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115869764810450356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/spiders-0-charlotte-5.html' title='Spiders 0 Charlotte 5'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115801327211607991</id><published>2006-09-11T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:21:12.213Z</updated><title type='text'>5 year friendship anniversary</title><content type='html'>It's crazy that 5 years ago today was September 11th. It's also crazy that its 5 years ago that I was at &lt;a href="http://www.union.edu"&gt;Union&lt;/a&gt;. It really doesn't seem that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note it means that I've known these 'people' for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/DSCN0600.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/DSCN0600.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/loser%20and%20becky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/loser%20and%20becky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/loser,%20me,%20andy,%20stacy,%20becky.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/loser%2C%20me%2C%20andy%2C%20stacy%2C%20becky.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/chucks%20ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/chucks%20ready.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/debbie,%20coll,%20becky,%20sarah,%20stacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/debbie%2C%20coll%2C%20becky%2C%20sarah%2C%20stacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/awwww.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/awwww.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/DSCN0397.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/DSCN0397.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115801327211607991?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115801327211607991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115801327211607991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115801327211607991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115801327211607991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/5-year-friendship-anniversary.html' title='5 year friendship anniversary'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115792168655353315</id><published>2006-09-10T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:54:46.566Z</updated><title type='text'>White Man Dancing</title><content type='html'>I want to dance like &lt;a href="http://uk.rd.yahoo.com/oa/*http://uk.download.yahoo.com/pr/fu/oa/witemandance.wmv"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;a href="http://uk.rd.yahoo.com/oa/*http://uk.download.yahoo.com/pr/fu/oa/witemandance.wmv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115792168655353315?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115792168655353315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115792168655353315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115792168655353315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115792168655353315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/white-man-dancing.html' title='White Man Dancing'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115765862789162526</id><published>2006-09-07T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:50:27.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Fun, with a capital F</title><content type='html'>Bad thing happened today. I got up this morning, spent all day at work, under the bright, flourescent lights of our office, and at about 3pm today I realised that the top I wore this morning was see through. Yeah, not good. It did explain some of the stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of watching Shop Girl, which so far isn't really living up to the book, but that's not to say it's bad, the book was just really good. I'm alternating watching with ironing. Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a funny smell in my house that I just can't work out. It bothers me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the weekend is nearly here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115765862789162526?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115765862789162526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115765862789162526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115765862789162526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115765862789162526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-with-capital-f.html' title='Fun, with a capital F'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115748290084475083</id><published>2006-09-05T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:01:41.083Z</updated><title type='text'>New Crush</title><content type='html'>I think I need to find myself a new celebrity crush. After Grant Mitchell left Eastenders (I know, strange but true), I haven't found a replacement. So I have two choices, first, I can hope that Grant is coming back, or secondly I can find a new crush. So, any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115748290084475083?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115748290084475083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115748290084475083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115748290084475083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115748290084475083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-crush.html' title='New Crush'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115731926582288280</id><published>2006-09-03T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:34:25.840Z</updated><title type='text'>I want to be this man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IakNz0pCEJk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IakNz0pCEJk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115731926582288280?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115731926582288280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115731926582288280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115731926582288280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115731926582288280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-be-this-man.html' title='I want to be this man'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115731573645604638</id><published>2006-09-03T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:35:36.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out</title><content type='html'>The scariest thing just happened. I'm was sitting here minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye I saw something moving. It was possibly the hugest spider I have EVER seen. So after a few minutes of standing on a chair and screaming I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'm not proud of what happened next but lets just say it involved a rolled up newpaper, some violence and a hoover, but it's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, may be traumatised for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115731573645604638?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115731573645604638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115731573645604638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115731573645604638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115731573645604638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking Out'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115714998552958657</id><published>2006-09-01T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:33:05.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Awkward Situation</title><content type='html'>A while ago I told my ex that he could crash at mine tonight as he was at a wedding in Peterborough. I kind of forgot, and presumed he wouldn't ever actually remember I said it until this week when he called to confirm. So, I wasn't looking forward to it but couldn't really get out of it. Anyway, at 10 tonight I got a call from his drunken mate asking if I could pick the ex up because he was so drunk, which kind of pissed me off. So I picked him up, he had managed to upset the bride and generally piss everyone off which was really nice of him. I got him back to mine, he was talking to his 'friend' the whole way which was a bit freaky. (I was the only other person in the car).&lt;br /&gt;So he then drunkenly hit on me, was pissed off with me when I turned him down and then passed out. He's not my favourite person right now. I wanted a quiet night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cleaned the house tonight and then mowed half the lawn, it took ages so I didn't manage to do it all. (by that I mean I got bored). I really can't believe how boring my weekends have become. It's a FRIDAY night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115714998552958657?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115714998552958657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115714998552958657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115714998552958657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115714998552958657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/09/slightly-awkward-situation.html' title='Slightly Awkward Situation'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115704662470142318</id><published>2006-08-31T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:50:24.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Little man</title><content type='html'>I went on MySpace for about 2 minutes tonight and was bombarded by band friend requests. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work early again tonight, and by early I mean by 5. Which means  another productive evening. I no longer have a toilet in my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itv.com/news/world_e3f2565d4eae3dd9207b55004abc2ee7.html"&gt;haha.&lt;/a&gt; Little people are funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115704662470142318?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115704662470142318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115704662470142318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115704662470142318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115704662470142318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-man.html' title='Little man'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115680049620037101</id><published>2006-08-28T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:48:20.733Z</updated><title type='text'>I bore myself sometimes.</title><content type='html'>I've just had a really busy evening. I went to the skip, cleaned the kitchen and then dug holes in my garden. I may have dug a few extra holes than needed because I kept changing my mind about where to plant things. And the holes are still there, for some reason I didn't bother to fill them in. So, note, do NOT walk in my garden when it's dark. It could turn out to be pretty dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my mum's car at the moment, the monster, because my little baby is having its MOT. So it was really handy for taking things to the skip. For once the garden isn't full of bits of crap and old doors. Although the old toilet is still there, which looks real classy...But I did move it to the bottom of the garden so it's a little closer to going. I might visit the skip again tomorrow. But only after I cut the lawn. God, I'm boring.  But productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pre-order for 200 Christmas of my handmade cards yesterday which was good. Although it was from my Mum, but I don't &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;it was a pity buy. It'll keep me busy anyway, and earn a few pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to leave work early every day this week. I'm so sick of staying late every night. I left a 5 tonight and got so much done at home and still managed to fit in a good few hours of mandatory tv watching. I rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115680049620037101?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115680049620037101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115680049620037101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115680049620037101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115680049620037101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-bore-myself-sometimes.html' title='I bore myself sometimes.'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115659515657369694</id><published>2006-08-26T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:26:35.363Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm a pole dancer!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the leaving party for two of my work colleagues, which involved a night out in Peterborough. It was possibly the first time I've seen most of these people smiling and laughing, they usually look pretty depressed at work. Anyway, the night was good fun, and kind of strange as we ran into another department from work in a bar. I think our whole office was out last night! Anyway, we went to a few bars and then the others all planned to go to a club playing hip hop and r&amp;amp;b. However, Hilary and I had other ideas, we really wanted cheesy 80s music, so we snuck off and ended up in &lt;a href="http://www.reflex-bars.co.uk/"&gt;Reflex&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately we ran into this other department from work who had the pleasure of seeing us pole dancing on the podium. I have to face these people on Monday...anyway, it was a laugh and despite how it sounds I wasn't too drunk and actually woke up feeling ok this morning. Result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115659515657369694?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115659515657369694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115659515657369694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115659515657369694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115659515657369694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-pole-dancer.html' title='I&apos;m a pole dancer!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115645083711843887</id><published>2006-08-24T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:50:55.390Z</updated><title type='text'>This time tomorrow I plan to be drunk</title><content type='html'>Stuart (little brother no. 2) got his GCSE results today and once again had to go one better than me! 4 As, 3 b's and 2 C's. Not bad little bro - Mum and Dad can finally be proud of their 'accident' child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to call this client of mine today. Normally this wouldn't be a problem seeing as this is what i do all day at work, but this client just really frustrated me. I don't mind getting yelled at, if I at least get the chance to put my point across. But this freak just started ranting down the phone, asking question after question, and not letting me answer anything. I  couldn't fit in more than 2 words for each question before she started on again. I actually made a audible esparated, irritated groan down the phone before I even realised I did it, luckily she didn't seem to hear but I'm praying that it's not a call that gets picked up on phone coaching...My God I'm glad its almost Friday, and even more glad that it's a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you watch too much tv when you recognise the bedroom in tonight's My Family to be that of Victor Meldrew's from One Foot In The Grave. Worst thing is that I don't even like these TV shows. I need to build up will power to switch off the TV, or at least change the channel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115645083711843887?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115645083711843887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115645083711843887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115645083711843887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115645083711843887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-time-tomorrow-i-plan-to-be-drunk.html' title='This time tomorrow I plan to be drunk'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115636646965630384</id><published>2006-08-23T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:54:29.670Z</updated><title type='text'>East</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to &lt;a href="http://www.east-restaurant.co.uk/"&gt;EAST&lt;/a&gt;, a oriental restaurant on the river. It's actually on a Dutch barge built in 1907 (interesting fact). The food was fantastic and the restaurant was lovely. The food was a combination of Japanese, Chinese, Thai and everything else. I'm not sure what other oriental countries there are..oh, vietnamese too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the most exciting part of the night was that I ate crispy seaweed and liked it! Bear in mind if you will that it was only in the last few years that I've ventured to eating vegetables. I was a little wary, given that Kate gave me some sushi once, with seaweed, and it made me want to vomit.But anyway, this was fantastic. No vomit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm collapsed on the sofa, I'm so full. I think I need to lie down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115636646965630384?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115636646965630384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115636646965630384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115636646965630384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115636646965630384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/east.html' title='East'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115618851630941519</id><published>2006-08-21T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:28:36.376Z</updated><title type='text'>I want a life</title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty much a write off for my social life, actually my life as a whole has become a write off recently. But anyway, the weekend started by getting home on Saturday morning and finding out that people had 'forgotten' to tell me that my Uncle had been rushed into hospital, so I spent Saturday there, leaving to go to work and then finally sleep. Sunday was spent working, and then the drive home to Peterborough. So not the best weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to go out for a late Sunday lunch at the Old Bank, the food was even more amazing than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more cheerful note I'm hoping that this weekend might actually give me a day off, which will be amazing. I can't wait to sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115618851630941519?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115618851630941519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115618851630941519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115618851630941519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115618851630941519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-life.html' title='I want a life'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115618969712233849</id><published>2006-08-19T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:48:17.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/d93_2230_pete_vn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/d93_2230_pete_vn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete Won!! Meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115618969712233849?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115618969712233849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115618969712233849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115618969712233849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115618969712233849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115593178473165861</id><published>2006-08-18T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:09:44.750Z</updated><title type='text'>BB</title><content type='html'>If Aisleyne wins BB then I think my faithful friendship with television will be permanantly ruined. Also my opinion of the British public might actually fall so much I might have to leave the country. Am I the only one who thinks she should be shot?! Harsh but fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm spending my Friday night watching this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115593178473165861?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115593178473165861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115593178473165861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115593178473165861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115593178473165861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/bb.html' title='BB'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115584865954853934</id><published>2006-08-17T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:30:43.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is good...</title><content type='html'>I finally got home. It's been a long day and I've been awake for more hours than any person should be. I just want to sleep for days but as I don't have days off EVER anymore, thats not going to happen. I actually don't know when I'm having a day where I don't have to go to either of my jobs, which is just so disenheartening that I just want to curl up and die. Ok, not actually die, but you get my point. I've kind of still got this pissed off/weird mood thing going on from yesterday, so sorry for the moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, my Tesco Club Card vouchers arrived today, which means I can eat tomorrow! I don't think I've ever been so excited about food shopping. I've actually cleared out most of my freezer this week, trying to make meals from old, random food that I've chosen not to eat before for various reasons. It's kind of good though because the freezer needs de-frosting soon. I &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; have left the door open when I was away last weekend which means that its all icy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115584865954853934?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115584865954853934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115584865954853934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115584865954853934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115584865954853934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/sleep-is-good.html' title='Sleep is good...'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115576413646942350</id><published>2006-08-16T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:35:36.533Z</updated><title type='text'>In desperate need of a long sleep (and a new job)</title><content type='html'>I've had so many good intentions of writing on here recently but I just haven't  had the time and/or anything that exciting to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to Cardiff on a coach tomorrow. There are a few things wrong with this statement. 1. I don't like coaches. 2. I don't like long journeys. 3. I don't like long coach journeys with work people, to do work things. 4. We have to leave at 7am. Urgh. I had every intention of getting clothes ironed/washed tonight so I can spend an extra twenty minutes in bed in the morning, but time seems to have slipped away tonight much to quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of in a bad mood, well not so much a bad mood, but just a bit of a mood. I really don't know why. I think I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115576413646942350?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115576413646942350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115576413646942350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115576413646942350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115576413646942350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-desperate-need-of-long-sleep-and.html' title='In desperate need of a long sleep (and a new job)'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115558969916571539</id><published>2006-08-14T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:08:19.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Angry German Kid - UK version</title><content type='html'>I'd like to thank Daniel for sending me the translated version of the angry retarded german kid. It's funnier when you know what he's actually saying. Retarded people are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filecabi.net/video/angry-german-subtitles.html"&gt;angrykid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115558969916571539?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115558969916571539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115558969916571539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115558969916571539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115558969916571539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/angry-german-kid-uk-version.html' title='Angry German Kid - UK version'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10578502.post-115558940231732071</id><published>2006-08-14T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:03:22.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Aw, Sexy Losure...</title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason my computer won't load pictures onto the internet. Which sucks. So it means that I have all the pictures of the weekend and London and I can't share them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Jamie Oliver's restaurant which was fantastic, good food, good wine and good atmosphere. Unfortunately the good wine was a bit much for some people, and by some people, for once I don't mean me, but my father, uncle, and great uncle. All of whom I got stuck chaperoning around London. Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of &lt;a href="http://tenpoundsofchocolate.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://spagbals.blogspot.com"&gt;Kate,&lt;/a&gt; both of whom have had the pleasure of Losure for the last week or so. I want to be there!!! I miss drunken Losure. Although maybe not the breaking things. And here's a picture of Losure for everyone to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/6d8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/320/6d8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10578502-115558940231732071?l=lottybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/feeds/115558940231732071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10578502&amp;postID=115558940231732071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115558940231732071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10578502/posts/default/115558940231732071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lottybear.blogspot.com/2006/08/aw-sexy-losure.html' title='Aw, Sexy Losure...'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055178554237262153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3502/824/1600/scan0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
