I've been trying all morning but I can't get the photo up. I blame the men doing the road outside.
Anyway imagine there's a photo here of a raspberry bush. If you look carefully you can just see some tiny green raspberries forming. Actually your imagination is better than my photo, which was a bit blurry.
I am very excited. There must be, oh, eight raspberries altogether. How shall I eat them? With a blob of clotted cream? Or just straight from the bush? Mmmm. Will I share them with Husband? Difficult one.
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I'm off to the hairdressers this afternoon. I was trying to wait until the last moment before going on holiday but even Younger Son has been commenting on my grey.
I am also trying the Kelloggs diet. Again. I am easily swayed by adverts; it's a good job I don't watch a lot of television. As it is I have a cupboard full of age-defying creams that I forget to use. The inventors didn't allow for memory loss in their thinking. Or perhaps they did. They can bring out a new one every week and someone will buy it because they've forgotten they have a cupboard full of ...
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What on earth is an enclosure link? Is it a bit like a winner's enclosure? Blogger keeps adding these new-fangled bits and pieces. James talks about Technorati - and stats and pings and readers.
Oh, yes, and why are these little stars appearing next to blog names in the Blogpower roll? What does it mean? Oh, it's beyond me. I'm going to the hairdressers. I need my quarterly fix of Hello magazine. Asuming I can get out of the closed-for-4-days road.