<?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-3251907488484246035</id><updated>2011-08-02T08:44:16.452-07:00</updated><category term='mulled wine'/><category term='winter'/><category term='cold'/><category term='first post - film make up'/><category term='shadowed'/><category term='update on life'/><category term='vegetables'/><category term='icy roads'/><category term='helping neighbours'/><category term='evening'/><title type='text'>Mawgrim's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-7637117315611720204</id><published>2010-01-13T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:08:42.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icy roads'/><title type='text'>Ice is not nice</title><content type='html'>This morning on my way in to work I got stuck half way up a not particularly steep hill. The road was so slippery that a man watching me was sliding along while trying to stand still. Even when I put the brakes on to stop going backwards (when I couldn't go forward any more) I kept on moving. I had to reverse down the hill with very little control, trying not to hit the cars parked along one side (these apparently belonged to people who lived at the top of the hill as none of them had been able to get up there either). Fortunately, I suceeded, but it was quite a shock - far worse than snow, which is at least visible.&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking forward to getting home tonight. It will be main roads and taking it easy. I might not even take the short cut through the industrial estate as there are hills there and I doubt there has been much traffic this evening.&lt;br /&gt;I also can't believe how many people have ventured out on icy roads to come to the cinema. I know it's Orange Wednesday, but what's the point in getting a free ticket when you may also crunch your car?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-7637117315611720204?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/7637117315611720204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=7637117315611720204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/7637117315611720204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/7637117315611720204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-is-not-nice.html' title='Ice is not nice'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-5842642560202835153</id><published>2010-01-08T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:13:03.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>It's cold!</title><content type='html'>Last night as I drove home from work, the temperature about a mile outside the village dropped as low as -9 Celsius. In the village it was a balmy -6. I realised this morning that we had reached a whole new level of chilliness when I glanced out of the window and saw that the people who live in the bungalow on the other side of the lane had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut their windows!&lt;/span&gt; They are hardy souls and their windows are usually open night and day, all year round.&lt;br /&gt;Dug out some coal from the shed, and when it starts to get dark I will light the fire. During the day time the sun helps to heat the front rooms - the temperature in here is currently 20 degrees, but in the kitchen, which is north facing, it's struggled to get up to 16. I am nice and warm after an invigorating walk around the village, and the cat has just come in after a brief venture outdoors too. I keep wondering how he is managing to dig holes to do his business as the ground has been frozen solid for days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-5842642560202835153?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5842642560202835153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=5842642560202835153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/5842642560202835153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/5842642560202835153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-cold.html' title='It&apos;s cold!'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-8651636315829578945</id><published>2010-01-04T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:20:47.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping neighbours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Winter warmth</title><content type='html'>It's about -5 this evening, and we are caught in the grip of an icy spell. I don't remember there being such a long period of cold weather for many years. We haven't had much snow here - it all tends to fall on the Peak District and leaves us untouched - but it is cold and frosty all day. I have had the greenhouse heater going non-stop to keep everything frost free, and the heating in the house hasn't been off since before Christmas. This is an old house, with solid walls, and once the heating is off, the cold presses in through the brickwork and takes the temperature down fairly rapidly. It then takes about 8 - 10 hours to get it warm again. When I am at home (like this evening) I light a fire, not so much because it's needed, as to warm the soul against the dark winter just outside the windows. This morning I bought some logs at Findern garden centre as I like the smell of wood smoke, and the coal shed is nearly empty anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this evening, there was an almost Dickensian moment. Someone knocked on the back door (no-one except salespeople ever use the front door, and as it is stuck at the moment, that is a good thing). It was my neighbour, on his way in from work.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have any coal we can borrow," he asked, "All the suppliers have run out."&lt;br /&gt;I gave him what was left in my bucket, but it was small stuff that falls through the grate. He trudged off up the frozen stones of the yard and I went back to my glass of wine and blazing fire. Just like me, the neighbours have central heating as well, and I thought they probably just wanted to light a fire for the same reason. But their house has even more outside walls than mine, and it is colder because of the huge conservatory on the side. And then I started to think about the children, huddling in front of a meagre fire, and took pity.&lt;br /&gt;I went out into the freezing darkness and dug through the coal dust to find as many large bits of coal as I could, and carried them up in a trug. Inside the house, it was decidedly chilly, and the kids were in bed with hot water bottles. I gave them enough to get a decent fire going, and returned home feeling all warm inside at having helped out in this extreme weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-8651636315829578945?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/8651636315829578945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=8651636315829578945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/8651636315829578945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/8651636315829578945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-warmth.html' title='Winter warmth'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-1983616540963000549</id><published>2009-11-28T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:55:22.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulled wine'/><title type='text'>Christmas! oh no!</title><content type='html'>This is the time of year when I start to get in a Christmas panic. There seems to be so much to do, all in less than a month. I need to write Christmas cards and queue for hours at the Post Office to get stamps. I have to think about what presents to buy for whom. The weather is dull, grey, cold and damp, making me feel less inclined to want to do anything at all, save huddle up by the fire with a glass of mulled wine.&lt;br /&gt;Mulled wine is one of the things that makes winter tolerable. Here is a good recipe:&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of red wine (if you have made blackberry or elderberry wine, use 1 bottle of either to give added fruitiness, otherwise a full bodied red will do nicely)&lt;br /&gt;1 lemon, stuck with cloves&lt;br /&gt;2 oranges, sliced finely&lt;br /&gt;8oz demerara sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 heaped teaspoon cinnamon (or 2 cinnamon sticks)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast the lemon in a hot oven for about 30  minutes. Bring from the oven and mix with all the rest of the ingredients in a large saucepan. Heat well, then strain off the fruit and serve piping hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-1983616540963000549?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/1983616540963000549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=1983616540963000549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/1983616540963000549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/1983616540963000549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-oh-no.html' title='Christmas! oh no!'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-6859502845402069689</id><published>2009-10-15T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:46:37.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>Getting ready to go on holiday is both exciting and stressful. I have a recurring nightmare in which I arrive at the airport only to find I have left my passport and/or tickets at home. Because of this, I find it necessary to check and re-check that I haven't left anything critical behind.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did some packing and Mark the cat came and sat in the suitcase. He knows the appearance of the suitcase signals a change in his comfy routine, and does his best to disrupt the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-6859502845402069689?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/6859502845402069689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=6859502845402069689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/6859502845402069689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/6859502845402069689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-7568812552434961870</id><published>2009-10-12T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:25:52.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on life'/><title type='text'>Starting again</title><content type='html'>I'm posting an entry to this blog after over a year's absence. Sometimes it just seems there's too much going on to post anything, others that there is so little of any interest it's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;So what's happening in my life just now?&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm having a bit of trouble typing as I sliced my right index finger open while drying a carving knife yesterday. Stupid thing to do. I know. The only good thing is at least I hadn't set up my laptop for fingerprint login.&lt;br /&gt;2) Having yet again been passed over for a job I'd have liked due to living in the wrong part of the country, I have decided that now it's time to do something completely different. So when I get back from holiday I am going to embark on the process to become a driving instructor.&lt;br /&gt;3) Digging the allotment today cured my backache. How weird is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-7568812552434961870?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/7568812552434961870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=7568812552434961870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/7568812552434961870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/7568812552434961870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2009/10/starting-again.html' title='Starting again'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-284020561186193597</id><published>2008-07-08T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:35:34.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new windows</title><content type='html'>I have four new windows at the front now, and another two to go. Also the front door, which will be a bit of a pain as I have to move all the books and shelves so they can get at the frame. Spent ages today filling in and painting and clearing up. Was too tired to go to tap, so sat and read 'A Spot of Bother' by Mark Haddon.&lt;br/&gt;Why is it that when I am off work I always end up more knackered than when I am &lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt; work? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-284020561186193597?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/284020561186193597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=284020561186193597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/284020561186193597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/284020561186193597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-windows.html' title='new windows'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-2390934685211466806</id><published>2008-07-05T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:18:25.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetables'/><title type='text'>Everything loves broccoli</title><content type='html'>Is there any creature out there (apart from small children) who doesn't like eating broccoli? The plants I grew down on the allotment were devoured by rabbits, so I decided to have another go by sowing some more seeds at home, and only taking them down to the allotment when they were large enough to withstand attack.&lt;br/&gt;The seeds were poking their little heads above the compost the other day. This morning they had vanished. Slugs must be the culprit this time.&lt;br/&gt;Am I ever going to manage to eat any of my home grown broccoli?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-2390934685211466806?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2390934685211466806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=2390934685211466806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/2390934685211466806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/2390934685211466806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-loves-broccoli.html' title='Everything loves broccoli'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-4337825125565557130</id><published>2008-07-03T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:37:33.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evening'/><title type='text'>I'm on holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SG1EtGRiwbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mV36cDSfcbY/s1600-h/astilbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SG1EtGRiwbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mV36cDSfcbY/s320/astilbe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218903084761268658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finished work tonight at 7.15pm and drove home in the sunshine, feeling remarkably happy and full of curry that I'd bought earlier in Sainsbury's reduced section. Matt and I always compare our purchases to see who has got the best bargain of the day. Dan is bemused by it.&lt;br/&gt;When  I got home I painted over the bits on the kitchen window that had been wrecked by the sudden downpour, then noticed that the light was starting to get that luminous quality of late evening. All the red bricks glow, and the colours of the flowers seem to intensify as the sun slowly sinks.&lt;br/&gt;I sat in the living room, enjoying my empty sky that may soon be blocked (see yesterday's post for details). Felt a bit depressed about the prospect. Of course, all because someone has planning permission doesn't mean it will actually happen. She may not be able to raise the money in the current financial climate. And if and when it does happen, will already have been through all the angst about it and it will probably not be as bad as I'd feared.&lt;br/&gt;Last night I dreamed I was back in Barnet, and walking through the ruins of the Odeon, which was about to be demolished. Let's hope this isn't a premonition. I don't think it is - it's just my subconscious trying to deal with the prospect of change.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-4337825125565557130?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/4337825125565557130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=4337825125565557130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/4337825125565557130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/4337825125565557130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-on-holiday.html' title='I&apos;m on holiday!'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SG1EtGRiwbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mV36cDSfcbY/s72-c/astilbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-68572204101090304</id><published>2008-07-02T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:33:47.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadowed'/><title type='text'>Planning Permission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGvW6BrggdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PfLvIOxnleY/s1600-h/salon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGvW6BrggdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PfLvIOxnleY/s320/salon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218500885610529234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I read in the local newspaper this evening that the hairdresser across the road from my house has been given planning permission to build a whacking great first floor extension. &lt;br/&gt;This will make the building twice the height it is now - higher than the lamp post in the picture. (The pitched roof isn't on the shop - it's the roof of the house behind it. The shop currently has a flat roof.)&lt;br/&gt;Myself and all the neighbours objected several times to the plans, on the grounds that it will cause huge parking problems. There is a free car park in the village only a couple of hundred yards away, but neither the customers nor the staff want to walk that far, and all park  in the lane. The customers aren't so much of a problem as they don't generally spend too much time in the salon, but the staff cars are there all day. So parking will definitely get worse.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The height of the extension also means that where I used to enjoy the winter afternoon sun in the house, I will now be stuck in a looming blue shadow.&lt;br/&gt;I always enjoyed the sunlight during those darkest three months of the year, and now it will be taken away from me. It seems as if building in the village is gradually caging me in - first at the end of the garden, now on the other side of the house too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-68572204101090304?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/68572204101090304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=68572204101090304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/68572204101090304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/68572204101090304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2008/07/planning-permission.html' title='Planning Permission'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGvW6BrggdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PfLvIOxnleY/s72-c/salon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251907488484246035.post-2672785098381622834</id><published>2008-07-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:11:06.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post - film make up'/><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>It's been a tiring day at work, and very welcome to sit with a glass of wine in front of the computer. Only trouble is, if  I dare to move to go and fetch a refill, the cat will steal my chair. &lt;br/&gt;Finished at 7pm, after helping to make up our two prints of 'Hancock'. It makes you laugh how they go to all that effort to send the film under a fake title (printed not just on the transit case label, but on all the individual cans) and when the driver turns up, the first thing he says is, 'Sign here for your prints of Hancock, mate.'&lt;br/&gt;With films coming in this late, there is no time to run them through, so if it's the sort of problem that doesn't show up on the bench, you only discover it when it is already being shown to the paying public.&lt;br/&gt;We received our replacement reel 6 for the second copy of 'Prince Caspian' - it had some kind of discolouration on the film stock in several places that made the picture go greenish and the digital sound track drop out. Still waiting for the replacement reel 5's for both copies of 'Kung Fu Panda', as they have been well and truly scratched by the lab. I wonder how many other prints are affected.&lt;br/&gt;This is the  problem when prints get rushed through and sent out at the last minute. &lt;br/&gt;The adverts were a mess today as well. We don't normally get our ads back until Wednesday, but they had obviously been rushed out. Not only were the screens and titles all wrong, but adverts were missing from some reels, while others had ads in that shouldn't have been there. All this was bad enough, but the heat made it worse. Today was the first day of real summer weather, and the air conditioning is still not fixed after some idiot stole the copper pipes.&lt;br/&gt;Good job we don't have digital - if it gets too hot the server will crash.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251907488484246035-2672785098381622834?l=mawgrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2672785098381622834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251907488484246035&amp;postID=2672785098381622834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/2672785098381622834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251907488484246035/posts/default/2672785098381622834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mawgrim.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Mawgrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06183112844846199411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lWV8KIA9Lp4/SGqQRmuXbZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aC29__xvNN4/S220/philips+feed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
