I've never been one to look at my blog stats. I've always feared that if I get into the habit of perusing them regularly, that I'll lose sight of the enjoyment of blogging. On the very few times I have peeked at them, I've always failed to understand what they mean and so for me it's a waste of time. To be fair to those who keep tabs on their stats, I imagine this is because they either blog as part of their job, or because they work with PR's and companies that require this information…

First of all, I want to thank everyone who contributed a comment to my previous post; a subject I have never written about before; breast feeding and a woman's right to choose..........

.........I spent most of Monday sat on my bed watching Dallas. Do you remember that wonderful 80's soap opera based in the oil capital of the world? Shoulder pads, big hair and very long legs, bursting onto our screens in abundance.…

I have an uncle and six cousins in Australia. My uncle is my dad's brother and the resemblance is pretty striking. I've only met two of my cousins when they came over with their mum and dad in 1979 but I remember it like it was yesterday. The last time I saw my uncle was about four years ago when my nana passed away. 

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I know it sounds a bit sad but last week I decided to count the amount of cold-callers and begging correspondence I received in the post and on the phone. On average, we get 2 phone calls a day offering their services and trying hard to make us believe they're the next best thing since Bell invented the phone. Between Monday and Friday I answered the phone 14 times to cold-callers, even though we are registered with the Telephone Preference Service. …