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term='fleas'/><category term='left handed'/><category term='greyhounds hospital radio'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='snow'/><category term='commuting'/><category term='Creative Writing.'/><category term='feet'/><title type='text'>GinaRobbo</title><subtitle type='html'>Singing songs in my head and laughing at my own jokes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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I love at houses within a 3 mile radius,. Last night I was nosing at a house that is worth over 2 million pounds. It had a lacquered red kitchen, huge  cream sofas and lots of bath rooms. The bathrooms were state of the art. I had a chuckle when I saw a half used bottle of Radox at the end of one bath. You reckon with all that luxury and plushness it would be at the very least, a Jo Malone bath oil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7648017409868756159?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7648017409868756159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7648017409868756159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7648017409868756159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7648017409868756159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/05/bed-bath-and-radox.html' title='Bed , Bath and Radox.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1470605747224019263</id><published>2011-05-07T20:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:28:43.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ?</title><content type='html'>Why don't people with learning difficulties have the vote? Who decides how learning -difficultish you have to be before you are not eligible to vote? One of the most vulnerable areas of society does not have a voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1470605747224019263?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1470605747224019263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1470605747224019263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1470605747224019263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1470605747224019263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/05/why.html' title='Why ?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8058066923478445119</id><published>2011-04-28T06:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T06:57:42.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Wedding</title><content type='html'>William and Kate are getting married tomorrow. I am going to cook a full English (veggie ) breakfast and sit down to watch the event. &lt;br /&gt;The first Royal wedding I can remember is Princess Anne to Captain Mark Phillips. I was 5, thought it was all very boring and was extremely annoyed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Play_School_%28UK_TV_series%29"&gt;Play School &lt;/a&gt;was cancelled. of course the telly only had 3 channels then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8058066923478445119?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8058066923478445119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8058066923478445119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8058066923478445119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8058066923478445119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding.html' title='Royal Wedding'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1545924974257697419</id><published>2011-04-17T11:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:54:58.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPv_G5jLq8/TarG9TlwUyI/AAAAAAAAANE/OULFAU8_FcU/s1600/nike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPv_G5jLq8/TarG9TlwUyI/AAAAAAAAANE/OULFAU8_FcU/s320/nike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596504243494212386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Dude is getting in to his labels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1545924974257697419?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1545924974257697419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1545924974257697419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1545924974257697419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1545924974257697419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/04/labels.html' title='Labels'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPv_G5jLq8/TarG9TlwUyI/AAAAAAAAANE/OULFAU8_FcU/s72-c/nike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5562834710184327888</id><published>2011-04-10T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:20:01.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoupickyoursweetheartagainquiz/results/?result=Would"&gt;You Would Pick Your Sweetheart Again!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyoupickyoursweetheartagainquiz/sweetheart-1.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your signifiant other are truly in love. You've connected and bonded with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a caring, respectful relationship with lots of open communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say things are always ideal. What's important is that you're both committed to the working on relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to look any further. You've found your perfect match... one that you'd choose again if you had to do it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoupickyoursweetheartagainquiz/"&gt;Would You Pick Your Sweetheart Again?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5562834710184327888?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5562834710184327888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5562834710184327888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5562834710184327888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5562834710184327888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/04/nice-to-know.html' title='Nice to know'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7055002466830735121</id><published>2011-04-10T16:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:06:42.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7pDrhenrKY/TaHVgMGVB3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fqHX8sZM1ig/s1600/tom%252C%2Bapril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7pDrhenrKY/TaHVgMGVB3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fqHX8sZM1ig/s320/tom%252C%2Bapril.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593986961151166322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a beautiful weekend. I spent yesterday at the beach Hut with Mum and Dad. Now, I am very careful when it goes to the sun- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slip-Slop-Slap"&gt;slip, slap, slop&lt;/a&gt;! However I was lulled in to a false sense of security - it was quite windy out on the balcony, and I thought I was well covered. But - I caught the sun, especially my nose. My nose is RED. I can't believe it! I am normally so careful, I can't remember the last time I got sun burnt. I've got a red nose, and my arms are borderline burnt. I'm ashamed and feel a bit silly. The way the sun caught my nose - I must have a big hooter. I've spent today out of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture of Tom, enjoying some rays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7055002466830735121?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7055002466830735121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7055002466830735121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7055002466830735121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7055002466830735121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunny.html' title='sunny'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7pDrhenrKY/TaHVgMGVB3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/fqHX8sZM1ig/s72-c/tom%252C%2Bapril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-9104189395419255037</id><published>2011-04-08T19:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:33:03.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So its just me, then.</title><content type='html'>I had a really horrible shouty nightmare last night. The kind where you wake up with a headache. It was really horrible , I was arguing  with Mum and Angela. In real life we get on smashingly.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to Angela I mentioned the horrible dream , and asked her if she ever had them.&lt;br /&gt;"No, never." She said.&lt;br /&gt;Then a bit later Mum rang (Angela had tipped her off about my nightmare) - and no, she never has them either.&lt;br /&gt;So, its just me then.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I should buy a dream catcher?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-9104189395419255037?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/9104189395419255037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=9104189395419255037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/9104189395419255037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/9104189395419255037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-its-just-me-then.html' title='So its just me, then.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5792361532105573140</id><published>2011-04-07T22:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:13:45.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scZuOqoopcg/TZ4o437ScmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fOs_F4NConI/s1600/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scZuOqoopcg/TZ4o437ScmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fOs_F4NConI/s320/london.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592952744791143010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is nice to take a minute and appreciate the view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5792361532105573140?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5792361532105573140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5792361532105573140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5792361532105573140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5792361532105573140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-way-to-walk.html' title='On the way to work'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scZuOqoopcg/TZ4o437ScmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fOs_F4NConI/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6257915092580414297</id><published>2011-03-26T12:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:20:12.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Feng - what?</title><content type='html'>I do like a bit of Feng Shui. As with everything I take bits of what I like. i do believe a clean, tidy home makes a comfortable home. I'm not sure about the relationship/wealth corners thing though. I read that you shouldn't have compost heap in your prosperity corner of your garden. Why not? Compost is good for the soil and makes things grow, it nourishes. Wouldn't it be good to have that anywhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6257915092580414297?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6257915092580414297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6257915092580414297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6257915092580414297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6257915092580414297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/feng-what.html' title='Feng - what?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7260877834863625712</id><published>2011-03-24T06:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T07:00:50.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Times change</title><content type='html'>Flicking through the channels I caught &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirtysomething_%28TV_series%29"&gt;thirtysomething&lt;/a&gt;. I love that show! It was first aired in the late 80s. In those days I was young and had a social life of sorts, so I didn't catch every episode. back then we could video stuff but some one had to be there to press the record button, and it was all a bit of a faff. Then I was in Australia in the early 90s, I saw a few episodes. &lt;br /&gt;What stuck me as I watched it was - no one has a home PC, there are scenes of Hope typing on a typewriter. There is a scene where Elliott uses a public phone box. the houses seem huge to me still, but now I noticed how cluttered they are. Something else I didn't notice before was how Michael and Hope's house needs work done to it. And the dangling earrings the women wear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7260877834863625712?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7260877834863625712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7260877834863625712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7260877834863625712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7260877834863625712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/times-change.html' title='Times change'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-2450687427337489309</id><published>2011-03-21T10:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:05:08.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Dudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FMLpX9nl6o/TYcipDUkfiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IGoH1Q7dcaY/s1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FMLpX9nl6o/TYcipDUkfiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IGoH1Q7dcaY/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586471951437954594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Little Dudes staying over the weekend . Although as you can see from the photo, they are not so little anymore.&lt;br /&gt; We played a lot of PS3 Fifa football - they whipped our butts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-2450687427337489309?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2450687427337489309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=2450687427337489309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2450687427337489309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2450687427337489309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-dudes.html' title='Little Dudes'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FMLpX9nl6o/TYcipDUkfiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IGoH1Q7dcaY/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1844987446367022687</id><published>2011-03-20T09:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:05:07.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Book Festival</title><content type='html'>March is Southend Book Festival month. I have been going to the author events for the past few years. It is held at the library and each event costs about a fiver. At the evening events they serve wines and canapes and at the afternoon events, tea and cake.Yesterday me and Mum went to see &lt;a href="http://www.saraparetsky.com/"&gt;Sara Paretsky&lt;/a&gt;. I have been reading the VI Warshawski books since the 80s, and she is part of the select group that I would pay out for the hardback for. Of course now I got my kindle, I suppose that means I would buy her books just as soon as I could. Sara was funny, bright and affectionately took the pee out of the crime genre. She was also very elegant, she had these lovely gold drop earrings and Mum liked her jacket.&lt;br /&gt;It was a shame it was so poorly attended, I'd say there was about 50 people there, if that. I don't know if this was because it was on a Saturday afternoon. On Wednesday evening we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.barbara-erskine.co.uk/"&gt;Barbara Erksine&lt;/a&gt; and that was packed. &lt;br /&gt;I love the Book Festival and I hope that it keeps going and will not be affected by the local government cuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1844987446367022687?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1844987446367022687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1844987446367022687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1844987446367022687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1844987446367022687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-festival.html' title='Book Festival'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8079881070157825324</id><published>2011-03-12T18:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:33:11.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Royal Wedding</title><content type='html'>I a bit too old and cynical to be caught up in Royal Wedding fever. I was 13 when lady Di and Prince Charles got married and I thought she was beautiful but felt sorry that she was marrying such an old man and wondered why she didn't marry Prince Andrew instead. However seeing the photos of William and Kate at some official visit- I thought that girl looks like she is having the time of her life. Kate Middleton was absolutely beaming. And I thought : good on you girl! Mind you I don't know if she was glowing because she is in love and getting married, or if she just likes all the attention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8079881070157825324?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8079881070157825324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8079881070157825324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8079881070157825324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8079881070157825324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/royal-wedding.html' title='Royal Wedding'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4164621925065687289</id><published>2011-03-08T19:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:14:24.023Z</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm a Carole</title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading Bones Under the Beach Hut by&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Brett"&gt; Simon Brett.&lt;/a&gt;, which is the latest instalment of the Feathering Mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;I love these books, they are my favourite comfort cozy , but the books do have a dark under tone and I like the way that Simon pokes a the British class system. When I first started reading the series back in 2000 I identified more with Jude. I thought I was laid back, grounded, live and let live kind of person. However I am beginning to think I'm more of a Carole - neurotic, paranoid, shy and judgemental. I don't know if I've changed, or just got to know myself better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4164621925065687289?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4164621925065687289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4164621925065687289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4164621925065687289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4164621925065687289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-im-carole.html' title='I think I&apos;m a Carole'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1815039702865431646</id><published>2011-03-07T22:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:40:28.930Z</updated><title type='text'>I heart blogger</title><content type='html'>I have been keeping this blog since 2006. I've enjoyed blogging - making blog friends, and feeling that I've made a connection.&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to keep it light - I have a special diary for all my worries and weird feelings (now that is a name for a blog!) that I keep private. I don't blog as much as I used to , but I like knowing it is there and if I feel the need I can type away.  Blogging is still my favourite social network. Face book is too public for me, and although I do like reading Twitter, 140 characters is not quite enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1815039702865431646?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1815039702865431646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1815039702865431646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1815039702865431646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1815039702865431646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-heart-blogger.html' title='I heart blogger'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6242711816022393745</id><published>2011-03-06T15:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:01:42.847Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a new job tomorrow, same organisation, same office but different section. I'm looking forward to it and as the hours are 9 to 5 I can get up later!&lt;br /&gt;Was going to write more but Steve is playing Guns and Roses and I meed to get away from the noise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6242711816022393745?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6242711816022393745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6242711816022393745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6242711816022393745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6242711816022393745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5036567824363143005</id><published>2011-02-15T19:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:46:46.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Human Girl</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I bought Lonely Werewolf Girl by &lt;a href="http://martin-millar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Martin Millar&lt;/a&gt;. It was in the horror section of Waterstones, but I wouldn't call it horror - although there is a lot of killing and fighting in it. It is also funny, hip and a bit sad in places , and there is a huge cast of characters. I was quite sad when I finished it. I'd check Amazon for any more books but was there wasn't any.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I was trawling Amazon and The Good Faries of New York  has been reissued. I thought I might buy it, when to my joy I saw that Lonely Werewolf Girl has a sequel called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Curse-Wolf-Girl-Martin-Millar/dp/0749942886"&gt;Curse of The Wolf Girl.&lt;/a&gt; and I could download it on my kindle! Deep, deep joy. I've just finished reading and loved it as much as I loved the first. In fact I loved it a little bit more than the first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5036567824363143005?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5036567824363143005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5036567824363143005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5036567824363143005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5036567824363143005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-human-girl.html' title='Happy Human Girl'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7675091879818747848</id><published>2011-02-12T11:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:33:29.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Romance and happy tears</title><content type='html'>I have always loved crime books : hard boiled, cozy, supernatural but not true.As i am getting older though I am starting to appreciate romance. I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Rivals-Jilly-Cooper/dp/0552150568"&gt;Rivals&lt;/a&gt; and the endings to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Man-Who-Made-Husbands-Jealous/dp/0552156396/ref=pd_sim_b_3"&gt;The man who made husbands jealous&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Score-Jilly-Cooper-OBE/dp/0552156361/ref=pd_sim_b_3"&gt;Score!&lt;/a&gt; are just the best ever! They bring a happy tear to my eye.&lt;br /&gt;It is lovely , lovely escapism and in Score there is even a murder or 2.&lt;br /&gt;I find that as I get older I get more sentimental. Children singing carols, the Gold medal wards ceremony, the winner of the grand national - all make me choke up. But it is nice having a happy cry , isn't it? In a lot of ways crime books are just as escapist as a romance. it is just that men read them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7675091879818747848?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7675091879818747848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7675091879818747848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7675091879818747848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7675091879818747848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/02/romance-and-happy-tears.html' title='Romance and happy tears'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8361123595885071588</id><published>2011-02-07T15:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:05:16.773Z</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!</title><content type='html'>We've had a long weekend off this week. Unfortunately Mr Robbo came down with a nasty cold Friday night. He tends to succumb to the bugs when he has time off, poor thing. Sunday was our anniversary and we went to see the King's Speech(v. v. good) and had a drink. We were supposed to be going out for dinner but I could tell he was feeling rough and so we went home and had a chilli loaded pizza. Chillis are always good when you have got a cold. &lt;br /&gt;So , Steve is a bit fed up that he feels rough etc, so to cheer him up I suggested rather than going out today we watch a film on the telly.  We watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surveillance_%28film%29"&gt;Surveillance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I chose it cos Bill Pullman is it and he tends to be in good films, or he lifts the film he is in. OMG!! it certainly took Steve,s mind off his cold. Even though I had my suspicions early on, the film still really freaked me out. And I can't remember the last time a film did that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8361123595885071588?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8361123595885071588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8361123595885071588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8361123595885071588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8361123595885071588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/02/omg.html' title='OMG!!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7278673845183970606</id><published>2011-02-06T10:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:44:46.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><content type='html'>Been reading a few blogs, where the writers talk about their depression and how they cope not cope.&lt;br /&gt;This is my take on it. Depression is extremely frightening as you can not trust what you are thinking. For me it took anti depressants (which are not a quick fix or happy pills by any stretch) and one to one therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a Doctor telling me that depression comes in waves, with the waves becoming more and more spaced out over time. I found this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;But depression is so awful that when you are feeling down or low, which is natural,you start to panic that you are slipping into depression. So now you are feeling low and panicking. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;I have a book that I write down my worries and stuff and I find that just getting all down on paper really helps.&lt;br /&gt;The best way I found was to remind myself that this feeling will pass. I will feel better. And if it is the starting of depression: so what? I beaten before I can beat it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7278673845183970606?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7278673845183970606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7278673845183970606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7278673845183970606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7278673845183970606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/02/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5698492289180475836</id><published>2011-01-26T21:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:49:03.006Z</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>I like reading Eastside Bride's blog and there was an entry about taking your &lt;a href="http://www.eastsidebride.com/2011/01/should-i-take-my-husbands-name.html#comments"&gt;husband's last name&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my name when I got married. True, I had quite an cringey (character building, my dad calls it) surname but even if I had a nice bland name I would have changed it. Why? The same reason I wear a wedding ring. Its traditional If I didn't want to change my name, wear a wedding ring I wouldn't have got married. I would have have been happy just living with him.&lt;br /&gt;Also as the years tick but, it is nice having the same name. I feel it bonds us, a declaration that we are together. It may be because we haven't got children that I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;As from a feminist point of view, well my maiden name was my Dad's name. I have just traded one man's name for another. If I wanted to be feminist about surnames I'd call myself Gina Barbarasdaughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5698492289180475836?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5698492289180475836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5698492289180475836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5698492289180475836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5698492289180475836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-896852806445415910</id><published>2011-01-18T20:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:16:16.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Between you and me</title><content type='html'>Between you and me ...sometimes I like to browse stuff on the internet. Stuff I have no intention of buying - stuff like jewellery, fancy kitchen ware. It is just a bit of harmless day dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;So I get a bit fed up when I get emails from Amazon :Gina Robbo you have shown an interest in stuff you have no business buying - look at this lot as well!&lt;br /&gt;Amazon - I might be looking, but I am not buying, and you are ruining a guilty pleasure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-896852806445415910?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/896852806445415910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=896852806445415910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/896852806445415910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/896852806445415910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/01/between-you-and-me.html' title='Between you and me'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4511976921692322080</id><published>2011-01-01T13:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:20:35.257Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>New Years Day 2000, staying at the Murphys, I watched The Matrix on dvd. I had a pounding hangover and thought my head would explode, but got so engrossed in the film I forgot about the hangover. I had never seen anything like it. The special effects! DVD  was so much better than video. I watched it on a wide screen telly, which was cutting edge in those days.&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve 2010. Steve and I stay in. I drink a modest few glasses of wine. Earlier that day Steve had bought  a PS3 and Inception on a Blu Ray disc. We watch the film on our HD telly and the sound is THX. I have never seen or heard anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what 2020 will be like! Will we have all gone 3D or is that just a fad?&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today I woke up fairly early, no hangover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4511976921692322080?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4511976921692322080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4511976921692322080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4511976921692322080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4511976921692322080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4275457277358858026</id><published>2010-12-31T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:19:21.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshouldyouspendnewyearsevequiz/results/?result=Home"&gt;You Should Stay Home for New Year's Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howshouldyouspendnewyearsevequiz/home.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time New Year's Eve comes around, you are usually exhausted. You just need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you won't celebrate, but you'll definitely be toasting the new year in your own low key way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll reflect on the year that's passed and make plans for the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the clock turns over at midnight, you'll be cheering along with anyone else. You'll just be in your pj's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshouldyouspendnewyearsevequiz/"&gt;How Should You Spend New Year's Eve?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: 100's of Fun, Free Quizzes and 3 Stupid Ones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough we are staying in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4275457277358858026?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4275457277358858026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4275457277358858026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4275457277358858026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4275457277358858026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8903887172912466389</id><published>2010-12-31T09:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:34:20.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toast_%28film%29"&gt;Toast&lt;/a&gt; last night. I think it was set in the late 60s and early 70s and it started to make me think about food  of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1968, so my earliest memories are of the 70s. My memories are of toad in the hole (which I hated at the time, but now really like)liver and bacon (oh triple yuck - but even though Mum knew me and my sister hated it she would still cook it, AS IT WAS GOOD FOR YOU)roast dinners, Yorkshire puds.&lt;br /&gt;When Dad was growing up there was an Italian family living near by, so he knew about pasta dishes. Although we didn't say pasta , we called it spaghetti.He showed Mum how to make spaghetti bolognase. Spaghetti, mince onions, tomato puree, crowned with a bed of peas. Reader, I loved it, it was my favourite meal ever. When I got home from Brownie pack Holiday Mum cooked it as a welcome home meal.&lt;br /&gt;Mum used to bake a lot too: fairy cakes, butterfly cakes, fruit cake. Which is something I never do, bake cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Living in the East end, we also used to eat cockles, winkles, jellied eels, scallops. All splashed with vinegar. If we went out to eat it would be Chinese or a Berni Inn.That would be a very special occasion though. I don't remember us having take aways, unless it was fish and chips. Mum and Dad didn't drink wine, it would be Guinness (dad) and something and slimline tonic (mum) and they would go to out to drink, they didn't drink in doors.&lt;br /&gt;Mum would get a lot of her food from the market. We would walk there and back, and Mum had a push chair that she would pile the bags on. We didn't get a car until I was 13.&lt;br /&gt;Mum was a lover of grapefruits and cottage cheese. THESE WERE GOOD FOR YOU AND HELPED YOU LOSE WEIGHT. We even had cottage cheese sandwiches. Soggy brown bread mess. Since I left home I don't think I've eaten a grapefruit or cottage cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8903887172912466389?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8903887172912466389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8903887172912466389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8903887172912466389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8903887172912466389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3245589914611885964</id><published>2010-12-28T11:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:45:04.527Z</updated><title type='text'>Hostess with the mostest</title><content type='html'>The Robbos are "at home" tomorrow. Of course the Robbos are at home everyday, however when one is "at home" it means that one has invited people over.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a natural hostess. Angela has hosted  Body Shop /gold/interior design parties as favours to friends. Angela always lays out a good buffet and the wine is always topped up. Angela seems to take all this in her stride. And she is very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;As for me ...well years ago we would have friends over for dinner. I enjoyed getting the stuff all ready and I think people had a good time. But times change. Friends now have children and it is easier for us to go to them. Friends live further away...I can't pin point the exact reason, but apart from immediate family we haven't had any one over for yonks. By yonks, I mean I can't remember the last time - it may have been earlier this year, but I'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;So I've invited some friends over tomorrow. I'm doing a buffet, which isn't actually easier than cooking a meal because you worry you haven't got enough stuff and just before the guests arrive you get Buffet Remorse. Why didn't I just cook dinner so much simpler! &lt;br /&gt;Still, now, at this moment I am really looking forward to it. It should be such fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3245589914611885964?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3245589914611885964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3245589914611885964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3245589914611885964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3245589914611885964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/hostess-with-mostest.html' title='Hostess with the mostest'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7444513061299928999</id><published>2010-12-19T16:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:02:33.558Z</updated><title type='text'>It's official....</title><content type='html'>...and I do so love my kindle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanipadorakindlequiz/results/?result=Kindle"&gt;You Are a Kindle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanipadorakindlequiz/kindle.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true lover of books and a hardcore reader. You love to get lost in what you're reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you like spending time online, you know that it can distract you from what you should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rather serious and down to earth. You don't give into frivolous notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will truly use a gadget, you'll buy it - but you don't buy anything just because it's the latest and greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanipadorakindlequiz/"&gt;Are You An iPad or a Kindle?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7444513061299928999?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7444513061299928999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7444513061299928999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7444513061299928999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7444513061299928999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official....'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-261309397376540015</id><published>2010-12-18T16:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:15:01.287Z</updated><title type='text'>Deep and crisp and even</title><content type='html'>Today I was supposed to have my holiday haircut and got out tonight with some friends. Unfortunately we have had "disruptive snow" so none of those things have happened. However I do get to spend the whole with Mr Robbo - so I suppose every clod has a silver lining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-261309397376540015?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/261309397376540015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=261309397376540015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/261309397376540015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/261309397376540015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/deep-and-crisp-and-even.html' title='Deep and crisp and even'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-698818649507896400</id><published>2010-12-12T17:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:21:51.537Z</updated><title type='text'>Liar !Liar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/results/?result=Definitely"&gt;You Can Definitely Spot a Liar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/liar-1.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have good instincts. Or maybe you just have a lot of experience with liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's pretty hard for someone to pull a fast one on you. You're like a human lie detector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/"&gt;Can You Spot a Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Free Quizzes for Everyone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to start preparing dinner instead of doing these silly quizzes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-698818649507896400?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/698818649507896400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=698818649507896400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/698818649507896400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/698818649507896400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/liar-liar.html' title='Liar !Liar!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-63208773976808712</id><published>2010-12-12T17:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:12:37.832Z</updated><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>I watched Sex and The City 2 last night ..and was cringing by the end of it. What happened to the cutting edge, insightful humour? The series was always glamorous and escapist but it also had a hard edge - Charlotte's disastrous first marriage that she really tried to make work, Samantha's cancer. This was all just fluff - Miranda's problems at work were completely glossed over, so much so I wondered why they were mentioned in the first place. What I did like was Carrie and Big's (he'll never be John to me) decision that they didn't want children -and that wasn't turned over by her getting pregnant at the end of the film.(Yes, Four Christmases I am looking at you). However I am bit worried that they will be saving that for Sex and the City 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; also watched It's Complicated - mainly for the gorgeous interiors rather than the story. In fact I do that a lot whilst watching films, clocking the accessories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-63208773976808712?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/63208773976808712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=63208773976808712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/63208773976808712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/63208773976808712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6051918744556173091</id><published>2010-12-12T16:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:55:49.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhavethechristmasspiritquiz/results/?result=55"&gt;Your Christmas Sprit Level: 55%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhavethechristmasspiritquiz/christmas-3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of Christmas spirit, and it's evident to most people who know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love most things Christmas, and you do your best to make sure everyone has a great holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you like the more commercial aspects of Christmas, you truly know what the spirit of Christmas is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all about giving, being kind, and sharing the spirit of Christmas with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhavethechristmasspiritquiz/"&gt;Do You Have the Christmas Spirit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We'll Tell You The Truth... Someone Has To!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this quiz a few years ago and it is still at 55%! And I thought I was gettong more festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to keep an eye on how Father Christmas is doing - click &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6051918744556173091?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6051918744556173091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6051918744556173091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6051918744556173091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6051918744556173091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/christimas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is Coming'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6490257394544795407</id><published>2010-12-04T14:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:37:10.755Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Weddings</title><content type='html'>I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.sarahbeeny.com/"&gt;Sarah Beeney's Restoration Nightmare&lt;/a&gt;, where she restores her stately home. Actually it is a measure of how likable she is that I could watch the show -rich people's problems and all that.&lt;br /&gt;At the end there is a wedding held there. The bride comes in on a horse drawn carriage, there is a Master of Ceremonies and to finish, a firework display.&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone to their own, and who am I to judge - but I hate stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate that wedding magazine stuff? Because it is seems the bride and groom have become characters out of a story. The bride will often say how she has dreamt about this day ever since she was a little girl, and the bloke is reduced to a walk on part. And the cost! You could put down a deposit for a house for how much these things cost.&lt;br /&gt;When I was planning my wedding I bought a wedding magazine - and nearly had an asthma attack  over all the little expensive stuff I *needed* to get. Stuff like favours, colour themes, table displays, hire cars ...the list went on and on.&lt;br /&gt;And I can see how easy it is to be sucked in to all of that,but we need to remind ourselves it is just ONE day.&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm talking about weddings, a frined is getting married and she went to a shop and a wedding dress shop and told them her budge was £1000.00. and the shop assistant got sniffy with her! WTF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6490257394544795407?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6490257394544795407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6490257394544795407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6490257394544795407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6490257394544795407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-weddings.html' title='Big Weddings'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1500019223341238821</id><published>2010-12-04T09:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:09:31.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow week</title><content type='html'>Thank the Lord it is Saturday! and the snow is melting, a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;This week getting to and from work as been exhausting.Although the trains have been delayed and cancelled, I have been amazed that they managed to get through the snow at all. It has taken me about 2 hours to get to work, door to door this week.&lt;br /&gt;I dug out my wellies and am proud that so far, I haven't even fallen over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1500019223341238821?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1500019223341238821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1500019223341238821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1500019223341238821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1500019223341238821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-week.html' title='Snow week'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-2283563119195538343</id><published>2010-11-29T19:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:58:02.068Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I hate snow. I hate the slippy mush. I'm prone to falling over  in the stuff. I've looked out of the window and there is a light scattering of snow outside. It has given me the right raving hump.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it doesn't snow on London, because crossing Southwark bridge is a b!tch. &lt;br /&gt;Bah humbug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-2283563119195538343?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2283563119195538343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=2283563119195538343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2283563119195538343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2283563119195538343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4640779433670280349</id><published>2010-11-14T13:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:47:47.720Z</updated><title type='text'>I Knew it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourstereotypequiz/results/?result=Geek"&gt;You Are a Geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourstereotypequiz/geek.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to learn, especially when it's about technology. No subject is too obscure for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy tinkering with things to see how they work. You aren't a traditional learner either... you need to hack around to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have the brains to be a super rich Silicon Valley geek, but you're truly content to have your own favorite projects, subjects, and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, being a geek is not about the glory. It's about a love of digging deep and truly understanding the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourstereotypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We're Not Shrinks, But We Play Them On the Internet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4640779433670280349?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4640779433670280349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4640779433670280349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4640779433670280349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4640779433670280349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-knew-it.html' title='I Knew it!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8510388524613006581</id><published>2010-11-14T10:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:48:23.930Z</updated><title type='text'>And another thing..</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1259571/"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt; last night. Bella and Edward don't have much fun do they? I like it because it does remind me that first love is so very intense and serious. I want to shout "Bella! hang on! by the time you get in to your 20s you will have lighten up a lot! You will come to realise that true love is not painful and all consuming!"&lt;br /&gt;Any how I worked out why I like werewolves better than vampires. It is because  werewolves are alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8510388524613006581?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8510388524613006581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8510388524613006581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8510388524613006581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8510388524613006581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-another-thing.html' title='And another thing..'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4214815371344100947</id><published>2010-11-14T09:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T09:16:02.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and Nonsense</title><content type='html'>I got a strange e mail the other day. A friend of mine got 2 kittens in the summer and it has got a bit much for him. He is looking for someone to take them off his hands,otherwise he will take them to a rehoming charity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm astounded, because he isn't a frivolous man. He wouldn't have bought the kittens on a whim and then changed his mind. But then I believe if you may animals you are making a commitment and unless your circumstances totally change or you find you are severely allergic to it, I can't understand why you would hand them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I lent Mum my kindle to see how she gets on with it. Mum has needs to read large print, and you can alter the font on a kindle. But I am really missing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4214815371344100947?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4214815371344100947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4214815371344100947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4214815371344100947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4214815371344100947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuff-and-nonsense.html' title='Stuff and Nonsense'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4375960895709720033</id><published>2010-11-07T18:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:31:31.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Seaside walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TNbwdB1_DkI/AAAAAAAAALA/0Mkpve34byk/s1600/beach+hut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TNbwdB1_DkI/AAAAAAAAALA/0Mkpve34byk/s320/beach+hut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536877173400342082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TNbwY_pKJsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/abpnRd8uN6Y/s1600/warning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TNbwY_pKJsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/abpnRd8uN6Y/s320/warning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536877104090195650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of living near the coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4375960895709720033?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4375960895709720033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4375960895709720033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4375960895709720033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4375960895709720033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/11/seaside-walk.html' title='Seaside walk'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TNbwdB1_DkI/AAAAAAAAALA/0Mkpve34byk/s72-c/beach+hut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3149759272798752884</id><published>2010-11-01T20:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:43:00.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds and Marketing</title><content type='html'>I stumbled over this blog, &lt;a href="http://rowdykittens.com/2010/11/diamonds-and-debt/#more-18240"&gt;Rowdy kittens&lt;/a&gt;.. It really struck a cord. &lt;br /&gt;I love diamonds. I rather I did. I used to love looking at jewellery websites and fantasise over all the lovely rings. I've blogged before about how I'd like to change wedding rings (wearing the same old ring day in day out..)&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 things happened. I watched the WAGS Come Dine With Me , and was repelled by their massive &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;melon farmer&lt;/span&gt; of diamond rings. Then I went to a Pampered Chef evening, and looking round at the other ladies there. all of us wearing our solitaires and wedding bands...I felt like a Stepford Wife.&lt;br /&gt;So it made me  have  a little re think, which is a good thing. Enough of the diamond madness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3149759272798752884?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3149759272798752884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3149759272798752884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3149759272798752884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3149759272798752884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/11/diamonds-and-marketing.html' title='Diamonds and Marketing'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8797577208923241039</id><published>2010-10-23T17:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T17:24:28.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Would like to say haven't blogged the last couple of weeks because I've been on holiday/having exciting times/have a glamorous life. However I would be lying. I have had flu. It was horrible and draining and I felt v.sorry for myself. Pleased to say I feel tons better now. However as I  have done eff all for the last 2 weeks I haven't got much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I think the dog knows when I'm poorly. he didn't bother me for walks and he did try and take a few liberties. I woke up from an afternoon nap to finds him sprawled out on our (me and Steve's that is) bed. He wouldn't dare do that normally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8797577208923241039?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8797577208923241039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8797577208923241039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8797577208923241039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8797577208923241039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8208346691798028126</id><published>2010-10-10T20:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:24:10.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort food part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TLISzxdXYyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZlT-zPryevo/s1600/shepherds+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TLISzxdXYyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZlT-zPryevo/s320/shepherds+pie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526500373396153122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ocean Jen, this is what Shepherds pie looks like (well, the one I  make anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I had for lunch at work on Friday, raised the spirits after a hard week's work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TLIR3gaiDcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/x6VaqfYpuLY/s1600/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TLIR3gaiDcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/x6VaqfYpuLY/s320/jp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526499338028715458" 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/35339129-8208346691798028126?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8208346691798028126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8208346691798028126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8208346691798028126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8208346691798028126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/10/comfort-food-part-2.html' title='Comfort food part 2.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/TLISzxdXYyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZlT-zPryevo/s72-c/shepherds+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-2244034532489464502</id><published>2010-09-13T18:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:25:19.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort food</title><content type='html'>When I'm at work , my comfort lunch is : cheese and coleslaw and cucumber baguette,cheese and onion crisps (with some of the crisps in the baguette) and Diet Coke. &lt;br /&gt;At home it is spaghetti hoops and cheese on toast and a cup of Earl Grey.&lt;br /&gt;My comfort dinner at home is :lasagna with a glass or 3 of merlot. Or a shepherd's pie, in fact I am cooking a shepherd's pie now.&lt;br /&gt;Food that sinks the spirits: oven chips and a bean burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-2244034532489464502?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2244034532489464502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=2244034532489464502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2244034532489464502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2244034532489464502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/09/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort food'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-103263186774774364</id><published>2010-09-10T23:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:02:05.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we are wed</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;a href="http://annaandtheringlondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna and the Ring&lt;/a&gt;, a blog about a girl's preparations for her wedding. it got me thinking, I've been married nearly 12 years. What are my words of wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;The first year of marriage sucks. You will argue loads. I still don't know why this should be, it just is. Like gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Never forget , that he is now your next of kin. HE CAN TURN OFF YOUR LIFE SUPPORT. Bear this in mind in your daily dealings.&lt;br /&gt;After the first year, things do settle down. You remember why you got married in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;You may have married your best friend, but with time he becomes more than your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;These are the people who I take notice of and who can change my mind, in order:my husband, parents and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;I can go off and do new things because I know he is there in the background to support me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-103263186774774364?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/103263186774774364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=103263186774774364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/103263186774774364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/103263186774774364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-we-arre-wed.html' title='Now we are wed'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7986403078371241733</id><published>2010-09-05T15:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:52:42.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When white goods go bad</title><content type='html'>I have had quite a busy time and there is a lot of stuff that is blog worthy. But that has been over shadowed by my washing machine scaring the ba jaysus out of me.&lt;br /&gt;We've had the thing for at least 8 years. Steve thinks we had it at the flat, but I'm pretty sure we bought it when we were living here. Any how I put a small load on this morning ( I like to start the week with an empty washing basket) and then there was a big BANG and it died. Steve changed the fuse in the plug, but it was still dead. Steve then went off to do his radio stuff and I took the dog for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;When I got back I could smell burning rubber. Going in to the kitchen, smoke was billowing out of the washing machine. &lt;br /&gt;Now , this is when I surprised myself. I never think of myself as a practical person. But I ran (ran!)  the under stairs cupboard to switch the mains off. After opening the windows, I then tried to take the plug out of the washing machine (which is on the side of the machine). To do this you have to move the washing machine to the right. But it was burny hot to the touch! Undeterred I got my trusty oven gloves and wrestled with the fecking thing (as I was now beginning to think of it) and took the plug out.&lt;br /&gt;I dread to think what would have happened if I hadn't had got home when I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7986403078371241733?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7986403078371241733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7986403078371241733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7986403078371241733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7986403078371241733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-white-goods-go-bad.html' title='When white goods go bad'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8841122806889326397</id><published>2010-08-21T17:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:42:34.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of date</title><content type='html'>Steve got stung by a was today. Under his toe. OUCH! After I pulled the sting out with a pair of tweezers (to my amazement as  I am a bit cack handed)I  hunted around in a medicine tin for some sting gel thingy. I found some , but was shocked at all the out of date stuff we had. Stuff like Deep heat spray, stuff you put in your ears if you have an earache, cystitis powder, vitamin c - were years out of date. The only stuff in date was the panadol. So I had a throw out and will have a re stock.&lt;br /&gt;Re the wasp sting - the thing that helped was ice cubes. Steve is feeling ok now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8841122806889326397?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8841122806889326397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8841122806889326397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8841122806889326397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8841122806889326397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/08/out-of-date.html' title='Out of date'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5126415684482166661</id><published>2010-08-15T18:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:13:25.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Words</title><content type='html'>I was watching a programme on the English class system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;living room, settee, loo, serviette, dinner is my evening meal, my house has fitted carpets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; say:&lt;br /&gt;sofa, sitting room, napkin, (not sure about loo - is it smart to say lavatory?) have wooden floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be interested in learning how Americans tell class origins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5126415684482166661?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5126415684482166661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5126415684482166661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5126415684482166661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5126415684482166661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/08/class-words.html' title='Class Words'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3188088635708674199</id><published>2010-08-10T22:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:27:23.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Another funny&lt;a href="http://crapatmyparentshouse.com/"&gt; website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3188088635708674199?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3188088635708674199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3188088635708674199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3188088635708674199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3188088635708674199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-26953779645697412</id><published>2010-08-07T11:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:58:39.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>Steve and I have been talking about getting another dog.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came upon &lt;a href="http://www.shitmypetsruined.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-26953779645697412?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/26953779645697412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=26953779645697412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/26953779645697412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/26953779645697412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/08/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5952623643861278582</id><published>2010-08-02T20:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:04:45.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sterling v Dollars</title><content type='html'>Hurrah!Q Sterling is getting stronger against the US dollar. Not that I'm going to America- but my kindle downloads will be cheaper. I still *love* my kindle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5952623643861278582?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5952623643861278582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5952623643861278582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5952623643861278582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5952623643861278582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/08/sterling-v-dollars.html' title='Sterling v Dollars'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3014105942205770992</id><published>2010-07-21T20:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:18:58.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I downloaded Under the Dome by Stephen King. Now I do like my Stephen King - I've read the full version of The Stand- so I had high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Reader, I gave up after the first few chapters. The goodies seem too good and the baddies seem too bad - where are the shades of grey? I felt I knew where the story was going  in that Barbie will be framed for Angie's murder and it will all go a bit Animal Farm/Lord of the Flies....I just lost interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3014105942205770992?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3014105942205770992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3014105942205770992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3014105942205770992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3014105942205770992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4278015492297785965</id><published>2010-07-17T11:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:19:12.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>However much I have enjoyed myself that day/evening out my bestest bit is coming home. Coming home, giving the dog a cuddle for being such a good boy when we were out,changing in to my dressing gown and watching something on the telly from the personal planner to unwind. Oh and after yesterday at &lt;a href="http://www.latitudefestival.co.uk/home/"&gt;Latitude&lt;/a&gt;, using a loo that flushes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4278015492297785965?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4278015492297785965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4278015492297785965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4278015492297785965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4278015492297785965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5451727646561807775</id><published>2010-07-11T17:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:01:35.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Flick</title><content type='html'>I was watching a chick flick - a respite from football and grand prix- I won't say which film as I'm giving the ending away. At the end the heroine is told :you made a difference to him, you changed him&lt;br /&gt;And I thought : DON'T SAY THAT! That is where women get all fecked up in relationships and get bitter and feel let down. They want to change the men. They want ot make a difference. No, no, no! How would you like it if someone tried to change you? The transformative power of love is a dangerous fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked it better if they had said: he could really relax and just be himself round you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5451727646561807775?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5451727646561807775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5451727646561807775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5451727646561807775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5451727646561807775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/chick-flick.html' title='Chick Flick'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1654420155801435067</id><published>2010-07-08T18:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:47:09.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>When I got in today Steve was in the bathroom. "I'm in the bathroom!" he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Note to reader: we have one bathroom in the house and it has the only loo, sink and bath. &lt;br /&gt;I made myself a drink and went upstairs to empty the washing bin. I heard the bath room door bolt lock. "Its all right I don't want to see you on the loo!" I yelled back. I put the washing on, drunk my drink and started to think...he is taking his time. I also heard him &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grunting&lt;/span&gt; and hoped that he would at least open the bathroom window when he had  finished his "business".&lt;br /&gt;"You can come in now" Steve called. Oh yuk, why would I want to do that?!?! But I went in anyway  (in sickness and in health and all that). And you know what he had been doing? He hadn't been douing his "business" He had been changing the loo seat! Instead of the rickety pine seat we now have a brilliantly clean, white plastic seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1654420155801435067?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1654420155801435067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1654420155801435067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1654420155801435067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1654420155801435067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5345820958996482188</id><published>2010-07-05T20:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:10:01.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>The Littlest Dude knows that I like reading and bought me a second hand copy of Stephen King's &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Half"&gt;Dark Half&lt;/a&gt;. I'm very touched by his generosity. I really like Stephen king and had read the book many, many years ago. I'm re reading it and enjoying it, but it is so violent and even has the c word in it a few times. It is a really inappropriate gift to get from a 10 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5345820958996482188?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5345820958996482188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5345820958996482188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5345820958996482188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5345820958996482188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3400276130409892182</id><published>2010-07-01T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:30:23.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feet</title><content type='html'>This week I attempted to wear my Clarkes "super soft" soles sandals to work. Reader, my feet are cut to ribbons. In this heat I have had to wear large plasters over the blisters covered by my sockettes and sturdy shoes. And reader these were not sexy sandals - they were big, black sensible things.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Carrie Bradshaw does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3400276130409892182?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3400276130409892182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3400276130409892182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3400276130409892182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3400276130409892182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-feet.html' title='My Feet'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5896704369885025747</id><published>2010-06-24T19:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:26:05.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and babiesand happiness</title><content type='html'>Reading the paper today I came across an article  of the "don't leave it it too late to marry and have a family" type.&lt;br /&gt;This used to make me cross, but now I think , oh well they probably print rubbish like that to get letters in. &lt;br /&gt;I think it is simple. Marry when you meet the person you want to get married to, and not a moment before.  Try to get pregnant when you want a baby. There are no guarantees whatever your age. &lt;br /&gt;I've seen some very unhappy people who got married, because it was the "right time" and had children because it was the next step. I also know unhappy single people and childless couples. There isn't a formula for happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5896704369885025747?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5896704369885025747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5896704369885025747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5896704369885025747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5896704369885025747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/marriage-and-babiesand-happiness.html' title='Marriage and babiesand happiness'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4895266291316314620</id><published>2010-06-23T20:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:09:43.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum celebrates England's Win</title><content type='html'>I ring Dad to talk about the England win. the phone rings for ages (that is nothing new, they can never remember where they left the cordless). The phone is then picked up and it sounds like it has been dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello? Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Is dad with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She sounds about 80. She sounds feeble and sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mum, are you all right?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Is dad with you?&lt;br /&gt;Me, v. worried, what is going on?: Mum its me, Gina. Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I am sozzled.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? Where's Dad?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I'm sozzled.&lt;br /&gt;Me, patiently: Why are you sozzled? Where's Dad?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I went to the pub with Angela and Jo. I've no idea where Ted is.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you want to call him?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: have you had any water?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it 5 minutes and call again.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: hello&lt;br /&gt;Me: what's going on with Mum?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: We went to the pub with Angela to watch the football. She had 3 glasses of wine. Your Mum can't take her drink anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: She doesn't even know you're there Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I bought her home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4895266291316314620?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4895266291316314620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4895266291316314620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4895266291316314620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4895266291316314620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/mum-celebrates-englands-win.html' title='Mum celebrates England&apos;s Win'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5644379145725467892</id><published>2010-06-23T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:24:32.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We're through!</title><content type='html'>We won, we won, we won!&lt;br /&gt;Now the worrying about Sunday starts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5644379145725467892?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5644379145725467892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5644379145725467892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5644379145725467892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5644379145725467892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-through.html' title='We&apos;re through!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1949294660432884630</id><published>2010-06-22T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:29:16.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers Crossed...</title><content type='html'>Please, please let England play well and WIN tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1949294660432884630?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1949294660432884630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1949294660432884630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1949294660432884630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1949294660432884630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers Crossed...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6684805683522598982</id><published>2010-06-20T11:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:37:45.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terry</title><content type='html'>I was 28, single and living at home. I was fed up. I recently ended things with my boyfriend, although really he had end it with me. Well , when someone tells you that they don't love you anymore but stick around because they may change their mind..... you leave. Well I did anyway. I think that is a very cowardly way of dumping some one - dumping with out the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Any hoo, I was fed up. I was never going to meet any one. Angela suggested I move out and get a place of my own. But I didn't want to do that, I liked living at home. I know that is not a coll thing to say but I did. My Mum and Dad are good company, and if they were yearning to have the place to themselves they didn't let on.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a dog. In times of emotional upheaval I want a dog. We got Goldie when I started senior school(new school , new area and hormones - what a combination)We got Tommy after the failed fertility stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Dad did not want to get a dog. he pointed out that I would meet some one, get married and leave the dog with him.I pouted , we got a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Terry was a tiny black and white Jack Russell. I had read about the breed - intelligent , good dogs the books told me, easy to train. The books lied. Terry was a wonderful dog - but feisty - a terrible escape artist and thought she was a huge dog. terry was hard work.&lt;br /&gt;5 months after getting Terry I met Mr Robbo.&lt;br /&gt;Terry did become Dad's dog. He tried many things to stop her escaping out of the garden, she always bested him. Dad would put her on diets (as she got older she did get a bit porky) and she would sit in front of him, barking - demanding food.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday at the age of 14 she had to be put to sleep. It was a good age and she was a good dog. As long as she got her on way!&lt;br /&gt;I did feel sorry for Dad, he lost his dog on Friday and then England played awful at the World Cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6684805683522598982?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6684805683522598982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6684805683522598982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6684805683522598982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6684805683522598982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/terry.html' title='Terry'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6958876682729559245</id><published>2010-06-13T13:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:42:28.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stuff</title><content type='html'>I bought 2 books for my Kindle today. The only sad thing about Kindle is that sometimes that the books I would like to buy aren't available to download in the UK. Mr Robbo has told me that I can not trick Kindle that I live in the US, which I think is rather mean of them.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad came round to watch the footie on our wonderful telly. Reader, imagine our disgust when ITV HD  suddenly cut to commercial break, just when Gerrard scored. Unbelievable. And the apology was a mockery - experiencing an interruption indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I read the latest Kim Harrison book &lt;a href="http://www.kimharrison.net/TheBooks.html"&gt;Black Magic Sanction &lt;/a&gt;. One of the things I like about her books that is the ambiguity of the characters. I really like Kelley Armstrong's &lt;a href="http://www.kelleyarmstrong.com/"&gt;OtherWorld &lt;/a&gt;books but the characters are either good or bad. I find Kelley is more of a comfort read  - I'm not going to get any nasty surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6958876682729559245?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6958876682729559245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6958876682729559245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6958876682729559245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6958876682729559245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-stuff.html' title='Sunday Stuff'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3072308349037078207</id><published>2010-06-12T12:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:19:49.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut and Colour</title><content type='html'>Nothing lifts the spirit like a nice hair cut. My grey (white) roots have been today and my hair has been cut on a spiky asymmetrical cut. I feel quite groovy. I've painted my nails (typing this v. gingerly) and now off to meet Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously will not be going out tonight -COME ON ENG-ER-LAND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3072308349037078207?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3072308349037078207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3072308349037078207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3072308349037078207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3072308349037078207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/cut-and-colour.html' title='Cut and Colour'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-607468994276873745</id><published>2010-06-10T20:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:25:45.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Steve is out this evening. So I made myself a delish curry and am watching SATC (the first one)on my ( I mean our) brilliant HD telly. I taped SATC from HD Sky movies and now we have got the new amp I am listening to it in 5:1. It is brilliant!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-607468994276873745?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/607468994276873745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=607468994276873745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/607468994276873745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/607468994276873745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1161324911481258450</id><published>2010-05-31T13:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:06:04.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and The City</title><content type='html'>Sex and The City 2 has been released and all the reviews have been bad. All the reviews I have read have been written by men. This may be a sweeping statement but  NO HETEROSEXUAL MALE WILL EVER LIKE SEX AND THE CITY. Straight men are not the target audience- its the gals and the gays that like it. We are the ones that "get it". To be honest if the producers were aiming at the male hetero audience, SJP wouldn't be in the lead role- it would be Meg Ryan (before weirdy face) or Julia Roberts. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the film yet, but I will. I can believe that these women are really friends ( unlike Desperate Housewives.  I love the opulence of it all, how they are all insanely rich, the clothes , the places where they live ....I just love it all.  It is pure escapism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1161324911481258450?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1161324911481258450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1161324911481258450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1161324911481258450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1161324911481258450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and The City'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5671147803997962589</id><published>2010-05-28T18:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T18:27:31.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S__6tcduaCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3KZj89d3a4Q/s1600/bloggeraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S__6tcduaCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3KZj89d3a4Q/s320/bloggeraward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476371330547738658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first award for blogging. Thanks &lt;a href="http://hopeandgreyz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Now the rules are I have to post 7 things about my self:&lt;br /&gt;I'm left handed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the taste of coffee, but I like the smell.&lt;br /&gt;I wear make up every day, except if I'm poorly.&lt;br /&gt;I have dyed my hair: black, dark brown, blonde and red. Not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I'm nominating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oceanjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ocean Jen&lt;/a&gt; andhttp://falconportal.com/family/blog_main.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5671147803997962589?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5671147803997962589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5671147803997962589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5671147803997962589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5671147803997962589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/award.html' title='Award'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S__6tcduaCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3KZj89d3a4Q/s72-c/bloggeraward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-349085628239525772</id><published>2010-05-26T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:06:39.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>But I do have pets</title><content type='html'>Not as funny as Sh!t my kids rui8ned, but &lt;a href="http://petswhowanttokillthemselves.com/"&gt;chucklesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-349085628239525772?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/349085628239525772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=349085628239525772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/349085628239525772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/349085628239525772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-i-do-have-pets.html' title='But I do have pets'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4988299632192331619</id><published>2010-05-24T20:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:49:57.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have kids...</title><content type='html'>..but I have dealings with them. And of course I was a kid myself, once. A long time ago. &lt;a href="http://shitmykidsruined.tumblr.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; will have you chuckling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4988299632192331619?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4988299632192331619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4988299632192331619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4988299632192331619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4988299632192331619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-have-kids.html' title='I don&apos;t have kids...'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8512138831554539386</id><published>2010-05-18T19:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:52:52.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet, tweet</title><content type='html'>I have just had a clean up of Twitterers that I follow. Mainly media types that all tweeted each other about their fab life and where they were meeting for lunch. I thought, hang on, is this insidious advertising? Apart from that it got quite boring to read _ I wasn't part of this social whirl.&lt;br /&gt;My social whirl was going to the &lt;a href="http://www.brentwoodweeklynews.co.uk/features/8164870.Jackie___s_SX_Festival_has_recipe_for_success/"&gt;SX festival&lt;/a&gt; with Mr R at the weekend. It wasn't perfect - and the weather was ropey,but it was great that something like this was happening at Southend. it felt quite punk, watching unsigned acts play. Is it me or are bands getting younger, you know like police men are? I'd deffo go next year.&lt;br /&gt;Finally our HD telly has got its HD source. It is brilliant. I love telly I do *happy sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8512138831554539386?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8512138831554539386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8512138831554539386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8512138831554539386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8512138831554539386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet, tweet'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6184287442101990224</id><published>2010-05-12T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:34:31.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Riders</title><content type='html'>I have been mainly watching the Election news since Friday. The thing I have learnt is that The Whistlers are actually called Out Riders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6184287442101990224?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6184287442101990224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6184287442101990224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6184287442101990224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6184287442101990224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-riders.html' title='Out Riders'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4064232064669371166</id><published>2010-05-03T16:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:23:24.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating part 2</title><content type='html'>We have finished the walls. Now we need to do the paint work. Steve thinks this is a "as and when" job. I think it is a next Sunday job. I wonder who will win? &lt;br /&gt;Actually I am very worn out. I took Tom for a 2 hour walk to wear him out, s owe could get on with the decorating. When I got home , Tom went to sleep and I started to help Steve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4064232064669371166?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4064232064669371166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4064232064669371166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4064232064669371166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4064232064669371166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/decorating-part-2.html' title='Decorating part 2'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1743388962446499967</id><published>2010-05-02T18:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:48:53.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating</title><content type='html'>The Robbos are relunctant decorators. However this weekend we are painting the landing and hall way - a job that has needed doing for years. Now, I'm not a magnolia girl, we are painting the hall way lilac bloom. I painted this bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S926sVlenSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BkFOWiPua5A/s1600/landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S926sVlenSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BkFOWiPua5A/s320/landing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466730793569000738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1743388962446499967?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1743388962446499967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1743388962446499967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1743388962446499967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1743388962446499967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/decorating.html' title='Decorating'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S926sVlenSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BkFOWiPua5A/s72-c/landing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3298829732936334512</id><published>2010-05-01T16:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:54:45.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>I got my hair trimmed and coloured today. It is the darkest I have been (apart from when I dyed my hair jet black when I was going through a punky phase in my teens). Steve took a photo of me on my new phone. Look at my English teeth! And I have gone to the dentist every six months ALL my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S9xN_NOUAII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5AuUZ_g8wSA/s1600/gina+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S9xN_NOUAII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5AuUZ_g8wSA/s320/gina+teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466329795997728898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a photo of Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S9xOO-qeE5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6N41FVsm_Mc/s1600/steve+may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S9xOO-qeE5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6N41FVsm_Mc/s320/steve+may.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466330066967204754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3298829732936334512?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3298829732936334512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3298829732936334512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3298829732936334512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3298829732936334512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S9xN_NOUAII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5AuUZ_g8wSA/s72-c/gina+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8907696699530542160</id><published>2010-04-27T18:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:44:29.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whistlers</title><content type='html'>On my way to work I walk along Lower Thames Street. This is one of the main roads in the city.It is a tedious walk. However this morning it was livened up by The Whistlers. This is my name for the motorbike police who escort VERY important people in their big cars. They speed along , blowing whistles at each other ( I think it is some type of code) and ensure that the important cars whizz through the traffic with out having to stop at red lights and suchlike. However such is the gridlock of Lower Thames Street the important car was going slow enough for me to have a good old nose as it passed and the important person was Gordon Brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8907696699530542160?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8907696699530542160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8907696699530542160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8907696699530542160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8907696699530542160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/whistlers.html' title='The Whistlers'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7545231084925054663</id><published>2010-04-25T14:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:47:42.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Last night I went round my parents to watch Dr Who on their HD telly. I now so want a HD telly. The detail is fantastic. Although I should point out that they have a HD telly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;a HD source for the telly.&lt;br /&gt;The Times Rich List has been published today. I hate it, it makes me feel poorer than I am already. I bet those people on the Rich list have loads of HD tellies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7545231084925054663?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7545231084925054663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7545231084925054663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7545231084925054663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7545231084925054663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday_25.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-725319503177121406</id><published>2010-04-19T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:38:56.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternal</title><content type='html'>As I don't have children my maternal feelings get directed elsewhere - the dog, my nephews and, I know this may sound daft, my house plants. Sometimes it goes a bit haywire...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the canteen at work I notice a young boy sitting by himself at a nearby table. I say young boy - I think he was about 15 and on work experience. He has a teenage complexion and looks too tall for his body. He has a Tupperware container with his sandwiches, a bag of crisps and is clutching in one hand a bottle of Dr Pepper. He caught my eye as he is twisting round, looking around. I think he is looking for some one. I start to worry for him, I hope they turn up. I am really trying not to stare, as that is all he needs, being bogged at by some middle aged woman. I can't concentrate on my book. After a few minutes , some ladies join him with their lunches. Ah, the people he is looking for. I still can't settle. He seems very shy and is eating his sandwich awkwardly(don't stare Gina!don't stare!)Towards the end of lunch he is more relaxed and laughing with them. THANK THE LORD!! I, on the other hand am a mess , and go back to work drained. &lt;br /&gt;So why did it affect me so? I think it made me reqalise it won't be too many years before the Little Dudes are doing their work experience and I hope people are kind to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-725319503177121406?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/725319503177121406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=725319503177121406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/725319503177121406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/725319503177121406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/maternal.html' title='Maternal'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1482240351112413319</id><published>2010-04-18T14:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:44:05.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S8sMnf4b3jI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nas6fdrGPnU/s1600/tommy+sunbathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S8sMnf4b3jI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nas6fdrGPnU/s320/tommy+sunbathing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461472845829496370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy having a rest after his walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1482240351112413319?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1482240351112413319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1482240351112413319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1482240351112413319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1482240351112413319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunny-sunday.html' title='Sunny Sunday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S8sMnf4b3jI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nas6fdrGPnU/s72-c/tommy+sunbathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-788100699648369046</id><published>2010-04-18T14:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:39:06.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had an eye test. My eye sight has improved slightly -which is mote really as I still can't see a thing with out my glasses. I hate going to the opticians.I pay 25 quid for the eye test and the optician trys to flog me stuff. All opticians do that, not just the one I went to see yesterday. I told her I wanted the eye operation and as they don't offer that service she shut up. &lt;br /&gt;I've ordered 2 pairs of glasses ( buy one get one free) from Glasses direct.com. I got my present pair from them, and are happy with them. I paid around £100.00 as I got a 10% discount. Back in the old days when I bought glasses from the high street it would cost me hundreds. &lt;br /&gt;This ash cloud that stopping the planes from flying is all very Gaia. It is as if the earth is fighting global warning on her own terms..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-788100699648369046?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/788100699648369046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=788100699648369046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/788100699648369046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/788100699648369046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday_18.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-930237215527346082</id><published>2010-04-14T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:17:07.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah!</title><content type='html'>Started watching Dan in Real Life. I like Steve Carrel and had high hopes. I lasted about 20 minutes. How come his family noticed straight way he was down when he came to the house , but didn't notice that he was looking at Juliette Binoche with love eyes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-930237215527346082?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/930237215527346082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=930237215527346082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/930237215527346082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/930237215527346082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/bah.html' title='Bah!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5344776228759374688</id><published>2010-04-11T16:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:52:13.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>What is the secret to staying married?  Reading about Dawn French and Lenny Henry &lt;a href="http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/columnists/2010/04/11/dawn-and-lenny-s-split-is-no-laughing-matter-91466-26217169/"&gt;splitting up&lt;/a&gt; after 25 years,made me feel sad.Not that I know them or anything daft like that, but 25 years is such a long time. I assumed that you have navigated all the tricky relationship issues. Or perhaps you reach the end of your tether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the new series of Doctor Who and am loving it. I think Steven Moffat is the best Dr Who writer ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sky plussing repeats of &lt;a href="http://worldofwonder.net/productions/housebusters/"&gt;House Busters&lt;/a&gt;, as it is being show at half past four in the morning (!!) It is so early there have the little person signing in the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5344776228759374688?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5344776228759374688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5344776228759374688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5344776228759374688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5344776228759374688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6893120349901229650</id><published>2010-04-06T18:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:42:46.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>This blog has been quieter than usual as I was concentrating on the &lt;a href="http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog.html"&gt;Soul Coaching&lt;/a&gt;. I finished it yesterday, although I think it would be a good thing to do it once a year. A soul spring clean.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed  working it through, and am made up that I completed it. I read each section on the train to work in the morning and update my progress blog in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;Why did I find it so good? It gets you thinking about your past, how you may appear to others and how you treat your body. Oh and there is some clutter clearing - and I love clearing clutter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6893120349901229650?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6893120349901229650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6893120349901229650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6893120349901229650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6893120349901229650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6238656263570243826</id><published>2010-04-02T17:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:21:17.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S7YY1trpKkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8t_ipE5snHk/s1600/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S7YY1trpKkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8t_ipE5snHk/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455575309680716354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met up with parents and sister and I cooked this, it was scraped clean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6238656263570243826?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6238656263570243826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6238656263570243826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6238656263570243826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6238656263570243826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S7YY1trpKkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8t_ipE5snHk/s72-c/lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8985046982818582254</id><published>2010-03-29T18:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:37:44.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamper</title><content type='html'>We had a fantastic time at our pamper weekend. The last of my birthday treats. We even got our rooms upgraded- the last time that has happened to me was on my honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;I feel totally chilled, relaxed and glamourous. A nice combination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8985046982818582254?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8985046982818582254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8985046982818582254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8985046982818582254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8985046982818582254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/pamper.html' title='Pamper'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8213624270020013594</id><published>2010-03-22T18:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:31:58.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Where I live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6e3lXMkflI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AEaUiV_DGQ0/s1600-h/shoeburyness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6e3lXMkflI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AEaUiV_DGQ0/s320/shoeburyness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451527726465056338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo the other day when I was walking Tommy. This is a five minute walk from our house. Aren't I lucky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8213624270020013594?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8213624270020013594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8213624270020013594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8213624270020013594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8213624270020013594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-i-live.html' title='Where I live'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6e3lXMkflI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AEaUiV_DGQ0/s72-c/shoeburyness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-567726638801894620</id><published>2010-03-21T17:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:28:12.144Z</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZXJhkGoEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TekRp9R5yPM/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZXJhkGoEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TekRp9R5yPM/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451140220118802498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZXEwuWavI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S8wfzz07oB0/s1600-h/new+cushions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZXEwuWavI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S8wfzz07oB0/s320/new+cushions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451140138288966386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZXACWH1fI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-2C_3YpPhq4/s1600-h/rocking+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZXACWH1fI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-2C_3YpPhq4/s320/rocking+chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451140057119839730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZW3ub3sUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wvyPz8smOAE/s1600-h/vase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZW3ub3sUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wvyPz8smOAE/s320/vase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451139914336284994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took photos of some of the presents I got. I didn't get a rocking chair or a settee - the cushions are presents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-567726638801894620?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/567726638801894620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=567726638801894620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/567726638801894620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/567726638801894620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l66O39P431E/S6ZXJhkGoEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TekRp9R5yPM/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4453046529210970339</id><published>2010-03-19T19:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:47:42.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Dating</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo glad, that I don't have to put myself through &lt;a href="http://awfulfirstdates.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It is funny though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4453046529210970339?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4453046529210970339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4453046529210970339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4453046529210970339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4453046529210970339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/dating.html' title='Dating'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-443308227727250548</id><published>2010-03-19T15:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:02:15.577Z</updated><title type='text'>42</title><content type='html'>Isn't 42 supposed to be the answer to everything? Well all I know it is a very grown up age.&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of goodies for my birthday : the new Simon Brett ( Ilove the Fathering mysteries. It is a shame that they are not available on kindle}, a handbag, necklace, candle  and vase. Mum and Dad are treating me to a health spa.&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I stayed in London last night. We went to Gourmet Burger, I had never been there before, v. delish. We had a romantic stroll down the Thames. This morning we wandered to Borough market and I got some herbs and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday me and Mum went to see Alison Weir give a talk on Anne Boleyn. Alison really made it come alive and me and Mum both asked questions, emboldened by the complimentary wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-443308227727250548?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/443308227727250548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=443308227727250548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/443308227727250548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/443308227727250548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/42.html' title='42'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6579187021281349523</id><published>2010-03-14T12:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:45:12.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>Last week I bought &lt;a href="http://www.deniselinn.com/index.htm"&gt;Soul Coaching&lt;/a&gt; by Denise Linn. It is a 28 day programme. And I thought I would work through it. You are asked to keep a journal. I set up a blog ( only I can read it)and it is very open and honest. And I live in terror that I will update this one by mistake - how funny would that be!&lt;br /&gt;I'm on day 8 now. its a bit like therapy by book. I'm finding helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6579187021281349523?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6579187021281349523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6579187021281349523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6579187021281349523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6579187021281349523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5834392988371474783</id><published>2010-03-08T18:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:59:54.545Z</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday treat.</title><content type='html'>Steve and I booked a hotel in London so I will be having a mini break for birthday. I'm excited because although I work in London - that's all I do, work! It will be nice to have time to take in the sites and go to some good pubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5834392988371474783?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5834392988371474783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5834392988371474783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5834392988371474783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5834392988371474783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-birthday-treat.html' title='Another Birthday treat.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1443882276235391282</id><published>2010-03-07T13:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:44:45.688Z</updated><title type='text'>2 Things</title><content type='html'>2 things happened this week that I thought would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;1. the wart thing on my leg FINALLY fell off. Well. ok it didn't fall off, I may have helped it on its way a little bit. The wart remover had turned a pink wart to some horror thing - it looked like I had a pork scratching hanging off me. It was disgusting! and I am very happy that it has gone. Yukky, yuk, yuk.&lt;br /&gt;2. We got a new hoover and it is a upright.  Steve has always insisted on cylinder vacuum cleaners and I hate them. I hate cylinders as the cylinder bit gets caught behind chairs and corners and you have to go back and get it unstuck. And Steve always corrects me if I say hoover , pointing out it is a brand name.; But we now have  a hoover, so I can call it that with the irritating lecture and it is an upright .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1443882276235391282?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1443882276235391282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1443882276235391282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1443882276235391282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1443882276235391282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-things.html' title='2 Things'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8549879893580135950</id><published>2010-03-03T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:11:32.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Kindling</title><content type='html'>Kindling - to waste time browsing the kindle store, downloading samples.&lt;br /&gt;Kindling makes me very happy *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8549879893580135950?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8549879893580135950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8549879893580135950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8549879893580135950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8549879893580135950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindling.html' title='Kindling'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-4379629383432481224</id><published>2010-02-24T18:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:56:57.887Z</updated><title type='text'>Treats</title><content type='html'>Regular readers will be aware that next month is my birthday and I like a lot of treats for birthday. The first of my birthday treats have been planned. I'm going for a pamper weekend at a &lt;a href="http://www.fivelakes.co.uk/"&gt;posh hotel&lt;/a&gt;, with my mum, Angela and Jo. We are all highly excited and can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;It is very good value- English breakfast, lunch, 3 course dinner, use of spa(pool, sauna) and free mini facial. I love free mini facials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-4379629383432481224?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4379629383432481224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=4379629383432481224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4379629383432481224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/4379629383432481224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/treats.html' title='Treats'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7664061999118891489</id><published>2010-02-22T19:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:23:50.256Z</updated><title type='text'>700th post</title><content type='html'>This is my 700th post! In an odd way I feel quite proud. I know some posts are just blog quizzes but even so..700!&lt;br /&gt;So I can't think of 700 things but here are 7 things I like about blogging:&lt;br /&gt;1.We would never have gone on our lovely holiday to Wales, if I hadn't blogged, as I got the link from AOJ and The Lurchers.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is interesting looking back to see what I was doing this time last year/2/3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. It is a buzz when I get comments.&lt;br /&gt;4.It is a good way to let off steam.&lt;br /&gt;5.I like to think I've made some bloggy friends - especially Ocean Jen!&lt;br /&gt;6. it has got me reading other blogs. I've picked up some good recipes and book suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;7. It has given me an interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7664061999118891489?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7664061999118891489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7664061999118891489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7664061999118891489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7664061999118891489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/700th-post.html' title='700th post'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-6501789956681564230</id><published>2010-02-20T22:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:37:56.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Mocking birds</title><content type='html'>Most Saturday I meet my mum and we do a bit of shopping and then have lunch. today I realised that part of our routine is going round Marks &amp;amp; Spencer mocking their clothes. We says it is dowdy or overpriced. Today Mum pointed to a jungle print skirt and started singing "In the Jungle". we don't mock the food, underwear and home stuff.  And I do like their perfumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-6501789956681564230?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6501789956681564230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=6501789956681564230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6501789956681564230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/6501789956681564230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/mocking-birds.html' title='Mocking birds'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-7172053036019704259</id><published>2010-02-18T19:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:45:16.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Homes</title><content type='html'>I came across this web site,&lt;a href="http://thejewelboxhome.com/"&gt; the Jewel Box Home&lt;/a&gt; . It is about small houses, how to decorate them and stuff. My normal property porn. When I looked at the photos I had to laugh. this is an American website and the American small home and the English small home are very different sizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-7172053036019704259?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7172053036019704259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=7172053036019704259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7172053036019704259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/7172053036019704259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-homes.html' title='Little Homes'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-3284769913622809945</id><published>2010-02-16T18:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:41:28.058Z</updated><title type='text'>Soppy Post</title><content type='html'>I was reading my celeb stuff- one of my guilty pleasures- and it was quoting Cheryl Cole saying all the sweet things her Ashley does for her - like running her a bath and leaving messages.&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking about the stuff Mr Robbo does for me:&lt;br /&gt;He buys me bottles of wine that he thinks I would like. Even though he doesn't drink the stuff himself.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Robbo has set up all my family's TV and computer stuff. Very kind of him. And doesn't moan too much when they think they have broken it. and he has to go and sort it out. And it is not really broken they just didn't press the button or something.&lt;br /&gt;He painted our bedroom in a colour I loved and he is not so keen on. It is quite a girly colour. And he hates decorating.&lt;br /&gt;He fluffs up the cushions because he knows I like them fluffed up. I know full well that when I die he will throw them straight in the bin and lead a cushion free existence.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get stranded  commuting, he will always pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;He dyes my hair for me. And does a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-3284769913622809945?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3284769913622809945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=3284769913622809945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3284769913622809945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/3284769913622809945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/soppy-post.html' title='Soppy Post'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-5902991019048131010</id><published>2010-02-15T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:00:21.881Z</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I met Sharon yesterday for lunch. Sharon is giving up smoking and uses patches to help her. We popped in Superdrug so that Sharon could get her stash. Reader they are by  the condoms! How funny it  that? Instead of a post coital cigarette, you slap on a patch. I must admit I found it funnier than Sharon did.&lt;br /&gt;Have started to give strangers kindle demonstrations - a lady in the canteen on Friday and a lady on the train this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-5902991019048131010?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5902991019048131010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=5902991019048131010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5902991019048131010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/5902991019048131010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1711354441161502647</id><published>2010-02-09T18:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:30:50.105Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazon.com'/><title type='text'>Another Kindle post</title><content type='html'>My emails are mainly from my friends at Laterooms, Amazon.co.uk and Argos. of course as Kindle is from Amazon.com and American I've started to get e mail from them. Imagine my disappointment when they are advertising paperbacks. I don't want American Amazon to tell me about paperbacks, I want to know about their kindle book offers. Get with it American Amazon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1711354441161502647?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1711354441161502647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1711354441161502647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1711354441161502647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1711354441161502647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-kindle-post.html' title='Another Kindle post'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-1088131129111473798</id><published>2010-02-06T15:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:29:34.402Z</updated><title type='text'>Eleven years</title><content type='html'>I've got  new computer.  My old computer was second hand, and I've had t for a good few years. It was getting slow and I had to keep rebooting it. My monitor was doing too well either. Steve spotted a reconditioned flat screen monitor, 400 gig computer with 3.2 gig memory and a smaller keyboard - all for under 200 quid. Reader, I love it. I realise how crappy my old pc was.&lt;br /&gt;It is our wedding anniversary today. Eleven years. it is the first time we haven't bothered with card - we both feel that we have bought all the  nice: to my darling wife/ to my darling husband cards. And as I've got a new computer that my kindly husband installed for me, I'm not complaining. We off out tonight celebrating in traditional Essex style: a Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-1088131129111473798?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1088131129111473798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=1088131129111473798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1088131129111473798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/1088131129111473798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/eleven-years.html' title='Eleven years'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-2210781644437281917</id><published>2010-02-04T18:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:48:20.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideal Home Part One</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that I have mentioned before that I am a sucker for Feng Shui and clutter clearing. I'm reading this book (on my kindle! on my kindle!) and it asks you to imagine your ideal house.&lt;br /&gt;So on the way to work, I've thinking about my ideal house and stuff in it.&lt;br /&gt;My ideal house would be near the sea. It would be set back from the road, but the road would have pavement. As a Londoner houses that are on roads that don't have pavement freak me out. The house would be made of pale yellow bricks and have a red tiled roof with a chimney. It would have big sash windows.  The path to the door would be gravel, there would be off street parking and a garage. The blue front door would have a pointy porch. There would be tubs of bedding plants in the front garden. The house would be detached but our neighbours would be very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been inside the house yet, but I know there would be dog, an aquarium and a flat screen telly.&lt;br /&gt;What's your ideal house like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-2210781644437281917?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2210781644437281917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=2210781644437281917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2210781644437281917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/2210781644437281917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/ideal-home-part-one.html' title='Ideal Home Part One'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35339129.post-8121137845369678419</id><published>2010-02-03T18:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:52:57.375Z</updated><title type='text'>Vampires v werewovlves part 2</title><content type='html'>A little while I wrote about how would you rather be a vampire or a werewolf. I'd rather be a werewolf. Tonight opening a can of dog food I cut my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thumb&lt;/span&gt; and there was blood all over my hand. Oh yuck, blood. Still rather be a werewolf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35339129-8121137845369678419?l=ginarobbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8121137845369678419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35339129&amp;postID=8121137845369678419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8121137845369678419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35339129/posts/default/8121137845369678419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginarobbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/vampires-v-werewovlves-part-2.html' title='Vampires v werewovlves part 2'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701243245367635633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oF6p6o7TSnQ/TVe5Ao5WxbI/AAAAAAAAALs/2zvaVuZQ-hA/s220/gina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
