<?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-11123671</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:00:54.632Z</updated><title type='text'>In my mind...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111140081255029941</id><published>2005-03-21T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:26:52.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Lie ins and late nights</title><content type='html'>Took me until Sunday afternoon to recover from Friday night!!!! I ache all over! Didn't help that I cut my wrist while I was sleeping and had a really rough night on Saturday.  Nightmares and tossing and turning all night long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday saw a lie in and a long soak in the bath to regenerate me and it more or less did the trick.  I spent he rest of the afternoon on the computer talking to T and to my new butterfly friend A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is luvlee.  She is gorgeous and sensitive and intelligent and likes lots of the same things I do and we have masses in common! We are meeting for the first time in a couple of weeks and I am already nervous!  She is a very special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we ended up chatting on MSN (gotta get a webcam!) until it got quite late then I carried on chatting to T while M slept on the couch.  He had to get up to drive to work at about 3.15 so I stayed up until it was time for him to go so I coud get a goodbye kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really emotional when he left as I will genuinely miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep thinking about my jigsaw lovelife and what it might be like to kiss A and how much I am looking forward to next weekend with T and how much I miss M when he isn't here to share all this stuff with and give me cuddles and make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling meloncholy this morning as a result but it is a nice sort of dreamy feeling that I am hoping will carry me through the ironing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111140081255029941?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111140081255029941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111140081255029941' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111140081255029941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111140081255029941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/lie-ins-and-late-nights.html' title='Lie ins and late nights'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111140032292724755</id><published>2005-03-20T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:18:42.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Domestic harmony!</title><content type='html'>Saturday has been spent in domestic bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and I sorted our finances out - well started to at least! The up shot of which is that I have talen over responsibility for getting the bills paid on time and making sure that we have food in the cupboards etc.  M will do the earning and I will do the budgeting.  We ahd a really long conversation about our relationship and issues surrounding it and pressures on it and agreed that we need to work a bit harder at communicating with eachother.  Also agreed that T and M might need to work a bit on their relationship too as it is really important to me that they stay friends no matter what happens in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my housework except for the bathroom and the Ironing - my least favourite things to do! but am proud of all I achieved nevertheless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111140032292724755?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111140032292724755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111140032292724755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111140032292724755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111140032292724755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/domestic-harmony.html' title='Domestic harmony!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111140006596174562</id><published>2005-03-19T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:14:25.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Phew!!!</title><content type='html'>What a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have only just recovered my username and password (d'oh! Forgot both!!!) and can now fill you in on my exciting life! (that is sarcasm for those unfamiliar with the concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Will begin with Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a dark day in terms of IT.  My PC decided to have some sort of nervous breakdown and refused to work for me.  I smashed a picture frame with a picture of one of my girls in it and generally felt crummy!  M was due home at about 11.30pm and I was very lonely waiting for that too.  Took a chance and rang T to se how his interview was going and have a chat while he drove to Manchester.  I had already invited him to stop in for a cuppa but he'd declined as he had loads to do.  Nevertheless since he had left London late and it was already 5.30 ish I thought I'd repeat the invitation and offer to feed him too to save him the bother at the other end and help avoid rush hour on the M6! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortnately we got our wires crossed and I ended up hanging up on him.  Long story short is that we made up eventually and bless him he turned around and drove back to see me and get fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my other friends - we'll call them X and Y - rang while T was here to see if I'd like some company while I waited for M to get home.  I said yes of course thining that T would be leaving for Manchester and not really wanting to spend the rest of the evening alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time X &amp; Y arrived it was fairly obvious that T didn't want to drive up to Manchester that night and that he was staying with me.  Big smiles all round! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M came home and we had a fantastic night all together.  Woke up on Saturday with a huge smile on my face and feeling ultra secure about my life even though T had to leave. Felt secure becasue I knew he didn't really want to go and wanted to spend time with me.  It is a really nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley days at last!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111140006596174562?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111140006596174562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111140006596174562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111140006596174562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111140006596174562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/phew.html' title='Phew!!!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111098610631880702</id><published>2005-03-16T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T15:15:06.320Z</updated><title type='text'>I am a computer whizz after all!</title><content type='html'>Had a calamity earlier this afternoon as my i-tunes wiped my music library!  No choooonz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, through my genuine tears of loss and sadness I managed to fix the problem and am now listening to 'Popcorn' off Clubland 2 Xtreme as I type this!  It is a Choooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only without my music for about 2 hours but it was a painful and horrid 2 hours!  Never again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read this T - hurry up with that pink ipod babe!  Can't live without my choooonz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111098610631880702?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111098610631880702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111098610631880702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111098610631880702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111098610631880702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-computer-whizz-after-all.html' title='I am a computer whizz after all!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111096958628180098</id><published>2005-03-16T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:39:46.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Bang up to date!</title><content type='html'>Well here we are!  It's Wednesday morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent much of last night online talking to T and to my new friend Lucy, also e-mailing another potential friend Angela.  We were sat up until after midnight sorting out easter weekend and what we are doing!  It is gonna be a WILD one!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to London to T's house for a party on Good Friday, then we are driving back up to Leicester on the Saturday to go to Storm to see the Tidy Boys play at the Emporium.  Have invited Lucy to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will see us at CrasherV Sundissential in Birmingham.  Gonna invite Angela to that one I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sort out what I'm gonna wear for them though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am considering investing in a little black tutu number and some leg warmers!  May just stick to the baggy jeans and tight tops though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111096958628180098?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111096958628180098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111096958628180098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096958628180098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096958628180098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/bang-up-to-date.html' title='Bang up to date!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111096911908084643</id><published>2005-03-16T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:31:59.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Almost caught up!</title><content type='html'>Have just spent two pretty strange days with T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good bits were as good as ever and brought a new level of intimacy to our relationship but hte bad bits were worse than ever!  Spent 4 hours crying and having a crisis about M and whether to leave him or not on Monday afternoon.  Not a good topic of conversation! There are implications for all of us in it, the ids, Me, M and even T as everyone will cast him the villain if M and I split.  Even though it would have nothing to do with my reasons for leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is moot now though as I have more or less decided not to leave.  I want to work things out so we have a stable life for the kids and can still be friends at the very least.  He works away in the week and I am away a lot at weekends so it should work out ok if we can sort the finances out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good bits were snuggling up together reading our own copies of the same book that we just couldn't put down!  Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.  It is fantastic and I felt really close to T while we read together even tough we weren't talking to eachother.  ust existing together and sharing our space with eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T cooked Tacos for the girls and I on Monday night which always go down a storm with them and me!  I made a rabit Jelly and Strawberry Angel Delight for pudding which got almost as much critical aclaim from T and the girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bed late and after I dropped the kids at school went back to bed to drink coffee and eat muffins and have a lovely snuggle before he inevitably had to leave for london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cry like a broken hearted child when he leaves even though I know he's coming back and I'll see him soon.  And I'm always fine an hour after he's left!  Just emotional like that I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111096911908084643?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111096911908084643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111096911908084643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096911908084643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096911908084643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/almost-caught-up.html' title='Almost caught up!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111096856486479542</id><published>2005-03-16T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:22:44.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Operation T's Kitchen part III</title><content type='html'>Saturday saw a fresh start and a lie in for me!  T left me to sleep as I had had such a rough night and got on with the decorating.  Byt hte time I surfaced he had made tons of progress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day working hard and worked well into the night although it did get silliy!  I am now Glue Gun Girl!  I donned goggles, a mask and a dust sheet cloak for the part and leapt around the kitchen brandishing a glue gun!  V. daft!  Loads of fun though!  Pic to be posted later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was just a silly!  Brown wood filler looks too much like cat poo to be fun to work with!  So I stood atop my ladder where I was supposed to be filling in a gap with the ghastly stuff and proclaimed how unfair it was that I should have to smear cat poo into holes while T swanned about being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ensuing play fight was fantastic but it did lead to ny getting filler in my hair to go with teh two colours of paint and the grout and plaster dust already there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time M arrived in the mid afternoon we were both knackered!  T decided to drive down to my house that night and stay over on his way back to London as he had to prepare for an interview - Tomorrow!!!! and needed some R &amp; R to get his head straight for preparing a presentation.  M had to leave at 3.30am on Monday as he was startinga contract in Leatherhead.  So we bade a fond(ish) farewell to the decorating and set off for Telford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the kitchen there.  Even though it is covered in dust sheets and there are tools everywhere and still jobs to be done  I feel like I made my mark there and I would have liked to see it through to completion.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111096856486479542?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111096856486479542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111096856486479542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096856486479542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096856486479542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/operation-ts-kitchen-part-iii.html' title='Operation T&apos;s Kitchen part III'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111096797314763550</id><published>2005-03-16T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:12:53.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Pacific to be Specific</title><content type='html'>Friday cont....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trekking all the way to Marple and getting cash and discerning that the car was not knackered after all we set off into Manchester to find some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T had found out that morning that he passed a really important exam that qualifies him as a project manager!  I was so proud of him I could have burst!  I know how much work he put in on that exam and also know what it means to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to celebrate that and the fact that we have now been together for 6 months.  (half a year has gone by so fast!!!) so we got cleaned up as best we could (had a luvlee candle lit bubble bath together) and went into the big city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was in a bit of a funny mood, feeling a bit insecure and wobbly.  I suspect becasue I had no nice clothes with me and I looked a bit of a wreck (no hairdryer either!) dressed in big baggy jeans and an even baggier shirt.  Didn't seem to bother T though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H suggested we have Thai food as we had already done the Chinese and the Indian takeaways earlier that week.  I agreed as I had never tried Thai food before and he led me to a restraunt called Pacific which he said was fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I made a very silly error and asked if he and P had ever been there while they were still together.  Well of course they had and I instantly felt dreadful.  How could we celebrate all the new things in our lives and our relationship and his new career in a place where I felt haunted by a ghost of the past.  As a result I couldn't relax all night and even though the restraunt was great and the food was wonderful and the company was great too I never ever want to repeat that experience.  Childish and juvenile - yes probably - but I won't apologise for how I feel aboout some things.  Deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home again it was really late and I couldn't keep a check on my emotions and ended up sobbing in T's arms into the small hours.  And the more I cried the worse I felt about crying at him and that made me cry all the more!  Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111096797314763550?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111096797314763550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111096797314763550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096797314763550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096797314763550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/pacific-to-be-specific.html' title='Pacific to be Specific'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111096727752557519</id><published>2005-03-16T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:01:17.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Operation T's Kitchen part II</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning and after a very late night ;o) we had a fairly late start! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we do know how to have a good time together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird.  We settled into a sort of routine of domesticity!  It was realy comfortable.  I didn't have to be in teh same room as T and we got on with our jobs well!  T learned to Tile and Grout and has turned into a bit of a DIY genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we had chinese and it was superb!  Found a really nice chinese in Cheadle, where we met a couple who were very much the worse for wear from drink but who still rumbled us as a couple. They even asked us how long we'd been together.  I thought T had forgotten about the 6 month thing but turned out he hadn't! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we tried to get on some more with the kitchen and the landing (had finished hall and stairs by then!)  T's cousing matt came over for a visit which was really nice as I have only met his sister so far and meeting people's family helps you get to know a person better.  For example I had no idea that T was the eldest by quite a big margin.  Matt is only 18!  He was very sweet and I liked him.  He obviously looks up to his oldest cousin and it was luvlee to see them catching up with eachother after a long time apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday also saw a trip to Marple to meet M and get my phone charger and some cash. T almost knackered his suspension up and nearly hit a sheepdog after we went over a really bad pot hole on the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111096727752557519?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111096727752557519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111096727752557519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096727752557519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096727752557519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/operation-ts-kitchen-part-ii.html' title='Operation T&apos;s Kitchen part II'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111096668256054767</id><published>2005-03-16T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:42:24.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Operation T's Kitchen!</title><content type='html'>So as you know I have appointed myself as T's official interior designer! Helping him choose colours and tiles and that sort of thing and I love it! Makes me feel more part of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on arrival last Wednesday I tried to get stuck in to helping him with his old house that he is going to let out asap. T didn't really trust me to begin with, if he spilled paint then he could only be cross with himself but if I spilled paint then we'd have a problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should probably explain that I am dyspraxic and have little or no co-ordination. I'm basically what they used to call clumsy with a capital C! A fact that I had been trying to get across to T as being not entirely a laughing matter. I think he understands now. I laugh at myself to coverf the shame of being so clumsy most of the time but sometimes when other people laugh at me falling down or dropping things or struggling to do everyday things then it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway once we established that I would mask off everything with Blue tape and make sure there were dust sheets everywhere i got my first proper assignment! Paint the Hall, Stairs and Landing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let me choose the paint colour and I got to work! I'm not great at decorating but I know that none of it would have got done if I hadn't been there. I'm really proud of what I achieved! I did get a bit weepy when I was tired and missing the kids and M and wondering what on earth I was doing there! But it soon passed once I got a cuddle from T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get both yellow (hall) and green (kitchen) paint in my hair by the end of Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually stopped work at about 10pm and ventured out to find food! We were both completely knackered and went for an Indian takeaway washed down with mulled wine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111096668256054767?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111096668256054767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111096668256054767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096668256054767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096668256054767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/operation-ts-kitchen.html' title='Operation T&apos;s Kitchen!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111096607309253958</id><published>2005-03-16T09:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:41:58.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch up!</title><content type='html'>Ah my luvlee Blog! How I have neglected you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you up to speed with my life over the last week and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday last week was fairly dull and so was Tuesday. Living under the same roof with M can be a lot of a strain to say the least and I started to feel it about Monday evening! Had a bit of an episode, couldn't stop crying and basically wanted to be dead. M didn't know what to do and T couldn't really help as he was up in Manchester at his old house, decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a bit better on Tuesday and offered to go help T with decorating. M offered to drive me up there as he likes road trips so we set off Wednesday morning to find our way up to Cheadle. T has driven me there quite a few times but I still managed to get us lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at lunchtime to find T up to his eyeballs in decorating, Paint and Tiles and Grout and a million and one B&amp;amp;Q bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M had to go and get the kids so he left quite quickly and let us get on with the task at hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111096607309253958?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111096607309253958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111096607309253958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096607309253958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111096607309253958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch up!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111010765607136819</id><published>2005-03-06T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:14:16.073Z</updated><title type='text'>A Mother of a Morning!</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i think it is still morning!  The kids got up at 5.20 am this morning because it is Mothers Day!  Aw how sweet!  How thoughtful! How absolutely mind blowingly frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent them back to bed with instructions that it is not Mothers Day until it is actually light outside!  And was then awoken at 6.45 as the sun was rising with a chunk of Hedgehog bread and butter and a wineglass of squash on a tray and my pressies!  It was actually a magical moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for mothers day I recieved a gorgeous scented candle from N which came thoughtfully wrapped in a new Tea-Towel "For you to use today mummy!".  From J I recieved a pair of new Oven Gloves also for me to use today! :o) They are both Purple Ronnie gifts and are funny in the extreme!  I love them almost as much as I love my babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for M to get back this evening.  Am a bit lonely today.  Not used to doing Mothers Day solo.  But never mind.  Needs must as they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have to ring/text T to thank him for the cards the children got me.  Personally I wouldn't pay as much as he did for a card for anyone!  But that's T for you!  Generous to a fault and would do anything to make me and the kids happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very lucky and slightly spoiled girl! And now I am off back to bed to have my 'lie in' with my new book - The Da Vinci Code and a steaming mug of organic fair trade Mocha. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111010765607136819?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111010765607136819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111010765607136819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111010765607136819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111010765607136819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/mother-of-morning.html' title='A Mother of a Morning!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111002054595108869</id><published>2005-03-05T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:02:25.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Slouchy Saturday</title><content type='html'>Still not dressed yet!  Am posting this in my Snoopy Pyjamas after waking up at about 7ish this morning and rolling out of bed at about 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T went off to Manchester at about 9.  But not before I gave him a key to my house.  Might seem like a weird thing to give him but last night N broke a glass in the lounge and I was fretting about getting the broken glass cleaned up.  T offered to help and I refused as he was a guest in my house.  He looked at me ever so strangely and smiled his cute lopsided smile and said that no he wasn't a visitor was he?  And he's right.  He used to be a visitor and I would fret and panic about getting the hoovering done before he arrived but now he's part of my family and when he's here is fits in and feels at home.  So why shouldn't he have a key?  From his reaction I think he likes the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss him this time.  I know we'll see eachother in a few days and he asked if he could stop here on the way back down to London.  Also we are going away for the w/e next w/e for Goblin Bashing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am going to read some of my book - The Davinci Code and write some more in my Little Book of Confidence that T gave me.  I have to write an entry in it every time I do something that I might have found difficult in the past or that i am proud of or just makes me feel good.  That way, if i have a wobble in the future I can get out my book and read some of the achievements I have made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111002054595108869?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111002054595108869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111002054595108869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111002054595108869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111002054595108869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/slouchy-saturday.html' title='Slouchy Saturday'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111001994801366288</id><published>2005-03-05T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:52:28.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Strip Connect 4 Anyone?</title><content type='html'>T should have left for Manchester by 3pm but at 3 he was still here.  I have to confess that our hormones got the better of us and after a wicked naughty afternoon and an offer of Pizza and Red Wine how could he resist spending just one more night with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mischief filled evening followed!  I can heartily reccommend strip connect 4 to anyone who wants to have a fun time!  Best rules are if you win a frame you get to choose the item of clothing the loser removes. You have to show the removal of the item in a sexy way. (hard to do with frog socks!)  The loser is the first player totally naked.  The winner then gets to chose all the rest of the evening's activities ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost.  YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another action packed evening of fun and frolics and falling asleep in eachothers arms!  I ask you, does life get much better than this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111001994801366288?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111001994801366288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111001994801366288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111001994801366288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111001994801366288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/strip-connect-4-anyone.html' title='Strip Connect 4 Anyone?'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111001822603052145</id><published>2005-03-04T14:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:23:46.030Z</updated><title type='text'>A Chocolate chip chill out room for T</title><content type='html'>Spent a really fun morning shopping with T on Friday for fabric for his new room.  I am his interior designer as well as his best friend and lover and all that other stuff!  Have decided to go for a neutral colour scheme, caramels, creams and toffee colours with hints of deep chocolate brown.  Am also going with an all natural feel with lots of sensuous touchy feely textures from bamboo (the wardrobe doors) to Suede and Leather and Fake Fur (Everywhere else!) It's going really well.  I hope he likes it as much as I would if it were my room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111001822603052145?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111001822603052145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111001822603052145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111001822603052145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111001822603052145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/chocolate-chip-chill-out-room-for-t.html' title='A Chocolate chip chill out room for T'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-111001691446845577</id><published>2005-03-04T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:44:07.076Z</updated><title type='text'>My life rocks!</title><content type='html'>T arrived on Thursday evening as he was off up to Manshester to finish decorating his house. He agreed to stay Thursday night so we hade a luvlee Quorn Satay and even luvlier hot chocolate souffles. They are sex in a pot I swear!!! All of that, and a couple of glasses of our favourite red wine put us in a great mood and believe me a good time was had by all, although I had no idea I had some of those moves in me!! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fell asleep in eachothers arms at about 1 in the morning (had to get up for the kids at 7!) and woke up pretty much as we fell asleep. It is so nice to have a body to snuggle up to at night and someone to share those silly late night thoughts with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smilee evening and a smilee morning too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-111001691446845577?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/111001691446845577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=111001691446845577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111001691446845577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/111001691446845577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-life-rocks.html' title='My life rocks!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110976518175937365</id><published>2005-03-02T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:07:17.153Z</updated><title type='text'>An Indian Poem</title><content type='html'>'This day is a special day,&lt;br /&gt;It is yours.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday slipped away,&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be filled with more meaning.&lt;br /&gt;About tomorrow nothing is known.&lt;br /&gt;But this day, today, is yours,&lt;br /&gt;Make use of it.&lt;br /&gt;Today you can make someone happy.&lt;br /&gt;Today you can help another.&lt;br /&gt;This day is a special day.&lt;br /&gt;It is yours.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share this. It means a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110976518175937365?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110976518175937365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110976518175937365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110976518175937365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110976518175937365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/indian-poem.html' title='An Indian Poem'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110975693308477514</id><published>2005-03-02T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:48:53.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Further progress</title><content type='html'>Had a fantastic evening last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nice chat with T about this and that and nothing in particular, then completed some more of my to do list - Thanks T - you're one in a million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am excited because T is coming tomorrow and although he will only be here one night it will still be really good to spend some more silliness time with him. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning is not so great as I got the kids to school a whole minute and a half late and got grilled by the education welfare officer who happened to be in the building.  Am I a bad mom because Tasha couldn't find her tracksuit and Jade wouldn't get dressed or eat her breakfast?  Would they rather I beat the kids and terrified them into submission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is I'm doing the best I can to bring up the girls and I honestly don't think I'm doing a bad job, it's just that comments from my mother (she means well) and this morning's hiccup don't do much for a girl's confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to try to shake it off now and go clean my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110975693308477514?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110975693308477514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110975693308477514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110975693308477514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110975693308477514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/further-progress.html' title='Further progress'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110971685823550127</id><published>2005-03-01T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:40:58.236Z</updated><title type='text'>It'll keep!</title><content type='html'>Well I didn't manage to get much more of my list completed but that's OK.  I got most of the yucky stuff done so there's just the nice stuff left to focus on this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading up on Meditation this evening and was struck by how simple and yet how profoundly difficult it is to lead a Buddhist life.  There are so many distractions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110971685823550127?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110971685823550127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110971685823550127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110971685823550127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110971685823550127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/itll-keep.html' title='It&apos;ll keep!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110970660725530517</id><published>2005-03-01T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:52:18.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Progress report</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm doing pretty well I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got all this done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum entire house including stairs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's a fun one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing up &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's an easy one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean Kitchen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish all the laundry (including Ironing!) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I did it!!! I did it!!! I did it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash my hair &amp;amp; straighten it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well it got washed and blow dried at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink two litres of water &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 litre down, 1 to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile at least 15 times &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See comment below! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a meaningful conversation with two other adults &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had parent's evening at J's school. Does that count? Need to ring M and T later anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep on goin! Have just had luvlee chat with T on MSN so am feeling a bit more positive than before. Still a bit frazzled though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110970660725530517?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110970660725530517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110970660725530517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110970660725530517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110970660725530517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/progress-report.html' title='Progress report'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110967075019031352</id><published>2005-03-01T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:52:30.196Z</updated><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>It's the 1st of March!!!  Spring is in the air and my e-mail account is shagged!!!  Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is my list of things I would like to achieve by the end of today(not neccessarily in this order!!!!)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum entire house including stairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dusting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washing up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean Kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish all the laundry (including Ironing!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete forms for AA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean Bathroom (including floor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meditate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a Bubble bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash my hair &amp;amp; straighten it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink two litres of water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile at least 15 times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play my Cello&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a meaningful conversation with two other adults&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orgasm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a chapter of my Tantric Sex book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110967075019031352?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110967075019031352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110967075019031352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110967075019031352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110967075019031352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110962888309749344</id><published>2005-02-28T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:14:43.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Not such a great evening</title><content type='html'>This evening is a bit ropey.  I'm feeling really lonely this evening and missing both my boyz more than I care to admit out loud.  I'm probably just tired but all the same it hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M was too sleepy to chat much on the phone tonight although he did ring because he felt he ought to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is out at a friend's house for a visit.  I know I don't have any claim on him and rationally I know that I shouldn't feel jealous but I did get a bit green around the eyes this evening.  I was expecting him to be at home when I called him and when he wasn't it side-swiped me completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny but if jamie were a boy I wouldn't feel threatened at all!  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when I think about it I don't even feel all that jealous of a girl either.  I know that T is my best friend and that he has never known anyone like me before - he told me as much.  I make him feel free to be himself and relax.  He misses me and loves to spend time with me.  he loves the fun we have almost as much as I do.  That is a truly special connection so why worry if he visits a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly!  How pathetic am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt very much that anyone (especially T) will ever read this so I will have to come up with a way of communicating that I am OK to him without seeming all crazy stalker lady.  Tricky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to give him his space.  Gonna leave him alone to get on with his life.  He knows I'm always here for him because he knows I love him.  If I keep pestering him I'll lose him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only flaw in my otherwise perfect plan is that I have needs too and I'll be fucked if I am going to go around bending over backwards to keep everyone else happy and not thinking about myself occaisionally!  Wish I had the bottle to tell them both that to their faces too!  Maybe one day I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm off to have a soak in a long hot bath.  The Ironing is all done and I have opened a luvlee bottle of wine.  Could really use some good company, a cuddle and quite possibly a damn good fuck right now but that will have to wait.  For now I will make do with alcohol and bubblebath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110962888309749344?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110962888309749344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110962888309749344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110962888309749344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110962888309749344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-such-great-evening.html' title='Not such a great evening'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110959481248565531</id><published>2005-02-28T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:47:43.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Productive Ironing Avoidance!</title><content type='html'>I really don't want to tackle my mountain of Ironing today so I've been extremely busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom is now spotless and free of old paint cans and bits of computer! It is slowly becoming the haven that I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to M. He is in talks about going away on a more long term basis. Which would leave me here as essentially a single parent. He would probably only be able to visit once or twice a month through the year but with a bit more time at Crimbo and a holiday hopefully in summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it in the cold rational light of day it sounds ideal! The kids would still see him but would know that he is away working for their benefit and we wouldn't be in eachother's pockets all the time. Our relationship works best when we miss eachother and don't live together because when we do see eachother we appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the reasons it works so well with me and T too. I miss him like crazy and spent a fair amount of yesterday evening crying. BUT... I'm fine now. I have my space and my routines and since I am a complete self confessed control freak I know it works best if I have the kids to myself most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss both my boyz like mad right now and am looking forward to speaking to one/both of them this evening. I miss kisses and hugs and playing like silly kids with both of them but missing them now makes having them later all he nicer! Anyway I've rambled on enough for now. Onwards and upwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, might see if there is another room needing an overhaul. Just gotta climb over the ironing to get through the hall then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110959481248565531?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110959481248565531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110959481248565531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110959481248565531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110959481248565531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/02/productive-ironing-avoidance.html' title='Productive Ironing Avoidance!'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110958322628943017</id><published>2005-02-28T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:36:16.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/640/Cello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/Cello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cello! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/11123671-110958322628943017?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110958322628943017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110958322628943017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110958322628943017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110958322628943017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-my-cello.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110957932801529109</id><published>2005-02-28T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T08:30:54.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Late Night/Early Morning</title><content type='html'>Well I've now spent my first night alone for almost a year! Thought it would be tougher than it turned out to be! Was actually really nice to have my own space to get ready for bed and start my own night time rituals off. Lit candles in my bedroom and made it luvlee and warm, then put on my favourite music and snuggled up with a mug of hot chocolate and my new Puppy dog teddy (not a gorgeous as the real thing!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be hard to get to sleep as I have got used to having T to cuddle up to and M or T to wake up with. But it wasn't difficult to get to sleep in the end. To be honest I was absolutely knackered! Sat up until almost midnight playing on the computer for the first time in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in a nice warm bed this morning and in a nice warm tidy room! Bliss!!!! Actually didn't mind getting out of bed to sort the kids out for school! Which is why I have got everything done with time to spare to let you know how great my night/morning has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive la independence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110957932801529109?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110957932801529109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110957932801529109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110957932801529109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110957932801529109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/02/late-nightearly-morning.html' title='Late Night/Early Morning'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110954621050668527</id><published>2005-02-28T07:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:25:52.996Z</updated><title type='text'>A really good week</title><content type='html'>This week has been awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;T decided to stay the night on Sunday before driving back home to London on Monday morning. Monday morning turned into Monday evening and that turned into a bottle of very nice red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pinotage-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cinsault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and the plan changed to a drive to London on Tuesday. This is Sunday the following Sunday and T only left around 3 hours ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent the week really getting to know what makes eachother tick a bit better and finding out more about our relationship. It's been a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights for me have been curling up together in the evening with a glass of wine and talking into the night about anything and everything, snuggling up with a good book and learning about Tantric sex, and also a particularily fun evening involving a couple of chocolate mousses and a fair amount of silly playfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this week and want to publish a public thank you to all the luvlee people involved! T, my girls, and M, who sadly had to leave half way through to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to try to get some sleep now as it is late and sleep has been fairly scarce this week! More tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110954621050668527?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110954621050668527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110954621050668527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110954621050668527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110954621050668527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/02/really-good-week.html' title='A really good week'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110954240192536616</id><published>2005-02-28T06:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:31:01.680Z</updated><title type='text'>This is me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/640/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Lady &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/11123671-110954240192536616?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110954240192536616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110954240192536616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110954240192536616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110954240192536616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-me.html' title='This is me.'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123671.post-110954432913348628</id><published>2005-02-27T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:45:29.133Z</updated><title type='text'>The story so far...</title><content type='html'>So Hi!&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first proper Blog then!  I'm really rubbish at keeping a diary as I lose them and ramble on about my shopping lists in them on the whole, so I'm looking forward to sharing a few of my thoughts in this format for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just spent the most fantabulous (YES THAT IS A REALLY REAL WORD!) 10 days with my best friend/soulmate/boyfriend/lover (Will get back to you when we decide what the hell we are!!!) T, at SOS and here at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Stockport late as T got stuck in traffic and decided to spend the night at his house then hit SOS in the morning.  Was bloody freezing as the gas had run out and as his new kitchen was in the middle of being fitted there was no way to cook anything.  Solution?  Get gas topped up, light open fire, get Chinese Takeaway!  Sheer heaven really can be as simple as sharing chinese food out of a slightly dusty bowl on a sleeping bag in front of a roaring fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next is nobody's business but ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to SOS next day and ran round like lunatics for the rest of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123671-110954432913348628?l=evilwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/110954432913348628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123671&amp;postID=110954432913348628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110954432913348628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123671/posts/default/110954432913348628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilwoman.blogspot.com/2005/02/story-so-far.html' title='The story so far...'/><author><name>Lady K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09176794891629697465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/3823/320/beautiful.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
