<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323</id><updated>2011-11-23T04:08:09.399Z</updated><title type='text'>elle's mumblings and chunterings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-112229946723396450</id><published>2005-07-25T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:54:37.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the.....the....gibber...gibber....holidays</title><summary type='text'>Yep, it's that time of the year again. And yes, I'm gonna turn into a gibbering wreck pretty soon. What time of year? I'm not sure if I can even bring meyself to utter those awful, awful words.(the six week school holidays)and I have given up smoking.ok. It's official. I have lost my reason. No smoking and four children home all day for ...  six whole soul-destroying weeks .    Hmm. Pass the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/112229946723396450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=112229946723396450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/112229946723396450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/112229946723396450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-thethegibbergibberholidays.html' title='it&apos;s the.....the....gibber...gibber....holidays'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-112152245332063755</id><published>2005-07-16T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:00:53.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love my PC...hate decorating</title><summary type='text'>well, one room is now stripped and all the beds are in that one. Now the Barbarian is stripping the other room. Oh, it's such fun! NOT.He's upstairs in the peace and quiet with the radio on, happily stripping the room. I'm down here sorting out piles and piles of clean washing into piles... ours, the kids, too small -&gt; charity shop, too big &gt;&gt; into a bag to be put away.  I have the babes and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/112152245332063755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=112152245332063755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/112152245332063755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/112152245332063755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-my-pchate-decorating.html' title='love my PC...hate decorating'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-112046914486007817</id><published>2005-07-04T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:25:44.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slinks back in after a sabbatical</title><summary type='text'>Well, not a sabbatical exactly. Just been lazy and slothful and done nothing at all on this. REally ought to update more often.Wel, news.... the novel petered out after 6 thousand words. It's not a bad storyline tho, so I might have to relook at the plot and start again.Other news, we're very busy in the Hovel at the moment. Decided to decorated the babes room so we are stripping the wallpaper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/112046914486007817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=112046914486007817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/112046914486007817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/112046914486007817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/07/slinks-back-in-after-sabbatical.html' title='Slinks back in after a sabbatical'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111609270251404515</id><published>2005-05-14T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:45:02.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>elleskitchen-table</title><summary type='text'>elleskitchen-table  This is my new msn group!  We've got message boards, pictures and a chatroom! Designated chat night is Monday and this Monday we have our first quiz night. We've only been open a few days but have almost 40 memebers already and would love to have more. Especially people with a lot to say !Come on in, pull up a chair and get cosy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111609270251404515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111609270251404515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111609270251404515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111609270251404515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/05/elleskitchen-table.html' title='elleskitchen-table'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111609202182938177</id><published>2005-05-14T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:33:41.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>girlie afternoon</title><summary type='text'>Was a lovely day today, nice and sunny but not too hot.  Groovychick suggested we have an afternoon together. So what do girls do when they have an afternoon off together?Yep, we went shopping. Me, groovychick and Minxybabe.Well, last of the big spenders, we trawled the charity shops for books insert grinning smiley . Bought 6 kiddie books for minxy and angelbabe. Minxybabe chose them herself and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111609202182938177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111609202182938177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111609202182938177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111609202182938177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/05/girlie-afternoon.html' title='girlie afternoon'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111559720607248651</id><published>2005-05-09T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:06:46.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing ...and a quick catch-up</title><summary type='text'>...Tillymint.  Yes, we have named the nameless puss. Who is, I'm almost certain now, female. She's a little bigger now and her eyes have opened. How she has survived thus far when Angelbabe seems to regard her as some sort of beany toy is amazing. I hope she survives a lot longer!Well, May is apon us and I am writing again. My GAD has it been a ball-ache this time. First of all, I had a plot. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111559720607248651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111559720607248651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111559720607248651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111559720607248651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/05/introducing-and-quick-catch-up.html' title='Introducing ...and a quick catch-up'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111512678596336336</id><published>2005-05-03T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:26:25.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the nameless puss</title><summary type='text'>Whilst doing my daily battle with the wash-pile - oh yes my friends, the battle is long and hard, ground was won but I'm on the retreat at the moment and it stands, proud as ever - my hand chanced upon something small, cold and slimy.I thought at first it was a dead rat. I was half right. It was dead, but it wasn't a rat, but a kitten. Absolute panic. I had a suspicion that my younger cat Fimble </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111512678596336336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111512678596336336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111512678596336336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111512678596336336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/05/nameless-puss.html' title='the nameless puss'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111468074915120265</id><published>2005-04-28T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:32:29.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ferk, schitt and ballcocks</title><summary type='text'>A couple of months ago we boought a new TV to replace the old one that Barbarian managed to blow up with a ill-placed cup of coffee.  We ordered it just before Christmas. It was delayed. Then it wasn't coming. So I ordered another one on a 48 hour delivery. Then they said it would be several weeks. So I got stroppy and finally got a TV in my lounge. Yippee!This morning disaster has struck. Either</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111468074915120265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111468074915120265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111468074915120265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111468074915120265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/ferk-schitt-and-ballcocks.html' title='ferk, schitt and ballcocks'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111416462248951589</id><published>2005-04-22T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:12:28.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no more blue, the future is orange</title><summary type='text'>or rather, a fetching shade that is eerily reminiscent of thousand island dressing. I'm talking about my bathroom. For the last two years it has been painted a cool toothpastey type of blue. But yesterday the toilet seat broke.In true Hovel style, we actually had a brand new toilet seat to be put on, in fact it has been waiting patiently to be put on since the last time we decorated the hovel but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111416462248951589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111416462248951589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111416462248951589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111416462248951589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-more-blue-future-is-orange.html' title='no more blue, the future is orange'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111402691874136448</id><published>2005-04-20T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:55:18.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hair cuttery</title><summary type='text'>Minxybabe has got nits again. It's the sort of thing that all mums deal with when they have small schoolage kids. The trouble with Minxybabe is that she has very fine long hair and it's a pain in the bloody arse to trawl through with a nit comb. Especially since she screams everytime her hair gets tangled and even hates it being brushed.So I decided to cut it. What a bloody palarver.  I washer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111402691874136448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111402691874136448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111402691874136448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111402691874136448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/hair-cuttery.html' title='hair cuttery'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111351771718664764</id><published>2005-04-14T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:28:37.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Not Always Like This...</title><summary type='text'>My house has been freezing for the last couple of days.  I assumed the first day that the boiler was not lit. A theory disproved when I noticed that the immersion heater was not on, thus meaning the hot water was from the boiler, which in turn, must be on. So I tried again yesterday to coax the radiators into life.  I faffed around with the radiators, the thermostat and the control panel. Nothing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111351771718664764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111351771718664764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111351771718664764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111351771718664764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/theyre-not-always-like-this.html' title='They&apos;re Not Always Like This...'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111341089161092404</id><published>2005-04-13T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:48:11.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations.....</title><summary type='text'>conversations I have had today...me;  Get off the dogme:  Get off the dogme;  Get off the dog. NOWme: what are you doing?minxy;   playing with shampoothere is hair conditioner all over the staircaseme;  Angel get down off the stairsAngel;  toilet!me; Get down!!Angel; Toilet!!!!  -- not that she goes to the toilet, she just means she wants to go upstairs and pour hair products in the bath.me;  get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111341089161092404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111341089161092404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111341089161092404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111341089161092404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/conversations.html' title='conversations.....'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111325881300189590</id><published>2005-04-11T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:29:36.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A book buyin frenzy</title><summary type='text'>I have bought 22 books today. I think that is the most books I have ever bought in one sitting. Actually, it wasn't one sitting, it was various clicks and a tramp around the charity shops in the city centre.I bought the first three online.'Divine Secrets Of The Ya-ya Sisterhood' and 'Little Altars Everywhere' by Rebecca Wells. After seeing the film of 'Ya-Ya', I now desperately wanjt to read the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111325881300189590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111325881300189590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111325881300189590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111325881300189590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/book-buyin-frenzy.html' title='A book buyin frenzy'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111314327486554885</id><published>2005-04-10T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:27:54.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Obligatory top ten - films</title><summary type='text'>Seeing how every other blog I come across has these top tens, I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and put a few of my own down (I loves the bandwagon I does)So, why not start with films...in no particular order...A knights Tale -----  excellent film, and the way modern music is used instead of period music really makes this film for me, oh, well, that and the fact that is is funny, upbeat and has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111314327486554885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111314327486554885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111314327486554885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111314327486554885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/obligatory-top-ten-films.html' title='An Obligatory top ten - films'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111305107053797666</id><published>2005-04-09T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:51:10.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PMSL - </title><summary type='text'>Zazoo Condoms , ad, advert | visit4info | TV/Cinema   hey man, we've all been there! Supermarket, screaming child, oh yes, the joys of parenthood!   What a great site! (off to look for the infamous armadillo ad now!) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111305107053797666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111305107053797666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111305107053797666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111305107053797666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/pmsl.html' title='PMSL - '/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111304889285040071</id><published>2005-04-09T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:22:42.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>that Armarillo song</title><summary type='text'>Peter Kay and Tony Christie - Is This The Way To Amarillo - Comic Relief Video ClipI missed the whole of Red Nose Day this year. I was on a girlie weekend away with thirty or so of some of the most wonderful women it has ever been my priviledge to meet; ie, other members of the Bad Mothers Club. Fantastic weekend, but I spent the whole day rushing round like a blue-arsed fly dropping groovychick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111304889285040071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111304889285040071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111304889285040071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111304889285040071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/that-armarillo-song.html' title='that Armarillo song'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111295623007785388</id><published>2005-04-08T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T11:30:30.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>war is waged on the washpile</title><summary type='text'>I'm in a good mood today.  Yesterday I attempted to tidy the kitchen, and as part of that, put all the washing pile into bags (again, coz shithead dog likes to pull them aot and sleep on them) and discovered I had half the amount of bin-bags that I did this time last week. Of course that means there is more floor space to wash, so it's all relative lol. Part of this washing breakthrough has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111295623007785388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111295623007785388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111295623007785388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111295623007785388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/war-is-waged-on-washpile.html' title='war is waged on the washpile'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111288014645242730</id><published>2005-04-07T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:22:26.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fallaroundhere</title><summary type='text'>fallaroundhere  This is the site of a new Bradford band, there's a couple of really lovely songs on there for you to listen to, you don't have to download, just click on them. I hope to see more of these people and wish them great things.I'm also hopefully going to see them later this month at the love apple cafe in Bradford (28th April, £3 entry, money well spent) .Hopefully I will be able</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111288014645242730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111288014645242730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111288014645242730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111288014645242730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/fallaroundhere.html' title='fallaroundhere'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111287285798881523</id><published>2005-04-07T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:23:22.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two big scimitars and a poison bow</title><summary type='text'>There's a bit of a craze going on in my family at the moment; Rpg Ps2 games (that is role play adventure games on the playstation2 console for those confused ) Or, to be much more precise; Baldurs Gate and Champions Of Norrath.It's my fault, I started it last year when I came across Baldurs Gate in the preowned section of our local games store. I had heard good reviews so I thought I would give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111287285798881523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111287285798881523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111287285798881523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111287285798881523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-big-scimitars-and-poison-bow.html' title='Two big scimitars and a poison bow'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111287006715819276</id><published>2005-04-07T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:34:27.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a hangover today.  Of course it's all my own fault, no-one forced me to drink unsuitable amounts of alcohol last night and I therefore cheerfully submit to it. I didn't go out with the intention to get ratted, I went down to see my parents.I visit my mum and dad usually one night a week, leaving the barbarian to look after all the kids.  They don't live far, it's perhaps a twenty minute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111287006715819276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111287006715819276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111287006715819276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111287006715819276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-hangover-today.html' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111277459528332113</id><published>2005-04-06T09:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T09:03:15.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brass monkeys in and out</title><summary type='text'>After several nice and warm April days, today the weather has thrown a complete stroppy. It's blowing a gale outside and it's bloody cold too. Just the sort of day that makes you want to curl up in the house with a book and a lovely pot of hot chocolate and the central heating turned sky high.And there is the problem. The gas has run out and the heating is off.  If this had happened at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111277459528332113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111277459528332113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111277459528332113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111277459528332113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/brass-monkeys-in-and-out.html' title='Brass monkeys in and out'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111274046470148416</id><published>2005-04-05T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:34:24.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>November madness in May</title><summary type='text'>So... I've done it again. Signed away a whole month of my life to the novel-writing madness of Nanowrimo. A month long challenge to write 50,000 words in just 30 days.  Hard, but not impossible.Well, of course it's not impossible, I did it for a start!It was hard. The writing was hard. Creating something out of nothing, trying to pull a very vague plot into something believable and readable. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111274046470148416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111274046470148416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111274046470148416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111274046470148416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-madness-in-may.html' title='November madness in May'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111270697454368913</id><published>2005-04-05T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:16:14.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of the swimming trunks resolved</title><summary type='text'>They were at school, the dude came home from school yesterday with his kit bag in his hand. I should not have been surprised really. This is a child who regularly exits the school doors minus his school jumper/coat/gym kit. It's a wonder he doesn't forget his head.And where does he get this scatterbrained trait? From his mother of course stupidly grinning smiley. His mother who at his moment has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111270697454368913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111270697454368913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111270697454368913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111270697454368913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/mystery-of-swimming-trunks-resolved.html' title='Mystery of the swimming trunks resolved'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111269792831787641</id><published>2005-04-05T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:45:28.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler plucked from tracks</title><summary type='text'>Toddler plucked from tracksThis is from the city where I live. I posted the article on a parenting website (see I'm a bad mother link) and got a very interesting reaction, not from the other mothers there but from one of our few male members. He brought up the issue that, as a man, he would be afraid to go to a child in distress/obviously alone in case his intentions are misconstrued and he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111269792831787641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111269792831787641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111269792831787641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111269792831787641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/toddler-plucked-from-tracks.html' title='Toddler plucked from tracks'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111269604587027845</id><published>2005-04-05T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:14:05.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical beds.</title><summary type='text'>Oh what a night, not the worst we've had by a long long way but not the best recently either. Last night I decided to get an early night, that is to say, early for me. Planned to hit the pit before midnight. It was a good idea except for the fact I was still at my pc desk at half past one this morning.At about 1am I heard footsteps coming from the babes bedroom above me. I waited down here with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111269604587027845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111269604587027845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111269604587027845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111269604587027845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/musical-beds.html' title='Musical beds.'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111265461472757205</id><published>2005-04-04T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:43:34.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my fascinations.</title><summary type='text'>I have come to the conclusion that I am ever so slightly weird. Not for me soap operas, celebrity who's bonking who or reality makeover shows. Oh no no no. I like corpses. Not in that way obviously nose wrinkling yuck face but I do tend to watch programs in which corpses seem to figure quite predominantly.CSI, Forensic files, crime, murder oooooooh yes! And not only recent murders. I also have an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111265461472757205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111265461472757205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111265461472757205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111265461472757205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-and-my-fascinations.html' title='Me and my fascinations.'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111261951817193597</id><published>2005-04-04T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:58:38.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All is peaceful and quiet</title><summary type='text'> Barbarian is at work, the three older kids are at school and Angelbabe is asleep in her pushchair. The sun is shining through the windows of the hovel and lighting up the dust on the pc desk.Bliss. Absolute bliss.It's moments like this when I feel refreshed and relaxed. I can almost feel my head emptying of stress.Today I drew myself up a cleaning rota or the hovel. Not much of a rota, there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111261951817193597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111261951817193597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111261951817193597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111261951817193597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-is-peaceful-and-quiet.html' title='All is peaceful and quiet'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111260789666808588</id><published>2005-04-04T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:44:56.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why I hate Mondays</title><summary type='text'>So it's Monday. And the first day back at school after a two week break for Easter. I have dragged myself out of my pit at the ungodly hour of half past eight. Groovychick has already gone to school and The Babarian is long gone to the place where he earns the moolah. All is as it should be. All systems go and running smoothly.Except for the Dude. He's rummaging in the wash pile. The huge, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111260789666808588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111260789666808588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111260789666808588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111260789666808588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/tell-me-why-i-hate-mondays.html' title='Tell me why I hate Mondays'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111260730269330130</id><published>2005-04-04T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:35:02.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A short guide to elle's clan</title><summary type='text'>...because who dares use real names on the web? So, for your eternal confusement, and my own general amusement I have given usernames to my family. wicked evil grinning smiley so here is the short guide to the people I love and adore (and share the hovel with)dh aka the barbarian ;  ok, he's not a barbarian, he's an absolute love and a sweetie. The barbarian bit refers to the character he plays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111260730269330130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111260730269330130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111260730269330130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111260730269330130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/short-guide-to-elles-clan.html' title='A short guide to elle&apos;s clan'/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11905323.post-111257119201099535</id><published>2005-04-04T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:33:12.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so this is it. The all singing, all dancing new blog. Don't get too excited, my life is quite mundane and ordinary insert smiley here . I will figure out the smileys etc at some point. At the moment you will have to make do with italics big grinning smiley . I'm not sure whether that is better or worse than the small yellow faced ones?Anyway. It's twenty to one in the morning... I have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/feeds/111257119201099535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11905323&amp;postID=111257119201099535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111257119201099535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11905323/posts/default/111257119201099535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefire.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-so-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289278628390457544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
