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But you always need some in for when people come around (for coffee and getting fed up with me as l never have any). Until one day whilst browsing the shelves of my local supermarket (sad isnt it having nothing better to do) I found these brilliant sachets from Kenco. They are 'Bursting with real Coffee taste' (l wonder why they think that necessary to say as what else would they taste of?). You buy a box of 20 sachets (at my local Supermarket, they are about 80p). They are perfect for one cup of coffee (if you like coffee that is). They are made by those lovely people at Kenco and are perfect for guests. I always used to buy a small jar of coffee and it would inevitably end up a sticky brown mess in the bottom of the jar because it was so rarely used. Wasted (no not me, the coffee). This was before now l just open a sachet for my guest and they never know. A fresh cup every time. It is probably a very expensive way to buy the coffee as you probably get pretty poor value for money but for me its a perfect solution to a problem l have had for years. You can buy a mixed box of different Kenco coffees, they are a little more expensive at about 99p and l did try these but my friends prefered the taste of the Rappor so when Kenco introduced a box of just this l buy that all the time. You have a use by date of about 1 year in advance so if like me you dont use a lot of coffee its perfect. Obviously if you are a coffee drinker you can buy this product in jars but the sachets work for me. There is a website you can look up for lots of info on Kenco it is www.kencocoffee.co.uk. Better go now need to make a cup of tea.........
They want to get you hooked on their products and their television show. Its not as hard as it may sound as it is quite compelling television (if you, like me, have no life). It is an auction satelite television channel on Sky page 647. They auction off lots of items from 8am till about 1am, anything from a gold necklace (they do have a lot of jewellery) to Piggin things (no l am not being rude it’s a collectable figurine), also bicycles and allsorts of too numerous to mention items. To bid you telephone the number onscreen, each individual item has its own telephone number you do not speak to an operator, you just tap in your bid amount, press the hatch (#) key and when prompted the 1 to confirm. If you are a lucky bidder they will phone you back if not you must decide, or not, to bid-up. I have actually won an auction from them 3 times, (that doesn’t count the unsuccessful bid where l have set myself a limit and stuck to it) the first time was for a food processor which l got for £25 inc p&p (This is worth mentioning because p&p can often be as much as £12 and you must always take that into account when bidding as that can bump up the price considerably), that was worth (they said) about £80. Then a set of saucepans which arrived and were to put in mildly junk so l sent them back. But of course still had the p&p to pay. Then most recently a motorists care kit which included a set of jump leads, 4 torches (which were pretty poor quality) a boot tidy and a magnetic seat pad for my ailing back (Which is why l opted for it). That lot was £22 inc p&p so that was not bad at all. I was very pleased. They have many presenters, some worse than others (There is one that looks exactly like a Thunderbirds Puppet, look out for him). Some of them drive you demented with their ramblings while others are quite pleasant. The hardest thing whilst actually participating in an auction is resisting the urge
to bid-up. I suppose that’s the name of the game, they want you to bid as high as possible. You can easily get quite carried away. You must also remember that you are paying 60p a minute for the call so if you hang on the telephone line to bid-up those 60p’s can soon mount up, adding to your total cost. There is also a website you can bid from which is www.bid-up.tv and l find that much the best way as you have no telephone charges. On that site there are also other auctions available like the Web Warehouse. They have a page where you can check out if you have been a successful bidder or not. Worth mentioning too (as l found to my cost) if you are successful in your bid they will telephone you back within the hour (they say) but if you are not in, they will phone a few times, your details of deleted from their computer and you lose the lot. So if you bid make sure you do not have to go and collect the children from school or something similar in the following hour or so as l did and lost a lot which was a great bargain. My advice would be to set yourself a limit, stick to it and have fun with the whole thing. Happy bidding............
I won't lose any sleep about it if you decide not to take my advice, not any more anyway............... Well l suffered for many years with insomnia, that would be why l am writing this at 1.20 am. I do not have it regularly anymore but tonight is one of those nights. I have layed in bed since 10 o'clock 'ish, wriggled about, pulled the covers off my husband as he was snoring just to let me know he was asleep and l wasn't, got up and made a milky drink, read, got up and taken a headache tablet (that'd be the snoring) and finally come downstairs to do some reading on dooyoo. My problems first started when l was pregnant (12 years ago). For the first trimester l could not sleep at all. I found that after the first 3/4 months my sleeping pattern returned to normal. The same thing happened with my subsequent pregnancy. After that l started to have 'night terrors', where l would wake up in the night, suddenly, screaming that there was someone or something in the room. No, l am not going potty. After about 10 minutes of calming reassurance from my husband l would be able to go back to sleep. But they did worry me and aparantly are not an uncommon occurance. So l went to the G.P. Since then l have been perscribed different sleeping pills from the doctor, one he gave me was Zimovane and it was so strong that instead of the two per night he suggested l wittled to down to 1/2 a tablet and that knocked me out completely. They left an awful metalic taste in my mouth the next day and I don't like being on pills so would wean myself off after a few weeks. I decided l would try a herbal remedy and found Nytol very good. But still, l was taking a pill every night just to get some sleep. There had to be another answer. One bright day l had a brainwave, l wonder what would happen if l cut out caffiene. No coca cola and I only drink about 2 cups of tea a day but hey, nothing vent
ured and all that. So l bought some decaffienated tea. I have not, until tonight, had any trouble sleeping. My head hits the pillow and l sleep all night long. Its brilliant. I know why l can't sleep as l was out today and had two cups of 'normal' caffienated tea. Thats proof enough for me, as l sit here at 1.37am. It may work for you who, like me, have inconsiderate partners that sleep soundly alongside you when you are having an insomniatic bout. I found Typhoo decaffienated tea (l have tried every brand on the market) the best and gave it to relations and thay couldn't taste any difference to 'normal' tea. Give it a try, what have you got to lose.
White wine is the main ingredient for this recipe (l don’t like red.....sorry). A few deep breaths and a promise to yourself that you are not going to PANIC!!!!!!!!! Ingredients required are very flexible but mainly needed are :- Any type of Pasta (dried or fresh) in any quantity you have around Cooked Chicken or Tuna or bacon any brand of tinned chicken soup Vegetables (any at all, can be fresh, frozen or tinned) Any herbs you have available Cheese (any type, mozzarella is great but whatevers in the storecupboard) Several bottles of any white wine you particularly like. Method: Sit your unexpected guests down with an nice glass of wine (apologise that the wine isn’t chilled, your fridge is on the blink ;-) )and give them the television controls, ‘Won’t be a moment’ and rush to the kitchen, do not break out in a sweat otherwise it may be obvious that you A) Didn’t expect them or B) Forgot they were coming. Either way you must:- Open fridge, grab any ingredients you may have from the above list and walk very elegantly around the kitchen as if everything is completely under control. Return to grab an extra bottle of wine and a glass and take into the kitchen. Open wine and pour a large glass and take a few calming gulps. It is necessary to keep repeating the last part of the previous sentence at regular intervals during the cooking. If you follow this particular instruction l can ‘almost’ guarantee it will not matter if the cooking does not result in a culinary masterpiece, your guests will just think you have a drink problem so will not expect much. Switch on oven to 190°c, boil a kettle full of water and fill a large saucepan with the boiling water, a little salt and add the pasta. It is a good idea to add a teaspoon of olive oil (or any other cooking oil if you don’t have olive) to stop the pasta sticking. Cook for as lon
g as the packaging dictates (depending obviously whether pasta is fresh or dried, there’s nothing worse than overcooked pasta that glues itself together). If you are using fresh or frozen vegetables cook these alongside the pasta in another pan of boiling water with a little salt. Cook until al-dente (just firm). Pop back into the lounge (by this time l equate you will have had about 2 glasses of wine) Make sure the guests are all comfortable and offer them more wine. Try to maintain an casual demeanor (the wine should help with that). But not so casual that you forget you are cooking and sit down to watch the TV. On no account accept any help with the preparation, this will definately blow your cover, if they insist on helping get them to lay the table and do the dishes afterwards. Take large casserole dish (2 litre at least). Pour in Drained pasta, vegetables and cut up cooked chicken (or add the tinned tuna) season with salt and pepper. Pour over tinned chicken soup, a glass of wine mixed in at this point will make it appear that you have made a truly exotic feast, don’t mention that it was only added because you tripped on your way across the kitchen and it slopped from your glass. Add the herbs and mix together thoroughly. Grate cheese and sprinkle over the surface. Sometimes if l want a really crunchy topping l crush a pack of plain crisps and add them to the cheese before crumbling it over the surface. Put into the oven for about 20-30 minutes, until golden brown. Serve with a small salad (if you have any) otherwise with crusty bread and butter, or both. If you want something for dessert slice up several apples, melons or pears (whatever you have got), place them in a smart dish, pour over any spirits (alchohol, not the local ghost) you have and leave to brew. A generous dollop of cream on top and another masterpiece is created. Most people have all these ingred
ients in their storecupboard and it really does take only about an hour at the very outside. It appears to the guests that you have taken hours slaving away choosing ingredients from the supermarket and cooking to perfection. But then again if they have drunk as much as you they wont really mind what you feed them. This meal really is made from what is in almost everyones storecupboard. It could even be vegetarian if you want it to be by using Tuna, Mushroom soup and vegetarian cheese. You can add whatever you happen to have in. It’s as simple as that. I use this regularly as an easy, quite quick standby meal, for those awkward people who make arrangements to come to your house for a meal and don’t have the courtesy to phone you a day or so in advance to remind you that you invited them, even worse the uninvited ones. It is not absolutely necessary to add the wine in any of this process but it does help to keep your stress levels down. Try it, enjoy it, l do, l think, its hard to remember (hic)……..;-)
Christmas tears and tantrums, (and that was just me), never mind the children. Dabs.com made my Christmas very disappointing. Lets start at the beginning. My 11 year old daughter Rebecca(upon being pressed as to what she wanted Santa to bring her, l had to ask you see as the elves were too busy) said she would like an Instant Polaroid A-Zone camera with sticky film. This is a smaller version of the original Polaroid instant where you end up with little (about an 1” or so square) photographs that you can peel off a paper at the back and they become sticky. Then you can stick them to your mothers best wallpaper and your brothers bed and maybe even the poor dog. Ok thought l, so scoured the internet and shops for said article. Not much luck on the internet but found loads in the shops like Argos, etc. Then l came across a Freeserve auction for not only the instant film camera but a digital camera too (called a combo) able to take up to 15 digital photos to download onto the computer, for the same price as the Instant alone. I put in my bid and hoped for the best. Success a week before Christmas l had successfully bid and won the combo camera. Thrilled when l got an email from Dabs.com confirming despatch of the Barbie digital camera. What? I hear you cry, ‘Barbie camera’. You may well ask. I telephoned them and after a half an hour of waiting to get though l had what l can only describe as a ‘heated debate’ with the operator, who insisted that l had ordered a Barbie digital camera and no amount of (very frustrating) pleading would convince him otherwise. Rude was definately a word that sprang to mind with his attitude. Now, if you know my daughter, (which of course most of you don’t) you would know that even saying the word ‘Barbie’ in her presence is tantamount to swearing in the worst possible way (Bit of a tomboy you see). So l think lf l got her a Barbie Camera for Christmas
she would get a gift for me in return. Men in white coats to take me away for ‘a rest’. Anyway, l digress, l then had a telephone call from the ‘auction organisers’ of Dabs.com, a very helpful guy called Craig. He was most apologetic that he had actually typed in the wrong code number for the camera and it was his mistake. He assured me that the correct camera would be posted out immediately and l would have it by Monday 24th December at the latest. “Hurrah”, said l as she would have the correct camera in time for Christmas. Well, yes, you guessed it, it didn’t arrive. Luckily my daughter is not only a tomboy but also very understanding and as she had other presents was prepared to wait for the post. After Thursday (the next posting day) came and went and she attacked the postman on Friday I telephoned Dabs (again). Craig said that there had been, and l quote ‘A unidentified mishap’ by Parcelforce. The parcel had been sent but due to this ‘problem’ it was being sent back to Dabs. By this time l was absolutely fuming. This was beyond a joke. Craig assured me that as soon as the workforce came back (after new year, arrghhhh)!!!!! Another camera would be sent out. By this time Rebecca (my daughter) had rather lost heart. Bless. So again we waited, l think the only one pleased was the postman as he was saved any more attacks from the killer camera shy 11 year old. Lol. We waited until new year came and went. All the events that Rebecca could have been capturing on sticky film, lost forever. Sob Well l received an email from the Dear Craig at Dabs.com saying that as soon as they received the original camera into the warehouse they would send another (no not the Barbie cam the original Instant camera, try to keep up). That was the final straw, l snapped (pardon the pun). Heaven only knows how long that would take and l had had enough. I re
plied saying that if that was the best they could do then to forget it as l had lost a fair amount of money with them just in phone calls alone. Craig then phoned me (oh so they did have outgoing calls then). To say he had spoken to his manager and they had agreed due to my many ‘adventures’ with them, they would send a replacement camera that day FOC. What did that mean? Free of Charge of course and the prices of the other two would be refunded into my credit card account. WOW. Wow and wow. Was all l could say. Next day, first thing in the morning the postman dared to knock on the door and with a big grin and a happy new year handed me a parcel from Dabs.com. Despite the fact that the parcel was big enough to hold a chest of drawers, it was the replacement camera as promised (the rest being packaging), phew!!!!!I thought Craig had packaged himself up (now theres a thought). I had one very happy daughter, (at last). Also the camera worked well, not unfortunately on the digital side as yet, but that is a problem with my computers Serial port. Anybody know how to fix that? I have not had my most recent Credit card statement so cannot say for sure that the credits have been done, but l am confident that they have. (Time will tell). So my advice to you all would be to by all means use Dabs.com as the prices are very good. This camera retails for approx. £65-£70 and l paid nothing (well originally £22.50 incl p&p). The feedback for the company is not too bad with about 10% negative. But if you are wanting to have a gift for a particular occasion do order early. Maybe now would be good for next Christmas. Thanks for reading and Happy new Year to you all……………
Ever wondered what the side-effects are of particular medicines or when you should phone your doctor if a perscribed or over the counter medicine has an ill effect on you? Well then you need this book. Its called ‘The British Medical Association New Guide to Medicines and Drugs’. It is printed by Dorling Kindersley (see www.dk.com)and I would seriously not be without it. It is totally invaluable. A complete home reference to over 2,500 medications ranging from Paracetamol for a headache to Cytotoxic drugs to cure certain types of cancer and everything in between. I’ll start at the beginning when l was looking through an offer booklet for softcover books and trying to decide which ones to choose. I saw this book at £1 (believe it or not) and thought that it may be useful. (see www.eTSP.co.uk) I used to have a copy years ago but it was outdated now so for a measly £1 l would replace it. I have used, obviously, information from the book in various parts of this op. The book tells you:- 1. Understanding and Using Drugs: Which includes, what are drugs, how are they classified, how do they work, methods of administration, drug treatment in special risk groups, drug tolerance and dependance and managing your drug treatment. 2. Drug Finder Index: With a Colour Identification guide, which gives you 14 pages of pictures of drugs and their names and the Drug Finder, giving an a-z of drugs and where they are found in the main pages of the book starting at abacavir (an antiviral drug for HIV/Aids) to Zymomet (a brand name for metronidazole, an antibacterial). This makes cruising the book much easier as you can simply and with great ease find what you are looking for. 3. Major Drug Groups: Self explanatory pages on the major drugs groups like Drugs used in Diabetes or Oral contraceptives. All go into great detail as to why the drug is used and how they work. 4. A-Z of Drugs. This is the
main sector of the book with individual pages covering a-z of Medical drugs, a-z of vitamins and minerals, Drugs of Abuse, Alternative medicine, Drugs in Sport and Medicines and travel. Now you must agree that’s pretty comprehensive. Each page contains information about a particular drug, for example Terfenadine is a drug used for Hay fever and is a long acting anti-histamine. The book tells you its brand names, what it is used for, how it is taken, (orally or injected, etc) That you should not take this medication with grapefruit juice because it blocks the breakdown of the drug. Possible adverse effects from indigestion to fainting and palpatations and when you should call your doctor if you experience any of these effects. There is an area for ‘Special precautions’ ie. In pregnancy or whether infants can take this medicine. This is the major part of the book and takes up 250 out of the 496 pages, covering everything you can think of. 5. Glossary and Index, which is self explanatory. At the end of the book is a Drug Poisoning Emergency Guide telling you what to do in emergencies like a fit or anaphylactic shock. Very useful if someone visits and you think they may be a bit dodgy and at risk of causing an emergency keep the book close by, you never know ;-). The section on Vitamins is very useful as you never really know what the contraindications are, you just assume them to be safe but this book tells you everything you need to know. Also fascinating is the homeopathic section, for a minor ailment if you don’t want to take a traditional drug you can look up the homeopathic option (obviously not for a serious condition). For example, for hayfever you could take, Alium, Aresen. Alb, Euphrasia or Nat. Mur. I don’t know what these are but isn’t Alium from the onion family, so if you have hayfever eat loads of onions. You’ll have no friends cos you’ll stink of onions but then you w
ouldn’t anyway as you’d be sneezing all over them (the last two sentences are not to be taken seriously just in case some of you are rushing to the greengrocers for 10lb of (A,A,A,Aichoo) onions. They also have a page of useful names, addresses, phone and fax numbers and web site addresses for lots of medical societies to provide general information on medicines. Like NHS direct or The Addiction Recovery Foundation (now that’s one l may need for this addiction l have, Dooyoo know what l mean? Its reassuring to know its there for serious dooyoo’ers, you can get help!) I don’t take any medications now without checking them out in my little book. Its like having a pharmacist in your house (l prefer the book, my pharmacist is not very good looking). The really great thing it gives you is peace of mind as you know that if you get a reaction to a medication you can get information on how serious it may or may not be and what to do about it. Its great. Sorry if this op has been a bit over-informative compared to my normal ones but there’s only so much you can say about a book on medicines and drugs and anyone reading this hoping it is a book giving information as to where you can aquire medicines and drugs, TOUGH!!!!
A whole weird set of circumstances led me to finding this religion. Though l don't really know if this fits into this catagory Let me start at the beginning, l had lost my father 2/3 years previously and had stuggled a great deal to come to terms with my loss. One day, l thought to myself, l will go and see one of those mediums that you hear so much about. But knowing my dads thoughts on the subject (he wasn't keen, shall we say) l didn't. Nothing to do with being just a bit scared. Well anyway, l was at a car boot sale (one l had never been to before) one Saturday morning, l stopped to look at this womans stall, very nicely laid out with all her goodies, when she suddenly reached across the table, took my hand and said "Stop worrying so, my love, your dad loves you and he knows how much you miss him, but you must get on with your life'. I know it sounds very cliched, but l just stood rooted to the spot and burst into tears. She took me into her car and gave me a drink, saying that there was nothing to worry about or be afraid of, my dad was with me all the time and he wanted to be able to tell me. I was stunned. She gave me an address in Bournemouth (about 15 miles from where l live), telephone number and told me to contact them, when l was ready, and they would help me. I didn't know what to say but took the address and hurried away, in fact l only glanced at the other stalls as l could not stop thinking about what this woman had said to me. I kept thinking of her and carried this address around with me for about 2 months. I didn't know what to do, l was quite nervous. After a lot of persuasion from my family l rang the number and they told me they have an open meeting on a Tuesday night. I decided l would go the following tuesday, but something came up and l didn't go. It was the next Tuesday afternoon and a friend of mine came round and said she was going to take me,
whether l liked it or not, as l was becoming a pain about it. Always talking about it but never going. Well l walked in feeling very uncomfortable and was directed to sit in this very normal sitting room with chairs allround the outskirts of the room. There were about 15 people in the room. They all looked fairly 'normal', no demons or weirdos to be seen. After about 10 minutes the medium came in. I can still see her now, she was about 55ish, short, dumpy and had very dark hair that contrasted strongly with her white cardigan. She introduced herself as Rosemary and started to talk to someone at the other end of the room telling the person about her son. The woman thanked her and she turned and came straight to me, l was terrified. It sounds so silly but l really didn't know what to expect. She told me she had my dad there with her and described him, absolutly perfectly. In the tiniest detail, even to the fact that he didn't agree with 'this sort of thing'. Well l was in tears again, but it was tears of joy as l was so thrilled to know my dad was there. Rosemary was quite concerned that l was upset and asked me if l would like her to stop and l said no, she sat beside me and held my hand as she told me what l had been doing recently. About the house in the country that we had and my dad had not been to and that sometimes l would sense him around me and not to be frightened, as l always was. About my son that l had named after my dad and that he was pleased l had turned his name around. My dads name was Mervyn James and l named my son James Mervyn, because l knew my dad didn't really like Mervyn. As l write this to you l feel as if someone is giving me a hug, you know pressure around my arms, its very weird. But l feel this a lot and a medium, in another session, has told me that it my dad gives me a hug by wrapping his arms around me, my arms down by my sides.
Well it got to be a regular Tuesday night thing, sometimes l would take my mum, sometimes my friend and occasionally my sister. Often it was different mediums, and l got to know the people in the group quite well. Some mediums came to you with messages, some didn't. It would always be very dissappointing when you didn't get a message. But l had so many really strong messages from people who had passed that it was irrefutable. Sometimes l could not take the message or the name of the person giving it, but going home and asking my husband it would turn out to be a member of his family and a message for him. From people l didn't even know existed. It never ceased to amaze me. There were a lot of different mediums that gave me different messages from other family members who had passed away but one medium was certainly stronger and more precise in the messages. His name was Tom and he really was fantastic. He told me of my dad, my stepdad, grandma, grandfather and an old flame who died when he was 21. I hadn't thought of this person in years. But he told me to go to see his mum and tell her about the group as she was still suffering so much after 15 years. I did this and she seemed to be eased by the little bit of proof that l could give her from him. Things l didn't know about her life now, that he was still with her. It was a very hard thing to do but l think it helped her, I hope so. Well anyway, Tom has told me (as l still have sittings with him now, some 7 years after the first events, about once a year) that Dad stands at the bottom of my stairs, where they bend and that l will see him soon, but not when l am looking for it. Its really difficult to not look for it as l would really love to see him again. He said it will be when l am lugging all the carrier bags of shopping in, l will smell his Old Spice and then l will see him. Oh l hope so. Anyone who has read of my losing a baby kn
ows of that event. Obviously Tom didn't, but at the next sitting he told me about my losing a baby and that l was going to call her Angel. He was so right but he said dad had her with him and that really helped. He told me l was going to go to America and Disneyland (l was flying out the very next week) and that l was scared of the flight. I certainly was, my doctor had given me tranquilisers l was so panicked about it. But Tom assured me dad was coming too and that we would go and return quite safely. The last time l went to see Tom was about 3 months ago and my husband had lost a very precious auntie only last December and l really didn't give her a thought. But she came through to me and told me to tell her sister, Lilly, that she loved her, thats my mother-in-law and that she was with Bobby. Thats her husband that died about 2 years ago. I was so thrilled and when l phoned her to tell her she was very happy. I know there will be a lot of you out there that will argue with this but how can it be explained. Some say its mindreading but the mediums come out with messages about and from people l have never even known, (my husbands family). So l fail to see how l cold be thinking of them. It has given me some peace of mind and l am not so afraid anymore. There are people who say its the work of the 'devil'. I don't think so as if the 'devil' has all that power surely the 'angels' have too. All these people do is give peace of mind and love to the people they speak to and they don't try to drag you off into some weird cult or other, you go when and if you want to. The original meeting l used to go to folded as the two ladies who ran it sadly died. So now l just go for my once in a while sittings with Tom though l will get more involved again, of that l have no doubt. It has to be said there are 'shonky' mediums out there who are in it for the money and give you no re
al messages, just obscure ones that could apply to anyone. But on the whole most of the people l have seen have been geniune and do it to help others. Its perfectly ok if you think l am a freak, or crazy, you are entitled to your opinion, but l have found some peace of mind and l am not about to let it go, so there!
Well you could have knocked me down with a feather, l am so thrilled, l just had an e.mail to say that l have been lucky enough to win the selection of educational CD Rom's for writing an opinion in the 'Your child and Exams' catagory. So now my children will have access to the very best in software for their educational needs. There's ones for different GCSE's down to SAT's and information ones like 'The human body' and 'Atlas'. Can't wait, l've just had another email from Emma to say she's packing them up as l speak and all l have to do is wait for that lovely postman to bring them to my door. Yes!!!!! I am so thrilled that l thought l'd share it with you all. While l am about it l'll tell you a little about my dooyoo experience. I joined dooyoo about six months ago after literally stumbing across it. Since that time l have written opinions on a very wide range of topics from Lung Cancer to Toilet cleaner, about 50 or so in all. Having earned approximately £70 so far and all it has cost me is my time. It is very interesting writing the opinions and l always make a point of trying to find a website on whatever topic it is to get more background information than just my personal experiences, always including the website address in the opinion. This gives readers the chance to look the website up and get even further information if they want to. Sometimes my ops are shocking and sometimes they are sad but l always try to be interesting and informative if l can. I find adding humour makes for a welcome change too. When it comes to reading opinions l try to read at least ten or so a day, l usually go to the New Opinions box situated on the left hand side of the screen and click 'Cross site' opinions box. Then pick out the ones that particularly interest me. When l read them l always leave a comment so that the writer knows whether l agr
ee or disagree with them and what l think of their op in general. If l particularly enjoy or agree with a members op then l will click on his/her profile and read more and then possibly put him/her in my circle of friends. Its all very well people writing opinions and then complaining because other members don't read them. If you don't read ops of others they will not be aware of you as there are so many members its impossible to read everyones opinions. You would have to spend all your life glued to your computer screen, how awful ;-). Always rate an opinion and make sure that if your rate 'Not useful' you leave a comment to let the writer know why. Its quite upsetting to get a NU and no reason why. I actually had an individual open a dooyoo a/c just to give me a NU on an op that everyone else had put VU or U. I was most miffed and wrote to dooyoo and they looked into it agreed it was unfair and removed it and him from the site. Result!! If you are looking to buy a product, say for example, a deep fat fryer, go to the relevant opinions site and read up all the ops on all the different fryers and weigh up the pros and cons. These ops are written by individuals who have used the products and so are non-biased. You can then make the right decision on which one to buy. Its great. There is a down side to this though as l have been reading about a particular carpet cleaner recently and now l want one, where l didn't before. Well, ways to improve dooyoo? Let me think,............................................................................ .........................Always takes a while, thats a hard question. I think that the front page should have more opinions on it (maybe 4 or 6) latest ops at any one time, the new opinions change at a rate of knots. Also l would definately have a button at the top of the opinion as well as at the bottom for writing comments. Its frustrating
having to scroll down each time to get to the comments box. There is one thing that really winds me up about dooyoo. The crowns criteria. Try as l might, l cannot get the 'right stuff' for this coveted headgear. I get so many comments on opinions saying this ones crown material and hope you get the deserved crown. I never have (yet, where theres hope theres life). I wish l could discover what is wanted for this l have always thought l'd look really good with one (l'd wear it everywhere l went with such pride). Finally l think perhaps the ratings should be opened up a little with 'Very Useful,Useful, A Little Useful, Somewhat Useful, Not Useful' and for ops that you really hate 'Awful'. A box could be introduced to place 'Unrated' due to poor quality, or wrong place but if you re-write then l will 'Re-read' as l find myself saying that to some writers. I love dooyoo and l visit the site daily, often more than once a day. Its true what they say it is very addictive, l don't know of any support groups available at this time (other than the opinionated community). I also don't think a government health warning should be necessary at this time. But if l ever feel its too much l will certainly have trouble weaning myself off of this site. Still that'll never happen, no, please don't take my dooyooo away. Theres a thought, what if l had computer trouble, no, l can't think about that............ Maybe a site should be made specifically to help us addicts! Anyway, thankyou for listening to my ramblings and thankyou dooyoo for my competition win, l know thats gotta be worth more than a crown, but l still want one, oh, go on, l'm not greedy really, just one little crown, please, pretty please...............;-) Sandyd
Whatever you do, that’s my advice as it caused me no end of pain. A simple task like hoovering round which so many of us (mainly girls) do caused me to end up bedridden and in unimaginable pain for days and days. So my advice is DON’T DO IT! Lets start at the beginning it was 4.00 one afternoon and l was performing the wonderful thankless task of vacuuming the carpets, l had just finished and went to do the death defying act of walking into the kitchen. I got a step inside the door and could not put my foot down (unusual for me as that’s something l’m good at). I tried to move but could not due to excruciating pain in my lower back. I called my children (7+8 at the time) and they came to try to help. Needless to say they could not so l got them to bring me the phone. I phoned my doctor and told the dreaded receptionist of my plight, and she informed me that a doctor could come to see me after surgery finished at 6.30. I was a little vexed by this and enquired as to whether l was supposed to stand here in agony, unable to move a muscle for something over two hours. ‘That’s the best l can do’, came the reply. I hung up. Then called an ambulance and my husband. Within five minuites my husband was home and trying to lift me like a ramrod into the car, fool. He just gave that up and took me back indoors and l was stood like an aristocrat at the fireplace when the paramedics arrived. They diagnosed that l had pulled a muscle in my bottom. (WHAT?). Continuing to say that if l wanted them to they would take me to hospital but they’d probably send me home and the best thing l could do was to get upstairs to bed. They gave my some gas and air so l could move (with that l didn’t even know my name, which was hilarious). I got as far as half way upstairs when it hit again and the gas and air wouldn’t work anymore. Well they got me (eventually) into bed, (yes, l know are
n’t l lucky two paramedics getting me into bed) and phoned my GP. He then came within 5 minutes (oh the power of the paramedic), they left and the doctor examined me and immediately diagnosed a slipped disc (otherwise known as a prolapsed invertebral disc) in the lower back and sciatica (as by this time l had pains all down the back of my leg too. He knew it was a slipped disc by pushing my toes towards me, that caused incredible pain (animal, he knew what he was doing). Now for some technical stuff. taken from Medinfo.co.uk website. The invertebral disc looks a bit like a draughts piece in shape and has a ring around the outside which is tough and fibrous, with a centre that is more like the consistency of a chewy sweet, they act as shock absorbers for the spine. If part of the fibrous outer ring of the disc is rather weaker than the rest, the softer centre may push its way through, bulging outwards, this is your slipped disc. If this bulge presses against a nerve, which is running from the main nervous system to one of the legs then you also get sciatica, which gives pain down the leg. OUCH!!!!! The doctor prescribed Co-Dydramol painkillers and diazepam to try to help me to relax. I lay in the bed and could not move a muscle. Every tiny little movement was agony. By the next day my sister came down and took one look at me and phoned my doctor. I was shaking violently and bouncing,ouch, bouncing, ouch all over the bed. I was the same shade as my white bed linen and she was horrified. The doctor came in a few minutes and immediately realised it was an allergic reaction to the Co-Dyramol painkillers, she changed them straight away and gave me stronger different ones. What a nightmare. My husband was a star, he had to carry me to the bathroom and all l did the whole time was cry, not heaving great sobs but just quiet gentle crying interspersed with the odd scream of pain. I could not move and sleeping was a total disaster
as l would fall asleep with the drugs only to wake myself up when l moved a fraction of an inch in my sleep. After about a week l was able to get a good nights sleep and finally felt the medication was taking an effect. Another week later l was able to get up and about normally. I had to go to physiotherapy twice a week for about 3 months and that helped. They say there are key points to remember and that my case was very severe. In truth l probably should have been admitted to hospital but once installed in bed the best bet was to leave me there. The key points are to not worry most back problems get better on their own. If you can, stay active but if the pain does force rest limit the time. Use paracetamol or ibuprofen (that was no good for me as l am asthmatic) to help the pain and obviously do not do anything that will be likely to exacerbate the situation. I did have a re-occurrence of this about a year or so later when l bent very slightly to pick up a suitcase, luckily l was right in front of the bed at the time so very gingerly manoeuvred myself on to it and went through the whole process again (except for the allergic reaction). So there you have it my back and me. We are not the greatest of friends we just tolerate one another. But my advice to you all is to leave the vacuum cleaner alone, they are our enemy and will use any means to get you. They have a Swarzennegger policy of ‘Don’t push me’, unfortunately l didn’t listen and paid the price. Don’t make the same mistake l did, you have been warned………..
Are you lost, like me, well this site will certainly show you the right way to go. Its absolutely brilliant. This website is called multimap.com and to put it in basic terms it provides you with an almost instant map of a streets in Europe with detailed maps of the entire world. WOW!! Firstly, and very important to me, its free. They provide, and l quote: "Free interactive maps, ariel photographs, London underground maps, weather forecasts (wow again), links to local information and travel directions. Online mapping services for business websites. Street level maps, travel directions and Store finder services on WAP platforms". Presumably that means you could be out and contact multi-map on your WAP phone to find your nearest (for example) Debenhams and they will show you exactly where it is (Cool). You have to enter the postcode or address of the area you wish to find and it will give you a map (approx screen sized) that pinpoints exactly where it is. I recently used this when l answered an ad for a second-hand conservatory, punched in the address 47 Bla de Bla place and not only did it show me the road the red ring was actually around where 47 was on the road. It is truly amazing. So if someone now tells you to 'get lost' you can say with confidence 'No, l have multi-map so l couldn't possibly' :-) I didn't buy the conservatory by the way. Another great emement is it will give you a route map of exactly how you get from A to B. I tapped in my address, verified it, tapped in the address l was going to, verified that then it showed me on the map (which of course is printable)exactly the route l should take. You can take two options, the quickest or the shortest route. It even had a 'Polling station finder' during the election. You can navigate once you are onto the page you want and zoom in or out of the map to give you more or less det
ail. It has ariel photographs of certain areas like Merseyside and you can actually zoom in on a specific house. I looked up my in-laws but they were out so didn't bother knocking. A very useful option is the weather forecasting from 'webmasters weather'. They will tell you the national or local forecast. Telling you Today, Tonight, Tomorrow and tommorow night. The minimum and maximum temperature, wind direction and speed. I looked my area up and guess what it said, rain today, showers tonight, rain tomorrow and showers tomorrow night. Wonderful!! Still gives me chance to use my new DKNY umberella (sorry thats another story). All in all, this site is incredibly useful and now that l have found it l will certainly be putting it into my favorite places. Gone are the days of trying for ages to find an address in the car and driving past it a dozen times. Now its just onto multi-map, print and off l go. Thanks multi-map, you may have saved my marriage as my husband and l constantly argue about going the wrong way when looking for an address, now l can shove the printout under his nose and he'll have to admit l'm right (as always).
Just in for anyone interested, my daughters SAT's (Yr 6)RESULTS were very good, l am pleased with her, she got Level 5 for all English and Level 5 for all her mathematics and Level 4 for Science. Level 4 is what they hope to achieve for a yr. 6 pupil so she has done exceptionally well. So now l can be upset about the existance of these tests (as follows in the op) but proud of how well Rebecca did, even with the pressure bought to bear on her. My daughters were more ‘SAD’ than ‘SAT’. The pressure bought to bear on a 10 year old was quite astonishing. She is in year 6 at our local Middle school and subsequently this whole school year (since September 2000) has been concentrated and focusing on her Key Stage 2 Sat.’s (Standardised Assessment Tests) which where taken in the week of 14-18th May. The Sat’s are actually the ‘National Curriculum Tests’ but are generally known as Sat.’s. They are done in Key Stages during your child’s education and these are broken down into 4 ‘stages’. ‘At the end of each ‘key stage’ at ages 7,11,14 and 16 students are tested. For each test or exam, the government has set different levels of attainment which are expected of children at each particular Key Stage’ (taken from BBC Revisewise website), the last being the GCSE’s at 15 or 16, these are the Key Stage 4 tests. The tests are generally on Mathematics, English and Science though in the case of the GCSE’s a wider range of subjects including a foreign language are taken. They say there is no pass or fail for these tests but it does not reflect too well on an individual school if their pupils do not attain the particular level for their ‘key stage’. I discovered this was in fact true when my son (then 7) did his ‘Key Stage 1’ tests. Having struggled, due to suffering from ADHD and other conditions, all his sc
hool life l was amazed and thrilled to discover that he attained Level 2 on some subjects. Struggling to read and to write l found it slightly surprising that he could attain this, l then realised that all the results are catalogued and the schools do not like to see results in the lower sectors. I then established that my son had been ‘helped along’ with his tests. I was very cross about this as he does need extra help in his general learning and attaining Level 2 was not a true reflection on his achievements. Therefore county sees that he is doing well and so offers no extra help when in fact he is still struggling. So to my daughter of 10, Rebecca, who has just last month sat (pardon the pun) her Level 2 Sat.’s. Since joining year 6 last September she has had these tests force-fed to her on an almost daily basis. We have had a lot of correspondence home about them to ensure we didn’t book family holidays during this time, etc., and failing unconciousness or hospital admittance were expected to be there during the week of the tests no matter what. I suppose if you had a child with a broken writing hand or arm that would cause huge disruptions. They’d probably expect them to write with they’re other hand or put the pen in their mouths. At this stage ‘These tests cover the core subjects of Maths, Science and English only. There are two or three test papers per day, spread over one week. More than half a million Year 6 pupils, aged 10-11, all over England sit down at the same time to do exactly the same National Curriculum Tests for Key Stage 2. To reach level 4, pupils are required to get over half the questions right’ (taken from BBC Revisewise website). Some of the work, especially in maths, is really difficult. I know Rebecca is in the top set in maths but she is doing topics like probability and algebra which is actually GCSE work. At ten years old they are doing the work o
f 14 year olds. I actually have at home a GCSE revision book which she used for some of her work for her maths Sat.’s. That amazes me, it’s a mix of pride and annoyance as it is a lot to expect anyone to understand algebra even at 42 l still don’t really understand it. If n=2 what does h=?????, l don’t know, help perhaps. What hope for a ten year old (probably loads, l never did like maths). The children where told that it is vital that they attain good results. Is it, l wonder, vital for the child or for the schools results charts? Rebecca worked really hard throughout the school year and has always done really well academically (I think she took too many brain cells when she was born, not that l had those many to spare in the first place). She was told she would be ‘expected’ to achieve Level 5. The ‘norm’ being Level 4, this only added to the pressure she felt under. I do realise and fully appreciate that children have to get used to sitting exams but when l was a child (hundreds of years ago) the only exam we sat was the 11+ before secondary school, then we had end of year exams every year. That was bad enough. Plus, of course, it puts added pressure on teachers. They have enough to deal with without having to get their students through timeconsuming tests. They are not paid enough as it is and, l'm sure, don't get any extra for all the extra work involved in getting their pupils through this. In the weeks before May 14th every lesson was filled with old test papers (done under test conditions) and test papers written by the teachers. By the time the actual tests arrived the children where so sick of doing test papers they just couldn’t wait for them to be over. Rebecca spent every night on BBC Revisewise website going over tests and revising. I had to stop it as l felt it was consuming her life. There was slight tummy aches and inability to
sleep, she was just not herself and instead of going to play outside with her brother which she normally did if l hadn't stop her she would be glued to the computer revisewise page or her school books all night long. She went to school on the first day (14th May) to sit her first Maths test, l had a very nervous girl on my hands. She is a generally confident girl and she walked into her school with her fluffy beanie baby good luck mascot clasped in her hot little hand. The only visible sign was a nervous glance back at me, l wished l could do them for her (mind you she'd have probably done better than me, especially in maths) I felt very sorry for her as l couldn’t help thinking, why do they seem to want to make children grow up so quickly and be put under so much pressure. God knows they grow up quickly enough without having the added burden of doing these tests. Can’t they just learn and live as children without responsibility. The time will come soon enough when they have to take responsibility for their lives and their futures. To hear the teachers talk one would think that these tests would somehow have an impact and help to shape their future, when in point of fact they don’t really matter very much at all. In my humble opinion its just a way of the individual schools giving themselves a pat on the back for getting so many percent of pupils past level this that or the other. Whether the pupils actually achieve the particular level or not is subjective as l mentioned previously with my son at the first school. The pupils in middle school that have problems and struggle are given a lot of extra help and extra time to help them to achieve a level 4. They are given electronic spellcheckers, dictionaries and can do the tests with extra time. I don’t say that it is wrong for them to have help but surely it is not a true reflection of the child’s capabities if they're ‘assisted̵
7; in this way. It is vital for children and us as parents, to know how our children are progressing but l think that too much importance is put on these tests. The children should be assessed on their work over the whole school year not just one week of examinations. When, as we all know, you are under a great deal of pressure, some children under-perform just due to the fact of being in exam conditions. I would conclude that these tests are not, in my opinion, necessary for the children more for the schools to give themselves the preverbal ‘pat on the back’. Also to do well in the league tables. Whether the results are ‘true’ reflections of our child’s capabilities seems to be immaterial, its just a way for the powers that be to see what schools are achieving, or not, for example, 74% of children in Joe Bloggs Middle school in Level 2 Sat tests have achieved a Level 4 in English for Year 2001, whereas only 59% gained that level in Tottington Middle. So send your child to Joe Bloggs and they will achieve more or maybe will just be ‘helped along’ more than in Tottington where perhaps the results are genuine ones. (Schools names are, l hope, fictional). Rebecca did all the tests required, didn’t break any bones before hand and survived without any wounds or scars. The results are yet to be seen. I’m sure she will do well but if she doesn’t, l won’t be complaining at her or telling her she has to do better (I’ll save that for secondary school). Obviously if she does well l will be very proud and praise her to high heaven and as for my son when he sits these tests in two years time, well, he will probably be one of those individuals that gets the extra help. I’d like to think he’d get the extra help before that time but that remains to be seen. Here are some website addresses that have help for parents, teachers and children: www.Sats-sch
"I've been smoking 50 years and its never done me any harm!", this is a quote l will never forget from my stepfather, Mick, about 4 months before he died of lung cancer, directly due to smoking. He was a very fit, strong and seemingly healthy man in his early 60's. He worked as a dairyman on a local farm and had done so for almost all his working life, working outside in the fresh country air. He had the physique of a 40 year old and was incredibly fit. He only had one real weakness and that was his cigarettes. He would cheerfully admit he really enjoyed his smokes and wasn't going to stop for anyone. The owners of the farm decided to offer their employees medical insurance and to qualify they had to have the standard medical which included an x-ray of the lungs. When Mick got his results back they said there was a small shadow on the lungs(nothing to worry about but may need further investigation). After further tests they said it was a lump but a very small one and convinced Mick to have it removed. It was really routine and it was better to just remove it 'to be on the safe side'. After some persuasion on our part he agreed and a date was arranged when he could go to Southampton General hospital (some 40 miles from us) to have the proceedure. I went to visit him on the afternoon after the operation and was shocked with what l saw. He had stitched wounds on his chest zigzagging across, each some 10-12 inches long. He and my mum were very upset as no-one would tell them what was happening. They then asked me to find a doctor and find out what was going on. I was like a daughter to him but still felt guilty when the doctor asked if l was a relation and on Micks insistance l was to tell him l was his daughter. Well l'll never forget what the doctor said to me, in a crowded NHS hospital corridor with nurses, patients, visitors and doctors all milling around. He told me that
when they opened Mick up his lungs were riddled with cancer and to try to remove it would have resulted in his not surviving the operation. It would actually have been better for Mick if that had been the case at least he would have had his dignity intact. I was totally stunned, this was a routine operation, they said. We had persuaded him to go ahead with it. I asked the doctor if he was going to die and he said 'Yes'. Upon asking him how long we were talking about he repied, 'Weeks, rather than months'. I couldn't believe what l was hearing. It seems that Mick was right in that he didn't want to have the operation. If they had not opened him up he would have had longer as once the air got to the cancer it was able to spread like a shrub thats been cut back. I was totally devastated, but no-one had told them, or were going to. The doctor said they didn't think Mick strong enough at this time. How on Gods green earth was l going to go back into the ward and tell my mum that her husband was going to die and my stepdad that he was right in not wanting this op and that he should never have listened to us. I couldn't do it. So l went back in and acted normal saying no-one was available to tell me anything. Inside l wanted to scream, but l just didn't have the courage to destroy two people's lives in this way. I felt sick at the thought thast every time my mum looked at me she would hear me saying those words toher, l just couldn't do it. I made quite a hasty retreat and my mum walked me out of the hospital, l so nearly broke down as she said goodbye and she knew something was wrong. I managed to keep it together as l walked away from her but l soon as l was out of sight l sat on a bench and sobbed my heart out. I was so angry, with myself, the doctors, the world but mainly those damn cigarettes. As l drove back home to Wareham (some 40 miles) l cried all the way. I did
n't know what to do. I knew l had to do something, but what. In the end l diverted off and went to The Macmillan Unit (a specialist cancer centre, where my own dad was treated and succumbed to bowel cancer) for advice. They were marvelous and sat me down, talked to me for ages, brought tea and told me l should contact Micks GP. I made an appointment on the phone there and then and he saw me the next day and he went around to Micks that day (he had been discharged by then as the hospital could do nothing for him). I was furious with the GP too as he told mum and Mick that he had about 6-12 months. That gave him hope for some time when in fact he had none. Why? In the following couple of weeks l watched that man quickly eaten away by this disease. He was unable to get up out of bed after a couple of months and had daily visits from nurses and doctors to make him more comfortable. They did things to this incredibly dignified man that stripped that all away. The details of which l will not go into but they were horrendous. I went to see him and Mum every day, to do what l could to help. It was soul destroying to watch. I remember one day he looked straight into my eyes (by this time he didn't speak or communicate much, due mainly to morphine). He said 'Sandra, l'm finished'. I think that was one of the last things he said to me. I was devastated. I can't begin to describe the overwhelming sorrow l felt for him. He hung on for a few more weeks and by this time there was nothing of him (he was a very slight man anyway, but strong,muscular and powerful). On this particular day mum asked me to come and sit with him while she went to church. I agreed but l did suggest it may not be a good idea as we didn't think it would be too long before he went. She insisted so l agreed. I think she wanted to get away as she couldn't face the inevitable. I had a phone number of a neighbour of the church i
f anything happened. I made a very hard decision that day. I decided that when she had gone l would speak to Mick, just him and l. After about 15 minutes l sat beside him, took this mans big hand in mine and told him to go. Not to fight it anymore, to go to the light. We had been to a medium some few weeks before and she had told me in private that Micks mum was waiting for him and that she had baked a table full of fantastic food. (This didn't mean anything to me but l later learned she was a country house cook). I told Mick this and told him to go with his mum, not to worry about us and to let go. I would look after mum, don't suffer anymore. As soon as l had said this his breathing became lighter and l knew he had heard me and was going. I kept hold of his hand and phoned the number for mum as quick as l could and told them to get mum now!! I talked through my tears to Mick as he died and he drifted away quite gently and with my love. Mum didn't come home for about 20-25 minutes, they did tell her but she didn't come, l don't know why , l can only presume she couldn't bear to face what she was going home to. Only she knows that. I phoned the doctor and they came as did the farm owners who had been very good althrough. I still feel such unbelievable guilt as to whether l had the right to tell him to go. It has been said to me that he would have gone then anyway. But l know that he went and let go because l told him to do just that and stop fighting. There will never be a doubt in my mind over that. It was one of the most incredible things l have experienced because if someone a month before had told me l would be alone in a house and have someone die with only me there l would have freaked. No, not me, l wouldn't, couldn't do it. It has been proved time and time again that Smoking causes cancer. It is totally beyond my comprehension now why people smok
e, knowing what it does to you. My daughter Elaine who is 20 and watched her grandad getting sicker and sicker smokes, l hate it, she won't listen. That was a very hard time for me and all of us. But l have kept to my word and as much as l don't really get along that well with my mum l see her at least weekly and take her out as l promised Mick l would. This is not really the opinion l started out to write but hopefully it may be a deterrant to anyone considering picking up the weed because it doesn't have to be 50 years that you smoke for before the disease eats into you. Here are a few websites to look u for information about lung cancer: www.lungcancer.org (this one is especially for women) www.nicotinekils.com www.smokinglungs.com and netdoctor.co.uk/diseases/facts/lungcancer.htm. This last website (netdoctor.co.uk) provided the following information which l thought any of you may find useful. I have quoted directly from them. It says: About 35,000 people in the UK dies every year from lung cancer and it is the most common cause of death in the UK and effects more men than women. That statistic is very shocking. Tobacco smoke is the main cause and if you smoke more than 20 a day you are considered a heavy smoker and have the risk of getting lung cancer 30-40 times higher than a non-smoker (as it is recognised that non-smokers can get lung cancer). If you are an ex-smoker the risk falls to the same as a non-smoker after 15 years. The main symptoms of lung cancer are: Cough persistant breathlessness unexplainable weight loss fatigue (well l always have this) persistant chest pain (or elsewhere as secondary tumours can cause pain in other parts of the body) and very importantly, coughing up blood. If anyone (especially over 40) is coughing up blood for no aparant reason they MUST see their GP as this is one of the major signs of lung
cancer. Ten percent of individuals who are diagnosed with lung cancer can be cured (this is cancer free and no signs of recurrence after 5 years) with surgery and chemotherapy. That is a small percentage so l think the likelyhood of dying of this is such a high percentage as to be frightening. Unfortunatly most lung cancer is not able to be treated with curative methods as it is too far advanced when it is diagnosed. Its not worth it, do yourself, your family and your body a massive favour, stub it out and don't light up another one. I know its difficult but the benefits hugely outweigh the pleasure derived from cigarettes and there is so much help available from patches, gum and your GP will do everything he/she can to help you. Don't put your family in the position of writing an op like mine, lets face it you may not be here to do it yourself.........
Now isn't that what we all want to find? Well with this new website you can do exactly that. I came across it totally by accident and found that l could tap in my local postcode and they would put up a chart that tells me exactly where the cheapest fuel is in the local vicinity. The website is IspyPetrol.com and it is really quick, simple and easy to use. I actually found that a station that l normally use for my fuel was having an offer on diesel at 74.9 instead of the ususal 79.9 everywhere else. I rushed down there and, yes, it was true they were but only for a few days and so l filled up my peugeot (name dropping now) and walked away (actually l drove away)quite a happy bunny. Its really very easy to do and takes a couple of minutes at the most. They ask you for your E.Mail address, Home postcode, petrol type used and Fuel tank capacity (if like me you have no idea of this one, just take a guess). Then press search, its as easy as that. They say 'Its unbelievable to think with petrol prices being so high that millions of motorists continue to pay more than they have to for petrol. Simply by filling up at the cheapest petrol station in your area you could save £100,s each year.' (Quoted from the website) If one station is consistantly cheaper than the rest, that could well be true. I suppose if you didn't get a particularly cheap reading from your area you could use a postcode from a friends area and see if petrol is any cheaper slightly outside your own area. It may be beneficial to drive a little way to save who knows how much. With the fuel likely to increase (yet again) in price after the election this site is a rather good idea as anything that saves us money on fuel has gotta be good. Take a look l think this'll be a busy site. Thanks for reading. Sandyd X
Yahoo!!!, this is all its says it is (almost). Today l recieved my 3 books and they are great. Along with a bill for £5.99 (cheap). You do also get sent every month a letter offering more books but there is no committment to buy but you do have to send back to slip or phone to say you don't want the editors choice. You get a Choice of 100 books for £1 each is unbelievable, with no commitment. This is too good to be true but thats what www.eTSP.co.uk offers. You can order 3 books and pay only £1 each for them. You are joining a book club of sorts but you have no commitment to buy another book whatsoever. The postage and packing is £2.99 so altogether that makes £5.99 for 3 very useful books. The choice is immense from Leiths cookery bible (which l ordered and would have cost £25.99) to build your own PC and fiction like 'The assasin' by Margerat Attwood. The total of my package would have cost over £50 and its costing me £5.99. The books are all 'Softback' editions and basically they replace the hardcover and lower the price accordingly. Now do they take off the hardbacks and put soft ones on, thats how it reads but i'm sure that can't be the case. You have to go through a list of books (100) and choose you're 3, tell them who you are and you then get membership and no commitment to buy another book. They also send you a free document wallet and because they contacted me via email l will get 500 ipoints also, which can't be bad. The books l ordered were: Prue Leiths Cookery Bible Medical Associations Book of Medicine and Drugs Homeopathic recipes for health. All for £5.99 I am sure there must be a catch somewhere and if l find what it is l will be sure to let you know but as yet l will just wait to receive my package of books and if it comes complete with some catch or other l will simply return them and cancel my membership. Get in there
quick, it may be a limited offer (who knows)! One thing l have noticed is that when l emailed them for information about one of the books l noticed that l was actually emailing bca. They are actually Book Club Associates who have run a book club where you do have to commit to a certain amount of books for the first year of your membership. They also have a policy of sending you their 'book of the month' unless you specifically request that they do not do so and if you don't want it you can send it back but at your expense. I hope that this setup is slightly different although from the same company. I have had very reassuring comments from other dooyoo members who have been members of eTSP.co.uk and it does appear to be as it seems, only time will tell. I have just received a slip today in the post saying, and l quote "Thankyou for responding to our recent advertisement and welcome to the Softback Preview. The response to our advert was much greater than we expected, which has resulted in a delay in despatch. We will, of course, be sending you this as soon as possible and apologise for the delay. Should you wish to contact us, please telephone 0870 1650 298." So there you have it if any of you wish to contact them, as you have ordered and not recieved, or whatever, feel free to use the above number, unless of course its a private line set up especialy for me. I still wait but its good to know theres quite a good chance l can take advantage of this offer. Good luck to you all.
When l was little mum used to make us go to the then equivalent of a charity shop, 'The Jumble Sale'. God, did l hate it. I used to have to queue for her until about 5 minutes before it was due to open then she'd show up come to the front of the queue and l could go home. She would bring back awful things, does anyone remember Tuf shoes. I always had them and l hated them with a passion. I do remember one time she came home with a handbag and it was full of the takings. She didn't take it back either. Thief, her answer at the time was 'well, l paid 5p for it so l bought it'. That brings me to today, you don't see hardly any jumble sales anymore, people seem to prefer to help the needy by donating their unwanted goods to Charity shops. I never used to go in these places as it had too many bad memories of those jumble sales. When l had children of my own at school it only took a few outings scouting for childrens fancy dress to realise the charity shop is the perfect place to find such a thing. With living in a small town that has no less than 4 charity shops l wasn't short of places to look. Once in there l realised what a little goldmine these places are. You can buy virtually anything and everything you could wish for. Clothes, videos, Cd's, Shoes, handbags to name but a few. The ornaments are usually the best and you can pick up new cosmetic (sealed) sets. The best bargain l have ever had is a violin. My daughter then 9 wanted to learn to play at school but we couldn't afford the instrument. When l saw one in a tatty case for £20 in a charity shop. I took a chance and bought it. It cost another £20 to put right (new strings and generally a clean up and new case). It turns out the instrument is from about 1910 and is worth about £100. I wouldn't sell because my daughter is coming along very nicely now and her violin has a real rich patina on the wood compare
d to the others in her class that have new instruments. Definately worth looking in these places. I think maybe l used to be a snob when it came to charity shops, but now, even though l don't generally buy clothes and definatly not Tuf shoes l go in almost weekly just to browse and see what they have. Its just a matter of time before l find that priceless piece of Faberge tucked away in the Sue Ryder shop. (Please don't argue this point, leave me in my blissfull cloud cookoo land)