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Entries from July 31st, 2009

Chaos created out of order

July 31st, 2009 · Comments Off · Miscellaneous

On my way into Salisbury I encountered a traffic queue on the A30, it was stop start for about a mile but it did keep moving. Then I saw the problem, three cars had shunted one another and an ambulance was there in attendance. One side of the road was blocked but drivers were behaving [...]

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Baby in a box

July 25th, 2009 · Comments Off · Zimbabwe

This is a letter from Cathy Buckle which I received a few minutes ago. I’ve immediately e-mailed her asking if she is able to pass on US$, which I’d transfer to her, to assist that family. If she is able to do this does anyone wish to join me in helping these poor souls out? [...]

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This year’s flowers

July 25th, 2009 · 1 Comment · Miscellaneous

In the past I’ve put up a picture each year of my flower pots and hanging baskets. Here is this this years display which I’m rather pleased with, it’s been drawing good comments from neighbours and passers by.

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Walking

July 24th, 2009 · 3 Comments · Miscellaneous

No, you’ve not gone mad if you’ve read this before but it now seems a bit different. I keep doing things to get the blog looking and running as I want and in doing this forgot the name of the databse I was using and backup up the wrong one before deleting! Thanks to Google’s [...]

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Not a good day

July 22nd, 2009 · Comments Off · Miscellaneous

Second day back from our trip to France and all the nice chilled out feelings got knocked out of me this evening. On the way home I stopped at Waitrose to get some dinner things and was driving in the car park when the car in front stopped, I too stopped about 8′ behind this [...]

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Cathy Buckle’s letter from Zimababwe

July 19th, 2009 · Comments Off · Zimbabwe

Dear Family and Friends, On the side of the main highway near Harare there’s a hand painted sign on a piece of battered tin. ‘Bricks 4 Sale,’ it says, the message wedged into a forked stick. Standing in a forlorn heap alongside are the very bricks. Its a sad little assortment of rubble: lumps of [...]

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