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  • It's a...?

    Anyone remember the TV advert featuring Kevin Keegan, in a hospital delivery room, announcing that the 'baby' was "a ball"??
    I was wondering this morning, how we have fallen, because if Steve McClaren acted the role today he'd be speechless would he not?? :))

    I feel very sad and upset today, as many nasty things have been placed towards my blog lately, and I thank all the people who have commented since yesterday here supporting me...you have helped so much, thank you.
    The tags that were put on my blog have been reported, so the idiot who did it, I know who you are.

    Take care, and again, thank you to all those who have left comments of support to me these past few hours.

    Ed

  • Coming and/or going...???

    I'm still in two minds as to whether or not I should continue with this blog...I'm literally mulling it over everyday...

    Today will be a thrill, as I've had a lovely apple red reaction to my injection, and I daren't spend too long looking in my mirror, (I never do anyway!), in case I get stagefright. Work that one out!!! :))

    Anyway, lovely people everywhere, enjoy your day,

    Ed

  • Linkin Park: Breaking the Habit

    This song is wonderful, and has so much meaning for me after what I've been through this past year, the lyrics and emotions are very poignant indeed..please enjoy...

    Memories consume
    Like opening the wound
    I’m picking me apart again
    You all assume
    I’m safe here in my room
    (unless I try to start again)

    I don’t want to be the one
    The battles always choose
    ‘Cause inside I realize
    That I’m the one confused

    I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
    Or why I have to scream
    I don’t know why I instigate
    And say what I don’t mean
    I don’t know how I got this way
    I know it’s not alright
    So I’m
    Breaking the habit
    Tonight

    Clutching my cure
    I tightly lock the door
    I try to catch my breath again
    I hurt much more
    Than anytime before
    I had no options left again

    I’ll paint it on the walls
    ‘Cause I’m the one at fault
    I’ll never fight again
    And this is how it ends

    I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
    Or why I have to scream
    But now I have some clarity
    To show you what I mean
    I don’t know how I got this way
    I’ll never be alright
    So I’m
    Breaking the habit
    Breaking the habit
    Tonight

  • What would it be...???

    Good morning everyone!

    Here's it's sunny once again, just like the past 4 days...long may it continue.

    If there is one thing you could change about yourself, what would it be?
    A characteristic perhaps?

    For myself, it's got to be my right leg, because it seems never to be able to keep apace with my left leg! )-o

  • Sitting on top of the World?

    ...dear friends...

    one evening question...

    What single thing makes you feel really special and important...do you have a single thing that truly makes you feel on top of the world? ...what is that coveted 'thing' that does it for you...animal/mineral...whatever!!?? :)

  • Record cliff quaker...

    A gigantic likeness of the Quaker Oats man was placed on the White Cliffs of Dover in England, requiring an act of Parliament to have it removed.

    Can anyone remember this, or have any information about it?
    Sounds quite amazing!

  • A question of time...

    Just a few question for your day..I awoke and thought I would throw in a few questions for my bloggy...
    so, everybloggy have a go...

    1) Which do you chose...money that makes the bank happy, or something that makes the heart happy (without money)?

    2) Do you leave your favourite food to last, or gobble it up immediately?

    3) If someone was misbehaving in a restaurant, on another table, would you say so, or let it go?

    4) Similarly, if while driving someone drove dangerously or provocatively, would you take the bait, and compete with their road rage?

    5) Do you believe in human beauty (in the heart), or do you prefer nature's beauty (away from people)?

  • Linkin Park: Don't Stay (live)

    Let's go, it's Monday and I don't give a damn. :>

  • Monday is only a word

    Age is only a cipher,
    a number for the records.
    A man can't retire his experience.
    He must use it

    -- Bernard M. Baruch

  • no title

    no words,
    no comments
    no subject
    no thoughts
    no feeling
    nobody.

  • Linkin Park: Pushing Me Away (live)

    This is awesome...very fitting...

  • Wymondham Abbey

    It is a history rich in rivalry and rebellion, restoration and renaissance.

    The story of how Wymondham gained first a Benedictine priory, then for 100 years an abbey, before Henry VIII's dismantling reduced that to what still remains one of Norfolk's grandest parish churches, is a famous one.

    But it is only now to celebrate the abbey's 900th birthday that the full, rich history has been revealed with some of Britain's most respected historians, archaeologists and archivists coming together to produce a comprehensive narration.

    From the day William D'Aubigny, butler to Henry I, came to Wymondham in 1107 to pronounce it the base for a great monastery, to the time Henry VIII knocked it down 431 years later, new documents and new theories in the book bring the abbey's history to life.

    For the first time, a treasure trove of new documents has been uncovered that show how the church developed in the 19th century, culminating in the great restoration between 1902 and 1905 when the abbey was returned to its previous splendour.

    There are chapters exploring the furnishing of the church, the bells, the organs, the music and the monuments - giving the back-story to elements of the abbey the current congregation now take for granted.

    But the book is more than just a history of one building and the people most associated with it - it is a history of how the town itself developed alongside its famous church.

    Chief archivist and editor of the tome, Paul Cattermole, said research had thrown up many interesting unknowns about the town - including evidence that fabled underground tunnels allowing monks access to Wymondham's pubs actually exists.

    "There have been ever so many new findings and some of them are quite controversial," he said. "For example, Wymondham had two market places - that's something no one had come up with before.

    The gold altar screen on the east wall which was put up in 1922 as a war memorial.
    "I discovered that the early-day monks were the equivalent of today's Mowlem contractors. There's a document in 1125 that confirms that the monks had no responsibility for maintaining the ditches they dug around a deer park. As civil engineers they were also responsible for making the River Tiffey navigable."

    These findings were made despite the monastic documents from before the 1538 dissolution of the abbey being very sporadic. Only tax documents sent to London were unearthed.

    "But we've been able to locate lots of bits and pieces about how Wymondham developed," said Mr Cattermole.

    "Such as the water supply. It sounds boring but we've found documentary evidence of a lead pipe flowing below ground into a culvert that we think is the foundation for the legend of secret tunnels used by the monks for illicit excursions into the town."

    The 309-page, beautifully-illustrated book has been the result of two years' hard work.

    "It was an idea we had a couple of years ago at a meeting of the Friends of Wymondham Abbey," said Mr Cattermole. "It was originally meant to be 50,000 words but that went up to 80,000 because a lot of people came aboard, all of whom wanted to produce something really worthwhile.

    "Most of the contributors are experts in their fields. A lot are professional archaeologists, landscape historians, art historians. Several are fellows of the Society of Antiquities, four or five have PhDs. All have written for nothing, which shows the level of affection both for this project and the abbey itself."

    The book also features an introduction by Prince Charles, a patron of the Norfolk Churches Trust who regularly visits Wymondham Abbey on the quiet.

    In it he states: "Wymondham Abbey is one of only three great Romanesque churches of Norfolk and its twin towers, indicating something of the dispute between town and church in the past, are an icon of the country's landscape.

    "The book is full of new material which has recently come to light, providing a fresh insight into the abbey's construction and history.

    "William D'Aubigny founded this abbey exactly 900 years ago. It is, therefore, a most suitable moment to explore its history and celebrate its splendour."

    The dispute between town and church is one of the most interesting periods in the abbey's history - but new research for the book suggests the rivalry might have been exaggerated over the centuries.

    The monastery had been built on the site of a parish church and for centuries the religious and secular communities lived side by side.

    But in 1385 a wall was built down the middle of the church, splitting the two communities, and 15 years later a licence was secured from Pope Boniface IX that allowed the monks to appoint the parish priest directly, wrestling control away from the bishop.

    By 1409 the rivalry had descended into violence, including a disturbance on St Bartholomew's Day when monks were beaten with clubs and threatened with daggers.

    The rows came to a head over the ringing of bells, which culminated in parishioners building a north-west tower to rival the monks' south-west tower, the result of that rivalry dominating the landscape to this day.

    But despite that, Mr Cattermole believes the schism between church and town was just a brief interlude in a long and prosperous relationship.

    "One thing that comes up strongly from my research was that the belief that the town and monastery were always at war does not hold water," he said.

    "The two institutions were interdependent. For 25 years after they built the wall there was enormous tension but by the time it became an abbey in 1449 the two sides were a lot closer than they had been before."

    But by 1538 standards had once again slipped and, while there is no evidence to suggest the monks were particularly badly behaved, none of the historians charting the period in the book claim that the abbey at the time was a beacon of monastic piety and practice.

    While little changed directly after the dissolution, it was from Wymondham that tanner Robert Kett led his great rebellion in 1549, taking over Norwich with the radical evangelical aim of securing the right for communities to choose their own priests.

    Between 1550 and 1553 much of the abbey was pulled down, the bells and lead were sold off, the altars removed and the copes and vestments were disposed of. The abbey was relegated into a parish church, and continued to decline for centuries.

    In 1879 a damning report was made on the condition of the building and a fundraising drive made to meet the £25,000 repair fees - equivalent to more than £1m in today's terms.

    Lead on three roofs was recast and relaid, beams were restored, walls and windows repaired, the organ placed on a new gallery, floors relaid, bells rehung and augmented from five to eight - and there was new heating and lighting.

    At the end of it all the Bishop of Norwich John Sheepshanks described the abbey as "the noblest remains we have of the ancient churches built by the zeal and piety of our East Anglian forefathers".

    And since then it has improved further, with a gleaming gold altar screen dominating the east wall of the abbey, erected in 1922 as a war memorial and described as one of the most beautiful examples of 20th century church art in Britain.

    Now celebrating its 900th anniversary, the splendour of the parish church and remains of the abbey will play host to a series of community events marking the birthday, of which tonight's book launch forms the first.

    "Our aim has been to produce a book where the scholarship stands out but which will be readable by the average layman with an interest in the abbey," said Mr Cattermole.

    "We were going to launch the book earlier but with all the scholarship that has gone into it that date had to be pushed back to March 24. We've subsequently realised that in the 12th century March 24 was the last day of the year, also known as Lady's Day, and traditionally was the day that building work started.

    "There's no evidence to suggest this, but it would be nice to think that William D'Aubigny might have gone into the church this day 900 years ago and announced what he was going to do. Sadly, like so many things about this period, we'll never know for sure."

    from EDP

    For those of you not from good old Norfolk, Wymondham is pronounced, 'wind-um' ...pure and simple!!

  • Linkin Park: One Step Closer

    Awesome video, and I can't wait for their new album in May!

  • Thrones away

    BEIJING: China has flushed Britain's claims to have invented the water closet down the pan with the discovery of a 2000-year-old toilet complete with running water, a stone seat and a comfortable armrest.

    Archeologists found the antique latrine in the tomb of a king of the Western Han Dynasty (206 BC to 24 AD), who believed his soul would need to enjoy human life after death, the official Xinhua news agency said yesterday.

    The invention of the flush toilet is widely attributed to London plumber Thomas Crapper, who patented a U-bend siphoning system for flushing the pan in the late 19th century.

  • time life

    A wish?
    upon a star...
    is as good
    as a life lived thus far
    my dreams
    submerge my days
    and my days
    sway with praise
    this moment?
    praise in all I hope
    what do I see?
    a sunset upon a slope...

    written by self, after coming home, tired, weak, and deeply emotional about my gravely ill grandmother...

  • In hope is a star

    Awaking to the shudder of bad news
    in thoughts lost by a contemplative bruise
    the day readjusts like sliding on ice
    waiting for the end to bring the diagnosed price
    of such an event that remains 'unforeseen'
    where a mind forgets the beginning and everything in between

    I'm awake to the facts, oblivious to the words
    of a life I recall seen in thirds
    then today, I felt the love of my star
    from which I send our smiles to you afar
    you gave your all for which I owe my lifeblood of gratitude
    in our hands our love for you in heartfelt latitude.

    by ed for my grandmother
    10h25
    24/3/07

  • What actually was in Gordon Brown's budget box??

    I am very suspicious about Gordon Brown's budget box, not only does it look brand spanking new, but he, the devil himself, looked like he had just taken a few golden drops of Shrek's magical potion....his resemblance to the beautified Shrek was uncanny, though I still say Shrek I is still better looking than our future yellow-toothed PM!!!

    Who is with me on this one?

  • Linkin Park: In the End

    A classic, one of my real favourites...please wake up with this energizer...let's gooooo Friday~~~~~~

    (It starts with)
    One thing / I don’t know why
    It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
    Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
    To explain in due time
    All I know
    time is a valuable thing
    Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
    Watch it count down to the end of the day
    The clock ticks life away
    It’s so unreal
    Didn’t look out below
    Watch the time go right out the window
    Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know
    Wasted it all just to
    Watch you go
    I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
    What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
    And got so far
    But in the end
    It doesn't even matter
    I had to fall
    To lose it all
    But in the end
    It doesn't even matter
    One thing / I don’t know why
    It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
    Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
    To remind myself how
    I tried so hard
    In spite of the way you were mocking me
    Acting like I was part of your property
    Remembering all the times you fought with me
    I’m surprised it got so (far)
    Things aren’t the way they were before
    You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
    Not that you knew me back then
    But it all comes back to me
    In the end
    You kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
    What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
    And got so far
    But in the end
    It doesn’t even matter
    I had to fall
    To lose it all
    But in the end
    It doesn’t even matter
    I've put my trust in you
    Pushed as far as I can go
    For all this
    There’s only one thing you should know
    I've put my trust in you
    Pushed as far as I can go
    For all this
    There’s only one thing you should know
    I tried so hard
    And got so far
    But in the end
    It doesn’t even matter
    I had to fall
    To lose it all
    But in the end
    It doesn’t even matter

  • For my half-dozen readers...

    I don't know if anyone still reads my garbled nonsensical blog anymore, but for those that do, I thought I would add some life to it for a change, as my blog space has become a totally lifeless waste of space I think, for which I must take sole blame. I stand here in my blog kingdom rather like a Norfolk church miles from anywhere, facing the easterly winds wondering what it's future holds, and if anyone shall ever come back through the doors to actually hear a congregation, or simply to vandalise the place.

    So apologies over, I will just say what happened to me today, because I was surprisingly called in to see some specialist doctors regarding, not my spine, but my badly damaged stomach. If you remember, I was poisoned earlier in the year with a brew of decidly appaling tea, that contained bathroom acids and other toxins. I was also stabbed, repeatedly, en-route to a court hearing, and both these incidents have left my stomach almost useless...it can be patched up with medicines and exercises, and thats what has happened today. Because I have a total loss of apetite, and as a result my strength is fading and weakening, with my frame becoming thinner by the week. This is the worst scenario to recover from the spinal surgeries, and this is why the doctor's called me to the hospital, to listen to my aches and pains, and to administer some satisfactory way forward. It was a successful double appointment, and I feel some light can finally be seen on the very distant horizon...but horizons in Norfolk can be very distant with the lowlands, however, I want life to return to my injured veins, and warmth to return to my lifeblood, with a happier, optimistic and hopefully, more sensible me~~!!!

    Warmest care to all,
    Ed x

  • eBay the Norfolk way...

    On face value this sleepy Norfolk street is a world apart from the busy world of international trade.

    But behind closed doors a growing army of residents - from car restorers to car boot sale enthusiasts - are leaving their mark in the competitive world of online wheeling and dealing.

    Leading auction website eBay today names Luscombe Way in Rackheath as the busiest trading street in the country, racking up 2,000 transactions in the past year.

    There are only 48 homes on the road but an incredible 32 households - or two thirds - have caught the bug and are signed up to the site. The unlikely entrepreneurs saw off other neighbourhoods in the country including streets in London, Lancashire and Yorkshire.

    Whilst for some online trading is a hobby to clear clutter or feed their hobbies, for others it is a nine-to-five job as they run businesses through the site. A diverse mix of traders include:

    Car-lover James Sadler who spends his days working as an IT professional but in his free time restored clapped-out classics in his garage. He trawls the site in search of the parts he needs to fuel his motoring passion, often buying items from as far afield as Australia and America.

    Fashionista and mum Tracy Storey who loves the idea that her old clothes will find new homes and enjoys collecting feedback after selling a well-loved item she no longer wants.

    Colin Hall who is self employed and runs part of his business on the site selling Portakabins and storage containers. Since getting the eBay bug, he also buys all manner of items for himself, his most recent purchase being a bottle of aftershave.

    Biker Simon Stevens who turned to eBay after he out-grew his beloved biking leathers. Keen to refresh his look, he sold the old leathers to fund the purchase of new ones and has been hooked ever since.

    Around the corner is the leader of the street's eBay pack, Paula Lowe. She runs the local corner shop and gives eBay lessons to those that need help. She loves rummaging through car boot sales for collectable items to sell online.

    Mr Salder, whose latest sale 1976 Volkswagen Golf GTI and is now working on a 1950s Porsche, said: “My day job tends to be pretty desk-bound so I turned to car restoring to maintain my sanity.

    “Through eBay I can pick up rare parts all over the world which allows me to carry out projects that might not otherwise be possible.

    “I've been trading for about two years and probably sell about two or three cars a year. I don't make a huge amount of money but it is an outlet for my hobby.”

    Another Luscombe way trader is HK Yeo. He works as an engineer but sells spare computer parts online. Mr Yeo said he has raised several hundred pounds in spare cash over an 18 month period.

    “I only really know my direct neighbours and had no idea so many other people on the street were using the site,” he said. “It seems bizarre that so many people in one area all have the same hobby but I guess it means we have something in common.”

    Richard Kanareck, a spokesman for eBay, said: “Brits now buy and sell more on eBay than any other nationality, creating a new wave of cottage industries across the country.

    “Although the pavements may be quiet, the go-getter residents of Luscombe Way are now reaching thousands of shoppers every day from their living rooms, bedrooms and home offices.”

    from EDP

  • Scared of flights

    A passenger in first class woke up to a shock when he found himself sitting near a corpse on a British Airways flight, newspapers reported on Monday.

    Paul Trinder, 54, said cabin crew moved the body of the elderly woman from the economy section where she had died after take-off, the Mirror and Sun tabloids said.

    "The corpse was strapped into the seat but because of turbulence it kept slipping down on to the floor," Trinder, a businessman, was quoted as saying. "It was horrific. The body had to be wedged in place with lots of pillows."

    The woman's daughter was also upgraded and spent the rest of the nine-hour flight from Delhi to London grieving next to her dead mother, the Sun reported.

    The Guardian newspaper said the incident happened last week.

    British Airways has apologised for any distress suffered, according to the reports. The Mirror quoted BA as saying: "We apologise, but our crew were working in difficult circumstances and chose the option they thought would cause least disruption."
    LONDON (Reuters) -

  • What were you doing in 1992?

    Can anyone remember what they were doing in 1992?
    This song may give you a gentle reminding push in the right direction~~!!!

  • Let's fly~~~

    Good morning everyone,

    I'm exhausted from therapy all week long so later I'll sleep as I need it, but enjoy this animation, if you like symbols and design this is great.

  • Scandinavian lessons

    "Due to snow, England has been cancelled." It was the punch-line of a once-famous cartoon, but time and again it might have been a news headline.

    We might not have to deal with the several months of harsh winters every year that have forced Nordic countries to adapt to much more than the inches we experience for a few days. But is our collective memory so short that we have forgotten that those inches cripple this country at about this time every year?

    So we escaped in Norfolk and its borders this time, but for the amount of chaos it has caused across the region and the country in the past there should by now have been enough planning in place to ease the paralysis that gripped the Midlands and Wales yesterday and Norfolk not so very long ago.

    Instead, every time we get a proper fall it is like an alien race having to deal with heavy blizzards for the very first time. Planes, trains and automobiles come to a standstill at what is, after all, just snow.

    The same snow that opens up more travel options in places like Finland, where deeply frozen lakes are declared official motoring routes and planes land on snow-packed runways.

    In Canada, schools only close when the snowdrifts are higher than the tallest children. In Estonia only when it's 25C below freezing.

    The media doesn't help the British victim mentality when it comes to the weather.

    Constant television and radio bulletins on Wednesday as reporters, hearing that snow was forecast, fought to find that first falling flake, purportedly updating the public but actually stabbing fear into the hearts of commuters and joy into schoolchildren.

    Authorities are getting better at pre-emptive gritter strikes although still not enough money is being poured into contingency planning.

    But it is a sea-change in public and personal attitudes that is needed above anything. Why are we so arrogant to think that, after a night of heavy snow, we will be OK just popping into our cars the same as we would on a bright summer morning?

    Anyone who has been on a ski bus down winding slippery mountain roads knows how much difference simple tyre chains make.

    It is interesting to note that in autumn 2002, when snow in Sweden arrived one week before its residents were told to change to winter tyres, there was chaos.

    What's more, in every snowbound country a sleeping bag, snow boots, shovel, food and a flask are considered car staples. And knowledge of driving in such conditions is essential.

    All of which are sadly lacking here.

    And our Scandinavian cousins think nothing of abandoning vanity for the warmth of snowsuits and boots yet, despite blizzard forecasts, us Brits still go out in the same outdoor clothes we would in a mild October.

    As Billy Connolly said "there's no such thing as bad weather, only wrong clothes". You could say the same about cars and contingency plans.

    from the EDP

  • What???

    Are you breaking the law if you drive past those road signs that say "Do Not Pass"?

    What do penguins wear for play clothes?

    What do you call a bedroom with no bed in it?

    What happens if you go on a survival course - and you don't pass?

    What if someone died in the living room?

    What if the hokey pokey really is what it's all about?

    Do Scottish Terriers get Scotch Tape worms?

    What if hell really did freeze over? What would we be using instead?

  • Fens most at risk

    The Fens are more at risk from climate change than any other part of England, a conference heard yesterday.

    Scientists, academics, farmers and clergy gathered at Ely Maltings to hear the Environment Agency's predictions for how global warming was likely to affect the low-lying area bordered by King's Lynn, Boston, Peterborough and Cambridge.

    Julian Wright, the agency's principal officer for climate change, said: "Climate change is real, climate change is happening and climate change is serious. It is a problem but it's a problem we can do something about."

    Dr Wright said the agency expected mean temperatures in the Fens to rise by up to a degree by the 2020s, and summer rainfall to decrease by 20pc and winter rain to increase by 10pc.

    Sea levels around our coasts are expected to rise by up to 15cm, while storm surges, like the one which caused the 1953 floods, will become more frequent.

    Dr Wright said it was essential for mankind to reduce its carbon footprint to avoid the Doomsday scenario of sea-level rises of about a metre and a 60pc reduction in summer rainfall by the end of the century, which could see many areas of the Fens subjected to drought and tidal flooding.

    Elizabeth Raneleigh, from the government's Farming and Wildife Advisory Group, said almost half of Britain's most productive farmland was in the Fens.

    She said threats to farming from global warming included water shortages, storms and flood damage, drought, new pests and diseases and seasonal change.

    "There are opportunities farmers see, as well," she said. "With a longer growing season and opportunities to plant crops earlier, they can get better yields and there are new crops they will be able to grow like sunflowers, maize and even grapes."

    The Fens, with their predominantly peaty soil, are the only area of land in the UK which emits carbon dioxide, one of the greenhouse gases responsible for global warming.

    "Ploughing produces CO2, so if farmers use reduced-tillage systems, this can help to mitigate global warming," said Mrs Raneleigh.

    "Farmers have been quite excited about growing biofuels but even if all our land went over to producing biodiesel, it would barely touch the energy we use. But there is the possibility of farmers producing the energy they use themselves."

    Mrs Raneleigh added the farm of the future could be the focal point of rural communities' efforts to reduce carbon emissions.

    "Every farm could have things like turbines, solar panels and wood burners not just for themselves but for the whole community."

    David Thomas, chief engineer for the Middle Level Commissioners , said he was responsible for draining 70,000 hectares of land, where there were 223,000 properties, parts of which were up to 3m below mean sea level, though an exceptional tide could leave parts of the Fens 6m below sea level.

    Mr Thomas said the whole area, drained by a series of interconnecting land drains, lodes and main drains, was drained by the pumping station on the Middle Level Drain at St Germans, which is nearing the end of its working life.

    "That whole area is solely protected by that pumping station," he said. "In 1998, the system was severely tested and running at full capacity round the clock for three days."

    Mr Thomas said the 1998 storm had convinced the commissioners a new station was needed and work was now under way on a new £38m station which would be the second biggest in Europe.

    When it comes on stream in two years' time, it will be able to pump 100 tonnes of water a second against the tide.

    Andrew Brown, climate change manager with Anglian Water, said its predictions agreed with those of the EA. He said 500,000 new homes were due to be built in what was already one of the driest regions in Britain by 2021.

    "We're already using climate change scenarios in our water resource forecasting and in the period 2005 to 2030 the latest forecast unfortunately shows a marginal deficit," he said.

    "In that 25-year period we're going to see a marginal deficit unless we invest and make a few changes."

    He added new reservoirs, to store extra rain which fell during the winter, would be needed.

    At the end of the meeting, organised by the EA and Diocese of Ely, delegates completed questionnaires on where they believed future priorities lay in adapting to our changing climate.

    From EDP

  • Exterminate!

    Exterminate: Snap!

  • What is therapy for therapy???

    Oh my, the therapy lined-up for me is damned hard! However, this gives me a goal to aim for, physically, each week. I'm having weights upon my right leg, (as yet it is far too dangerous to have weights upon my left), and these must be pushed skyward to the accompanying sound of a wailing me!!

    I feel like a bit of cardboard tonight, sitting here with a desktop full of tablets, a cup of Tetleys and pains for every hour of this day...but this is progress, much better than the thoughts of the past year, being poisoned, being stabbed, being mis-diagnosed, and perhaps worst of all, being ignored....

    ...this feels like brusing for the body, not pain on my soul as before...this is harmonious energy, and long may this continue...

    Enjoy your evening beautiful people everywhere~~

    Ed x

  • Good morning~~

    Morning dear friends,

    I'm still not 100%, mainly due to heavy medication, which leaves me dazed a lot of the time, however, I feel happier in myself, and I also feel, importantly, that progress IS being made with some excellent medics who seem to know exactly what to do when my body doesn't. After the chaos has come the calm...my body feels like it's passed through evolution at lightning speed, arriving at today no further advanced!!!! :??:

    Yet, somehow, if I think about it, (which I try not to), I realise that I am healing slowly, day by day, and progress is taking place right now.

    I am sorry for not replying where and when I should, but I will. I still suffer blurred vision from my medication, and find using a PC a bit painful on my eyes at the moment...but this too, like so many things, just needs time.

    Have a refreshingly lovely Spring day dear friends, thanks to all of you for your lovely comments, I adore them all...and will reply soon.

    Ed x

  • Home alone IV

    I am home again, after my x-rays...just blurred vision and sickly feeling, but home once more, and its a very beautiful day here, sunny and not a cloud in the sky. It's already 13 degrees.

    Have a fine day dear friends``
    Ed x

  • Hope for the weekend

    Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul.
    And sings the tune
    Without the words,
    and never stops at all.
    Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

  • Norfolk - the key to England's success...

    North Norfolk appears to be a breeding-ground for England stars, and it is becoming quite uncanny...for starters, we had the more obvious Sheringham (Teddy Sheringham), and the most famous, just a mile south of Teddy's town, East and West Beckham, (David Beckham, who else!), and now moving gently along the flattening north-east Norfolk coast we arrive at Walcott, yes a seaside location called Walcott to be made famous by one of Arsene Wenger's babes!!! What could be next? A Wally Yarmouth midfield maestro perhaps, or a Harry Hemsby down the right flank??

    As for me, I'm off for x-rays to check my spine, and under deep medication too, as this post maybe reveals????
    88|

    Have a beautiful afternoon dear friends,
    Ed x

  • Still don't know what day it is..nobody told me!!!

    A good night's sleep and now I'm off to see the Dr again, but only for routine checks; funnny isn't it, now they look after me so well....only after the near fatal disasters and mistakes of the past year.
    I suppose I'm lucky, and should take comfort from such a fact, I don't know, as I can't see too far ahead, and don't want to look back, but simply take each day as it comes, as it is, for that is much safer, and a recipe for a happier living, and a more realistic and tangible recovery. :)

    Dear people everywhere have a beautiful day!!!
    Ed xx

    Whether I retire to bed early or
    late, I rise with the sun.
    - Thomas Jefferson

  • Ear or cheek tingles? someones talking about you

    Does this ever happen to you? It does to me, but I fear it is medicine related :))
    However, there are many superstitious beliefs attached to this sensation;

    Pliny spoke of it as a universal notion of warning, from others far away, while W. Perkins in his 'works' spoke of tingling in the right ear being unlucky, while in the left ear "contrarily good lucke".
    In "Dissertation upon Superstition" by Werenfels, it's said that tingling in right ear will bring cheerfulness, whereas in the left ear, it'll bear sadness.
    In "Folklore Record" by Cornwall, there is credit to the right cheek burning of someone praising you, whilst on the left side, it is quite the contrary, as someone will be speaking ill of you. It adds, "a knot in the apron string will cause the slanderer to bite his or her tongue".
    However, on a happier note, if the cheeks burn on the left or right at night, it is good...so we can all sleep well tonight. :))

    Ed

  • Travis: Driftwood

  • You'll never walk alone

    I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for Liverpool tonight, and feel confident that we've got 'the best a man can get' at Anfield :))

    My Liverpool top team;

    1. Ray Clemence
    2. Alan Kennedy
    3. Alan Hansen
    4. Jamie Carragher
    5. Emlyn Hughes
    6. Ian Callaghan
    7. Kevin Keegan
    8. Graeme Souness
    9. Kenny Dalglish
    10. Steven Gerrard
    11. Steve Heighway
    12. Michael Owen
    13. Ian Rush
    14. John Barnes
    15. Peter Beardsley

  • Last and first moments

    Ever-watchful, sedation has both a needle and a spine
    oblivious to both, they play upon my subconsciousness
    unaware of both, I travel within such lusciousness
    ever-mindful; a rendition of hopes steep incline

    Presently, this rocky barren scene challenges me
    ever-cautious, the waking hour fails it's sunrise
    effervescent, the Suns element of surprise
    possibly, the sunset will greet this summits glee

    This prolusion wears a brave face
    ontologically speaking, lost for words
    lucidly dreaming thoughts gathered by herds
    this allusion fades without (a) trace.

    ©2007wensum24

  • What day is it?

    I'm home again, after more sedation, more injections...I cant remember what happened to me last night. But I do know that my spinal nerves are very relaxed right now, which is vital for more recovery.
    It's not been long since the spinal fusion, root nerve blocks and surgeries...so it needs time.
    I really appreciate everyones visit to my blog, and want to reply more, but have still a long way to go to recover.
    Thanks to my loveKK and to you all!!!!
    Hugs,
    Ed

  • My hospital experiences II

    Ready or not, here they come

    My instruction now becomes the only choice
    tagged and enflamed one signature roots my nerves
    upon this ward, like a ghost without a voice
    entrapped by a need that imprisons what it serves

    The risks? are but this pen kissing the paper
    and yet...my heart denies this recycled hollow thought
    that calm sky behind closed eyes retracts like a draper-
    operating routinely for this dream(e)scape report

    Destined for pain upon pain eroding more fertile fields
    my tree still standing with boughs that bark at me
    of the scars and storms; under the plough it yields
    with tilth unsettled awaiting Spring beside a once-mighty tree.

    by Ed

    Before a major spinal surgery.

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