tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82480962011-04-21T22:55:06.672+01:00<center><i>You need to be one to understand the concept.<br>Suffice it to say, being one doesn't fit in well with marriage, kids, jobs, or even life.<br>Just as well this particular Eccentric Bohemian Hermit has a sense of humour ... </i><p></center>Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-30463443573524108612008-06-25T07:10:00.007+01:002008-06-25T07:20:34.500+01:00

Recently I went upstairs to where my teenage daughter was lounging on her bed talking to friends on MSN in a very strange language and handed her a bowl of profiteroles dripping in chocolate sauce.She responded with: "Ooh! Profiteroles! Sick bean!"If anyone could explain the last two words, I would be extremely grateful. And yes, I did ask said daughter, but she couldn't help.Google Mood Ring (

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-40065212349332912282008-03-17T06:59:00.000Z2008-03-17T07:59:48.556Z

A week ago my daughter's boyfriend bought her a new laptop. In theory, it's better than my desktop and also cost more. Twice as much RAM, multi-core ... but the in-built graphics STINK. Anything more than a teeny-weeny picture and it gets so hot and bothered I could brown toast on the heat coming out of it.However, that isn't the point. Said daughter has gone away for a couple of weeks and

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-69858723418825827602008-02-07T17:15:00.000Z2008-02-07T18:51:43.366Z

Being a hermit is all very well if one lives alone or with other hermits. It becomes a huge problem, however, when one shares one's home with a teenage daugher who is so extrovert she makes Madonna look like a shy, retiring wallflower.Whenever she arrives home from school I hear her voice as she walks up the path. Either she's talking to someone on her mobile, or to someone walking next to her.

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-54531946170112394612007-11-23T17:08:00.000Z2007-11-23T18:09:35.346Z

Well, I seem to have disappeared again, at least from this blog. People keep sending me messages enquiring as to my whereabouts. I did think of replying in some sort of alien language, pretending I was a creature from another planet who had abducted me, but decided against it. Eccentric is one thing, totally insane is quite another. What have I been doing since I was last here? Well, for one

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-83977140787916093152007-08-19T19:20:00.001+01:002008-03-17T08:02:56.204Z

Well, it's been a while. Quite a few silly things have happened to me since my last entry, but I can't remember any of them now. Maybe they will come to me.I do remember something relating to the last entry, although it wasn't anything silly. Just me forgetting about the no-smoking ban in cafes and having to traipse down the street carrying a plastic cup full of coffee so I could sit in the park

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-7542032976083634792007-07-01T14:56:00.000+01:002007-08-19T19:38:12.600+01:00

Well, today's the day. Yes, from today a certain section of people in the UK are being mercilessly victimised and forced to live like smelly, parasitic entities from a lower spiritual plane. In other words, today is the day that smokers can no longer smoke in public places. I didn't even know about this until my 10-year-old son told me about it a week or so ago.There's more to it than that and

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-59792962578395863952007-06-24T14:08:00.000+01:002007-08-19T19:37:42.789+01:00

So I finally get my blog accepted for this silly thing that is supposed to earn me money if I wax lyrical about products I've used (or products I pretend I've used) and things like that, but there's this problem. Out of 93 open 'opportunities', the only one I qualify for is talking about the site offering the opportunities and telling everyone how wonderful it is and how much money I've made from

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-23768532234242081212007-05-13T04:52:00.000+01:002007-05-13T05:02:06.311+01:00

OK, so I am somewhat miffed. Before my 2-year hiatus from this blog, it had a 5/10 Google rating. When I came back, it was down to 4/10. How it managed to stay that high for two totally unposted years is more than slightly puzzling. However, now that I am back, it has suddenly gone down to 3/10.Does this mean my blog does better without me posting anything on it? Perhaps I should just shut-up

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-87946855243228243542007-04-27T15:57:00.000+01:002007-04-27T17:28:10.713+01:00

Lots of things irritate me, on account of how I am easily irritated. Most of all, I am irritated by stupidity, especially stupidity caused by lack of attention to obvious detail. No more is this demonstrated than in my total aversion to the misuse of words and one thing that really drives me insane is the inability to differentiate between "lose" and "loose". Why do so many people get these

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-58083802862396082352007-04-25T19:02:00.000+01:002007-05-13T05:04:20.474+01:00

Well, for those who know what I mean, Second Life is down for updating and the Beta grid doesn't seem to be working either, so I may as well prattle in here a bit seeing as I haven't done for a while. Perhaps I will moan about my teenage daughter for a paragraph or two. What is it about teenage daughters and clothes? Mine has like hundreds of things to wear, but yesterday she wanted to wear the

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-90557883526567817282007-04-13T18:07:00.000+01:002007-04-13T18:24:05.666+01:00

It's been the Easter holidays for the past two weeks and I took my son to the cinema a couple of times. Last week we saw The Last Mimzy and yesterday we went to see Mr Bean's Holiday. My son wanted to see Mr Bean last week, but I persuaded him against it as I didn't really fancy it much. However, I have to say that I did enjoy it when we watched it yesterday. The Last Mimzy was good, but nothing

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-89818930968155195312007-03-27T19:14:00.000+01:002007-04-26T17:06:50.441+01:00

It's been like summer here the last couple of days. I went out today in my jacket as usual and almost melted away. Sheepskin doesn't really go with blazing hot sun. Apparently, this year is going to be the hottest on record, beating the record set in 1998. I don't recall 1998 being particularly hot, the hottest year I remember is 1976, the year I got married.I always said that I wouldn't repeat

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-30118340565925402872007-03-21T16:27:00.000Z2007-03-21T16:47:01.800Z

My 14-year-old daughter is OK as far as 14-year-old daughters go, but she is awful when it comes to pushing herself forward. She's had since October to arrange a work placement for July and recently I received a letter from her school asking why she hadn't done so. It would have helped if she had told me about it coolly and calmly in October, rather than telling me in total panic a few days

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-71710252584202693282007-03-18T13:28:00.000Z2007-03-18T13:45:31.160Z

We're starting to get back to normal now. Didn't go to bed until 3.30 am last night (or rather, this morning) and got up at about 10.45, so that's far more like it.It's Mother's Day here in the UK and my youngest son (aged 10) had hidden various things in the cupboard. When I got up he pretended that he couldn't open it and asked me to help - when I did so, there was a card and various wrapped

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-57612273862148068222007-03-17T07:57:00.000Z2007-03-18T13:44:44.744Z

My sleep pattern seems to be totally mucked-up now. Last night I went upstairs at 8.30, intending to have a nap. I set the alarm for 10.30 and woke about 10.40, but went back to sleep again. Next thing I knew, it was 6.45 am, so I'd almost slept the clock round. I got up at 7 o'clock and although that's normal for most people, to me it seemed as if I was getting up in the middle of the night. I

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-47961312437163337242007-03-16T13:01:00.000Z2007-03-19T03:36:07.286Z

Well, I was right. I didn't actually go to bed until 1 am. I set my alarm for 8 am, but was woken abruptly at 7.45 by my daughter, who was running up and down the stairs muttering "Oh My God, Oh My God", over and over. Turned out that her boyfriend, who was supposed to arrive here from London at 5.30 pm, had actually arrived somewhat earlier (his idea of a surprise) and she was panicking as she

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-58490658154847864172007-03-15T21:41:00.000Z2007-03-16T16:57:59.651Z

It's 9.45 pm and I'm knackered. I've only been up about 13 1/2 hours, so I must be short on sleep if I'm this tired already. Trouble is, getting up before noon at the earliest is not good for my system and my body can't handle it. I'm not sure, but I think most hermits are night owls and it just isn't right that we're forced by society to get up at ungodly hours when the sun is shining and stuff.

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-23431766157398034432007-03-13T19:21:00.000Z2007-03-13T19:24:33.803Z

Being a hermit, I hate visitors. Sometimes I have to force myself to put up with them, but if there's one thing I can't stand it's when they arrive early. It's bad enough for me trying to be ready on time, but being ready early is basically impossible.Today I arranged for my gas appliances to be serviced between 2-4 pm. This means that I expected the visit to take place somewhere between 2-4

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-38784859253985360972007-03-12T17:59:00.000Z2007-03-13T03:35:43.106Z

My teenage daughter told me off today. OK, so it's nothing new (I'm a lousy mother), but I do feel that she was out of order on this occasion. It's not as if I was doing anything wrong, I was only SINGING. I suppose the fact that I was wearing headphones (I'd been told to do that because I was disturbing her tv viewing) meant I was singing rather loudly (like you do when you're wearing

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-42850928163177911792007-03-10T14:06:00.000Z2007-03-10T14:39:53.833Z

Well, my Amazon stuff did arrive yesterday (today when I was writing, Friday that is) and I had quite a good time getting to know my Faerie Oracle. Not too enamoured with the Angel Numbers book though, it's a bit too god-biased to me, but I suppose I should have thought of that.OK, going to pick on the Yanks again (I do that periodically, although not as often as I want to, believe me). Check

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-7202750925462174322007-03-09T02:20:00.001Z2007-03-16T09:22:35.301Z

Yesterday was my eldest daughter's birthday, although it's still today to me as I haven't been to bed yet. Will be going very soon though, as I'm knackered and falling asleep.Hopefully my Amazon items will arrive tomorrow (today), although knowing my luck they'll arrive on Saturday (tomorrow). I actually did better out of the deal than I should have (see previous post) as when I checked my

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-23829899885372344322007-03-07T16:42:00.000Z2007-03-10T14:22:50.855Z

Sometimes it helps to be a stroppy cow. Last Friday I ordered a couple of items from Amazon UK. I only really wanted one of them, but the second cost less than the first-class postage on the first, so I got the second item without paying any extra as the order then qualified for free delivery.The items were supposed to arrive anytime between yesterday and tomorrow, but when I checked yesterday

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-9060472288340245342007-03-03T15:02:00.000Z2007-03-03T15:02:28.743Z

A couple of days ago I bought this lipstick that's supposed to plump up the lips to 40% of their normal size. It's got collagen or something in it. Anyway, as mine are the "Excuse me, but I appear to be snogging your nose/chin" type of lips (i.e., almost non-existent), I thought I'd treat myself.There's meant to be this sort of tingle after you put the lipstick on and I did feel something, but

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-45648387470050007812007-03-02T02:17:00.000Z2007-03-02T18:07:24.863Z

Get Your Sexy NameGet Your Monster NameGet Your Cyborg NameThanks to Gareth for the idea.

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-54119977322611975262007-02-26T21:08:00.000Z2007-02-27T04:21:09.344Z

There I am, innocently enjoying a cup of coffee and a bit of surfing (internet variety, I don't go in for the other sort, gimme a break), when my 14-year-old daughter screams at me from the kitchen.Daughter: MUM! HELP! There's a needle stuck in my foot.Mother: A what stuck in your foot? Just a minute ... Mother goes into kitchen. Daughter is hopping on one leg and announcing that she is dying

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-88762931634396924352007-02-26T14:37:00.000Z2007-02-26T15:00:27.132Z

As it's been a week and a day since I last posted, I suppose I should say something, otherwise you'll think I've disappeared again. Perhaps I will say "Eh up, COMMENTS?". I know quite a few people are reading because I can tell from my site stats, but you're not exactly saying much, are you. No need to follow my example and keep quiet for over two years, y'know.I shouldn't really be here at all,

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-86428006666434367142007-02-18T18:36:00.000Z2007-02-18T18:46:11.886Z

Today is my mother's 80th birthday and I've created a new blog. There's not really any connection, I actually created it a couple of days ago and have only just got around to posting on it. The blog is called The Word Puddle and you can get there by clicking on the title.What's it about? Well, it's a very simple concept. I just pick-up the nearest published item to hand, open it at random and

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-11152577209964960962007-02-17T17:55:00.000Z2007-02-17T18:02:32.130Z

Quite a lot actually, at least if you take the initital letters of "Word Word Word" and come up with WWW. Ever since regurgitating this blog I've been somewhat confused as to why sometimes it has a 4/10 Google rating and sometimes it doesn't have one at all and I've finally solved the mystery.It's quite simple, really. If I miss out the WWW I get my 4/10 rating, but if I add it, it disappears.

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-7667433385648673572007-02-16T23:54:00.000Z2007-02-17T17:03:05.349Z

Google ads ... now, forgive me if I'm wrong, but aren't they meant to relate to content on the page which they appear on? So, can someone please tell me why there is currently a Google ad on my blog offering treatment for EMBARRASSING PUBIC LICE??? (Actually, it's "embarrasing" pubic lice, but I refuse to repeat the missing 's').There is nothing anywhere on this page relating to pubic lice, so

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-88399180159882022912007-02-16T02:10:00.000Z2007-02-16T02:31:21.591Z

There's this ad keeps appearing in my Google AdSense thingy, asking me if I'm EMO and, if so, do I want to meet other people who are EMO so I can hang out with them, upload pics and blog about whatever. Well, apart from the fact that I have no desire to hang out with anybody (does the word "hermit" not mean anything?), I have absolutely no idea whether or not I am EMO because I don't know what

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-89714418005630217272007-02-15T04:46:00.000Z2007-02-15T06:03:26.570Z

Without further ado I will start catching-up on the last couple of years or so. We'll start with why I disappeared back in October 2004, although you might find it hard to believe, or parts of it anyway.It happened like this. There I was, sat at my computer thinking about posting a blog entry, when without warning there was this incredible flash of light and a voice came out of the ether and

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-52495008211067082282007-02-14T05:19:00.000Z2007-02-15T06:03:44.934Z

Yes, the Eccentric Bohemian Hermit is BACK!!! So, you see, I was not abducted by aliens (unfortunately, a woman of my delicate years never says no to a bit of free prodding) or anything else untoward ... wanna know what happened? Well, maybe I will tell you tomorrow, that way you have no choice but to come back ...Anyway, I wasn't amused when I came back. All those spam comments offering me

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1097231630858230522004-10-08T11:33:00.000+01:002007-02-15T06:02:34.408Z

My computer is acting very strangely, very strangely indeed. I know there is probably a simple technical explanation for what I am about to tell you, but not being technically-minded I have no idea what it might be. Needless to say, if anyone reading this does have an idea, please tell me.Last night, before I went to bed, I played a few games of back­gammon on said computer. At that point, there

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1097191028113612532004-10-08T01:16:00.000+01:002007-02-15T06:03:09.243Z

Yesterday, my almost eight-year-old son lost a tooth at school. When it was time for bed he realised he'd forgotten to bring it home, so had to write a note to the Tooth Fairy. In the note, he said he would leave the tooth the following night and could he please have his money.Today, he left the tooth at school again. When he went to bed he wrote another note, explaining the situation and

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1097000994020045882004-10-05T19:29:00.000+01:002007-02-15T06:02:55.586Z

Whenever I am in a hurry, I always encounter delays that normally never happen and they nearly always involve supermarkets. Sod's Law is rife in my part of the world and yesterday it reared its ugly head again.I had about eighty minutes to get to the supermarket and back so I could play in an online cribbage tournament. Anyway, all went very well, I whizzed round the aisles grabbing this, that

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1096747292827001682004-10-02T21:01:00.000+01:002007-02-16T07:15:22.476Z

I've just been checking my site stats and I noticed that someone had been directed to this site after entering "hermits - crab" in Google. This site is 18th out of 111,000 for "hermits - crab", putting it on the second page of results, which is amazing considering it's only been here five minutes.Even more amazing is the fact that this site has absolutely nothing to do with "hermits - crab". I

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1096536294512389532004-09-30T10:24:00.000+01:002007-02-18T05:31:43.536Z

If my profile looks different today, it's because it's not the same profile. The old one is still in the system, but this is a brand-new one, with a number beginning with 4 instead of 1. There is a reason for this.I first joined back in August 2003, but I only posted two entries. I didn't even understand how the system worked and I ended-up with a blog called "Watch That Dinosaur" or something

Witty Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06889123321459470395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1096414116568082452004-09-29T01:28:00.000+01:002007-02-15T06:05:35.079Z

OK, I've heard it all now. We all know that Americans can be several states short of a full continent half the time (oh yes they can), but SILICONE TESTICLE IMPLANTS FOR DOGS? What the hell are they thinking of? I think over here the RSPCA would have something to say. As a journalist on the programme has just said (it's on Channel 5 as I write), it says nothing about the dog, but it says a

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1096306853868755842004-09-27T19:02:00.000+01:002007-02-18T05:33:43.160Z

I found this rather interesting quiz on Perfectly Vocal's blog, so I thought I'd give it a try. You can take it yourself here: The Magical Personality Quiz.Your Q Score is: 10The Q score ideally should be as small as possible, indicating maximum agreement among elements. However, even a tiny Q score may not mean optimal functioning, since all four elements may in fact be relatively

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1096241633127928492004-09-26T21:30:00.001+01:002007-02-17T03:21:14.730Z

Yesterday I visited Bacon, Cheese & Oatcakes, where mention was made in a blog entry about a site where you can name certain parts of your anatomy. Purely out of interest, you understand, I thought I'd have a go. I entered my first name and was told that my "boobies" were named Beavis & Butthead. I didn't like the sound of this at all, so I added my surname and was rewarded with Abercrombie &

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1096039863631043392004-09-24T16:30:00.001+01:002007-02-17T03:58:05.256Z

A message was left on my last entry by Lynn, in which she mentions the fact that a hermit is not only a recluse, but also "some kind of spiced cookie".I therefore went to look the word up myself and I discovered that it is actually "a spiced cookie made with molasses, raisins, and nuts". Now, I have never heard of this food item and as the dictionary in question (Dictionary.com) is American, I

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095899320311899402004-09-23T01:28:00.000+01:002007-02-17T03:24:15.595Z

The comment on my last entry from Freddy, alias Angry Old Man, led me to visit his blog, where I left a comment on his article Blackpool Illuminations.In this comment I mentioned that the three old sisters who used to live next-door when I was a kid used to go to Blackpool Illuminations every year. These old ladies also used to go on mystery tour coach trips almost every Sunday afternoon

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095880463861346922004-09-22T20:06:00.000+01:002007-02-26T15:01:17.676Z

The man next-door is really getting on my nerves. He lives on his own (in a 3-bedroomed house) and spends all his time at home apart from first thing in the morning when he goes to the shop at the end of the road (in his car) to buy a daily paper. He has no visitors to speak of, apart from his two granddaughters, who come over every now and again at the weekend.He's a couple of years younger

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095783243567746782004-09-21T17:22:00.000+01:002007-02-17T03:30:13.247Z

OK, time for a rant. I've spared you long enough and now I simply must let rip.First of all, I would like to say that as an atheist I would not consider myself able to declare myself as such if I hadn't made a study of the Bible. In my humble opinion, it's somewhat foolish to say you don't believe in something or disagree with it if you know nothing about it (although the logic behind this

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095771405334755472004-09-21T14:09:00.000+01:002007-02-17T03:29:11.008Z

My twelve-year-old daughter just doesn't seem to understand what a mobile phone is for. She is on her fourth at the moment. The first two disappeared (I strongly suspect both are some­where amongst the debris in her bedroom) and the third one only lasted a week because it was a "brick". Her father had to give his old one to his mother (who is at least 83 and does not need a mobile phone),

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095716693317403982004-09-20T22:44:00.000+01:002007-02-17T03:31:47.535Z

We appear to be getting somewhere now. With regard to my last post, I received an email (unfortunately I deleted it by mistake so I can't say who it was from) telling me that "besøk" doesn't mean "berserk" after all (I never really thought it did, but I must admit to a slight twinge of disappointment knowing for sure that it doesn't, although I'm not entirely sure why), it means "visit". I am

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"Bra side - vel vært ett besøk. Flere interesante artikler, linker, mulighet for gratis legging av kort pr. e-mail m.m."Three people have visited my tarot site today from a foreign site that for some reason is linking to it. I went there to find out what they had to say about me, which was when I discovered it was a foreign site. I thought maybe it was Danish or something, but I stuck the text

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When I wrote the previous post, the idea was to briefly mention my Zodiac Profile and then lead into my idea for a new blog. Unfortunately, I got somewhat carried away and it didn't work out that way.I am therefore writing a new post to explain my idea for a new blog. The idea is that each day I will choose two words at random from whatever item of published material I have to hand and use them

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095608147844312772004-09-19T16:38:00.000+01:002007-03-04T00:23:30.861Z

I did this zodiac quiz the other day and it gave me a Gemini personality, like so: Discover your Zodiac Personality @ Quiz MeNow, this is quite interesting because I'm actually a Scorpio (very much so) with Virgo rising and a large clump of planets in Libra. For those to whom it makes sense, I have all my planets in one half of my chart (houses 1-6) and an unaspected Sun. To those who can make

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I went into Outlook Express earlier and immediately committed an illegal operation (coupled with a strange farting noise). I rebooted twice, but it kept doing it. Turned out the only way I could get it working again was to delete my folders.dbx file, which basically meant I lost all my emails.Now, this is a disaster for me because I have a LOT of impor­tant info stored in emails, but so far the

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095460864229389862004-09-17T23:39:00.000+01:002007-02-18T18:49:14.484Z

Why are the main pages of blogs and the profile pages so slow to update? And why on earth would one blog update on the profile page and not the other?I posted to this blog 7 1/2 hours ago and the post is on my profile, yet the post I made 1 1/2 hours before that to my other blog isn't showing, nor is it included in the number of postings for that blog on the dashboard. I also updated the

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095429720646042382004-09-17T15:54:00.000+01:002007-02-18T18:50:43.149Z

OK folks, we've got problems. The Blogrolling site is VERY POORLY (as I explained in my last blog) and I've found other sites today that are taking forever to load. When they do load, there is no Blogroll there, but it's obvious there should be.I tried disabling mine but that didn't work, so I've removed it totally and the page loads in record time now. I suggest all of you with Blogrolls do

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I must admit to having been a little bit puzzled (and yes, I admit it, irritated!) by Mick in the UK's remark on my Overnight Facelift entry, concerning the large expanse of space on the right-hand side of his screen. Everything fit perfectly into mine and there was very little spare space anywhere. As I said in my response, I hate wasted space.Deciding that my hunch that it was caused by

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095294679430344062004-09-16T02:09:00.000+01:002007-02-18T18:59:22.490Z

It's been a while since I played The Sims, so tonight I thought I'd go check on my creations and see how they were doing. While it was loading (and loading, and loading ...), I went to the toilet, made a coffee, tidied the lounge ... it seemed to be taking far longer than usual, then WHOOSH! back I went to my desktop. It really annoys me when it does this. There's no reason for it, because

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095240352645662802004-09-15T10:18:00.001+01:002007-02-18T18:57:35.715Z

I started a new blog yesterday, which I have called Tarot Diary (click to visit). The idea is that each evening before I go to bed (or each early morning in my case) I will choose a tarot card at random and discuss various meanings for it in the diary. At the end of the following day (same day in my case) I will report back as to whether or not any of the meanings fit what has taken place.I'll

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095157440047083912004-09-14T11:25:00.000+01:002007-02-18T18:58:49.858Z

It's getting on for 11 am but I'm not fully awake yet. All this getting-up at the crack of dawn to take my son to school is doing my head in. He was an hour late getting there today and even then I felt like I was going out in the middle of the night.Of course, it didn't help that I was up most of the night trying to sort out this blog. I just couldn't stand looking at that ghastly Blogger

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095027740125251802004-09-12T23:23:00.000+01:002007-02-18T19:01:22.441Z

Here is a quiz result that describes me as "Pure as a Puritan". I noticed these quiz results on a few blogs so thought I'd pop along because I adore quizzes, but most of them just didn't apply to me at all. This is because they seemed to be aimed at an audience somewhat younger than myself.As you can see, it says on this quiz result that I probably haven't been kissed or even held hands. Well,

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1095016416037024632004-09-12T22:11:00.000+01:002007-02-21T03:56:43.102Z

Amazingly, I have found a blog written by someone called Christine who just happens to be an ex-Goolie like myself. For those of you who don't know, an ex-Goolie is someone who originated in the town of Goole. It's now located in East Yorkshire, but it's also been in North Humberside and the West Riding. The town is clearly as confused about its identity as those living in it or in any way

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1094955390023681472004-09-12T03:16:00.000+01:002007-03-04T00:28:25.684Z

I would like to thank Blog Bloke for letting me know how to reduce the number of entries that appear on my page. I have now been able to remove some of them and the page is much easier on the eye now, I think.Now all I need to do is work out why my coloured slider bars are visible on the preview page but not on the published page and why the top line of every post is right-justified on the

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1094829776317890412004-09-10T17:21:00.000+01:002007-03-04T00:26:09.199Z

I did a quiz about an hour ago, which you can find at a site called Bloginality. There are only four questions, but the results were quite astonishing. I was an INTP, which stands for "Introverted - iNtuitive - Thinking - Perceiving" and gives me a primary focus on "introverted thinking with an extroverted intuition" (the website spelt it extraverted, but it's never looked right to me spelt that

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1094809503569070432004-09-10T10:45:00.000+01:002007-03-04T00:23:51.371Z

This is the fourth morning in a row I have had to get up at a ridiculously ungodly hour to take my youngest child to school and I'm absolutely knackered. Getting up much before about 4pm has never been good for my soul and as far as I'm concerned, 8.45 am is about the time I should be thinking about going to bed. Not to mention the fact that 8.45 am is not really the time I should be getting up

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1094732891173260292004-09-09T13:29:00.000+01:002007-03-04T00:26:26.603Z

I was on the verge of changing the blog name to Eccentric Bohemian Hermits, then I decided to add a bit to Witty Woman to give it a bit more UMPH. I've always had 'attitude', so I thought I'd add a bit of it to the title. I think it looks that bit more intriguing now. I would certainly want to look at a blog if it had attitude.I haven't bothered changing the url, that way all the feed things will

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1094731516479062202004-09-09T13:04:00.000+01:002007-03-04T00:18:53.585Z

I started this blog yesterday and spent ages registering it with various feed things and what-have-you, then realised that the name I'd given it wasn't really suitable. I actually really liked it, but it dawned on me that it would seriously limit the number of people who would want to read it. I called it Menopausal Mutterings but as you can see, it is now Witty Woman. I don't think that's really

Witty Womannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248096.post-1094658148095944172004-09-08T19:25:00.000+01:002007-03-04T00:16:28.242Z

Coping with hormones that are disappearing at a rate of knots is not an easy task. Coping with said hormones whilst living with an adolescent daughter whose hormones are just starting to appear is ten times worse.Mother Nature has always been a classic example of irony as an art form and she's really been to town on me this last year or so. My daughter entered pre-adolescence at around the same

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