K9Fran
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Thank you for sharing.
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I live in a road with 'pinch points' where traffic going one way has to give way to approaching traffic. There is also a mini roundabout about 25 yds from our house. The number of times I've seen emergency vehicles having to slow down because other drivers don't pull over is unbelieveable - we are about half a mile from the fire and ambulance station.........
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Sorry to hear about your friends. But please don't beat yourself up about it - if she had needed you, she would have found a way of getting in touch. She has been reunited with her family now.
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OMG my daughter has just said 'i want to do something like that at my wedding' 
My boss gets married on 5th Dec, I've just dared him to ......
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Two different ways to convert .xml to web pages and thus to html http://office.microsoft.com/en-us/sharepointserver/HA102154821033.aspx and http://www.codeproject.com/KB/XML/XML_to_HTML_Convertor.aspx
Thanks Snow, but whilst I have a little more techie knowledge than my boss (who claims a brick could do better than he can) that's gone waaaaaay over my head
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Thanks for those Snow. Unfortunately they only seem to refer to .html files, not .xml
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I've found the file on my C drive called C:\Documents and Settings\XXXX\Application Data\Yahoo!\[email protected]\Bookmarks but it's an .xml file and Chrome (and Firefox) seem to want to import only .html files. Tried saving a copy of the .xml file as a .html file, but it didn't help
HELP?
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Nice one - the toe nail I lost is just coming up to celebrate it's 9th birthday and is nearly fully re grown.......
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And now it's gorn
I'm a busy girl <G> I like to scan all the threads with new messages rather than go hopping between forums, but now I can't -
Website is showing no vacancies apart from the caravan August 29/8/09 price £350
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I've got the chance to have some personal coaching from the chap who is my bosses coach and personal business mentor.
I've had a 30 min session with him just now, and felt it went very well - he was very easy to talk to on the phone and we chatted like we'd known each other ages.
He asked me what my 5 year goal was, and I said it was to be working with the same boss, alongside him in a parallel role, as equals.
He also asked what my secret passion was - this took a bit of thinking about, but I said laughter, I love to laugh and I don't think anyone else realises how important laughter is to me, so it's a secret passion.
Does anyone else have any experience of personal coaching (or lifestyle coaching if you prefer) and would like to share it here.........
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Alicia
When I told my parents that my 38 year old boyfriend had raped me (I was 18) they didn't believe me.
But then, when I went to the Samaritans some years later about the same incident because it was affecting my marriage the volunteers final words to me were 'are you sure you didn't lead him on dear?'.... So even 'caring' people can say the wrong thing.
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Good thinking - nice effort
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No, but all four of us are capable of caring for them in an emergency (even my youngest whose 12 can feed, water and throw a ball in the garden if necessary). There is a confirmed case at my kids school too, and one at a school we are running workshops at next week, so odds are my boss will bring back a few germs with him
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Oh Tilly - toilet tents were a luxury when I first started camping with Guides - all we got was a piece of saking wrapped around 4 poles - all open to the elements too! I seem to remember having to dig 'lats' as well, and a 'grease pit' topped with branches and greenery through which to strain the washing up water. At the end of the camp the leaves and branches were burnt on the camp fire.......... But goodness, we had some fun - I learnt how to milk a cow at Guide camp near aylesbury
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Oh my goodness, look at those ears! They look just like some baby English cross babies one of my rabbits had in the late 80's.
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Before we had the touring 'van, we had a static van which was sited first at Hunstanton, then moved to Heacham (I still love Hunstanton for family holidays).
There were no toilets on board, just a sink which emptied into a slop bucket under the van - had to emptied every day (or more) or it over flowed, and that was NASTY! There was a toilet block which was inhabited by a particularly large toad. And showers which were either scalding hot or freezing cold, with a wooded board thing on the floor to keep you out of the puddles of water I seem to remember the kitchen was across the back end of the van, there was a room divider formed by my parents drop down double bed. A coal burning 'rayburn' style stove and no telly! My sister and I slept on banquettes either side of the front end of the van, divided from the parents by a wooden folding door ( I can still heard the squeak and clunk as it opened and closed).
Lighting was also gas mantles, replacements came in little cardboard boxes and you had to be really careful with them, as if they got damaged they didn't work properly. All supplies were kept in the seats under the banquettes or in little cupboards above head height.
Then we progressed to the freedom of the touring van - a 12' Cavalier, which was built on a chassis designed for Europe - which meant if we parked up in a lay bye, you had to enter and exit the van on the same side as the traffic!!! But this was luxury - had a toilet compartment (only allowed to use in in the night though, as Dad had to empty it) Still had gas lighting though, to start with at least. But then Dad rigged up a 12V flourescent tube AND we had a teeny tiny portable black and white tv, all powered through a 12 V hook up to the car - couldn't use it for too long though, or it ran the car battery flat! LOL
Dad used to go and get fresh rolls from the camp shop every morning (along with his newspaper and tobacco for his pipe) and we could also tell when he was coming back because we could hear 'Dad's cough!'. I am still nostalgic for the sound of the awning zipper being undone, and I love sitting in the conservatory at home when it's raining, because it reminds me of sitting in the awning or van when it was raining.........
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No pics, but one of my most abiding memories of family holidays was our touring caravan at Appledurcombe Caravan site near Ventor on the Isle of Wight.
There was a terrific thunderstorm echoing around all the hills, am adolescent K9Fran woke up, looked out of bunk, said 'what about the dogs then' (a Corgi and a cocker spaniel - they were sleeping in the car) - my Dad had to don swimming trunks, plastic mac and wellies and go and 'rescue' them!! I was never allowed to forget that the first thing on my mind in this tropical down pour was the dogs.........
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I did 2 courses in 1999 and 2000, but I paid for my own course.
It's possible to get funding from your employers, or from a fund within the OU - they would be the best people to ask.
It's well worth doing - do you have any particular course in mind?
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Thank you for giving her a short but good life, there are plenty of dogs out there who haven't had that.
Run free sweetheart, run like you weren't able to on Earth.
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I'm guessing said item has sequins/embroidery? Items like this often say iron on reverse, because if you iron on the 'outside' you'll damage the fiddly bits.
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I wonder if this is because they see it as 'normal' - my Dad did, my OH was smacked (although not to an abuse extent) and didn't think anything of using it to discipline (until I explained how the alternatives worked). Perhaps it's just a lack of experience of the alternatives?
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Oh dear, he sounds like Bonnie was for months before we had to let her go. What sealed it for us was when she didn't get out of bed. Enjoy him while you still can, and treasure those memories.
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same here
my parents were emotionally abusive to me and my brother, but my dad regularly used to beat the crap out of us. It doesn't seem to have affected my brother, but I definitely hold it against them.
I was adopted (as was my sister) we were regularly beaten for mis demeanors for the kind of silly mistakes kids make - like me being put in charge of my sister who is 2 years younger than my, but very strong willed, and I was punished for 'allowing' her to fall in an iced over frozen flooded field. We were regularly beaten with pea canes for poor table manners. I think the last time my Dad raised his hand to me I was about 15. My sister claims it hasn't affected her, but she used the same physical punishment on her kids. I think I can count the number of times I've smacked mine on the fingers of one hand (but believe me, they push my buttons some days). I was considered 'odd' because I didn't want to speak at my Dad's funeral - everyone remembered him as a 'true gentleman' - but they didn't know him at home........... The funny thing is he actually was a very loving man, and this sort of behaviour was very out of character, but it was 'spare the rod and spoil the child' - his other motto was 'treat your animals like children and your children like animals' - needless to say, I never saw him beat any of our dogs, the worst he would do was jerk a choke chain......
Have I Had A Migraine?
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I woke up yesterday morning feeling rough, but as I was the only one in work, and the BT man was coming to fit a new ISDN line, I got Dave to run me up there instead of driving myself. My head hurt like no head ache I've ever had, and I felt nauseous
BT man left at about 11.30 and Dave came and took me home again - I just sat in the car with my eyes closed wanting the world to go away and feeling every bump 
I slept all afternoon, had a bit of tea and the watched a bit of telly before sleeping all night till the alarm went off this morning at 7. Feel a little brighter today, head still a little bit tender, but nothing like yesterday. The side of my face feels 'odd' too. No visual disturbance, but concentration is shot to pieces.
Does this sound like a migraine? I'm 49 - could it be my age? I've never been one to suffer with headaches, although my adopted mum was a slave to her migraines