<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714</id><updated>2009-10-23T15:49:06.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year I Turned Eleven</title><subtitle type='html'>I recently discovered my diary from 1978, the year I turned eleven.  It is embarassing to read, but also quite fun, so I decided to put it up as a blog.  Eventually I may put up some photos from that year, or thereabouts, as well. (Almost) all spelling and punctuation errors are in the original.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-4266829158520623761</id><published>2009-09-26T11:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:28:51.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is me posting as me again - as you will have observed there was a very long gap in there! I'm posting each entry as if written on the right day, but this year - so the gap is between the two sets of April entries, and this one may continue to be at the top for a while until I think of a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are gaps in the original diary, I still have a few entries (a month or so, I think) to type up.  I have been out of the country, broken my shoulder, and various other sundry things, but I was reminded of this by a thread on a Guide Leaders' website about what we looked like when we were Guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will endeavour to put up the last few entries in the near future, shoulder mobility permitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to read and (of course) comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-4266829158520623761?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4266829158520623761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=4266829158520623761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/4266829158520623761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/4266829158520623761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-1721247940263118712</id><published>2009-04-18T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:27:35.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 18, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;In Maths I did three pages. I n English I did every single ex. In Recorder I got a new tune. In Art I sketched a flower. In Scripture we did the Last Supper. After school Harriet came to play. I did my homework soon. I watched Magpie.&lt;br /&gt;I played outside with Bob + Harriet. I watched It Ain't Half Hot Mum. I saw nearly all of Rising Damp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-1721247940263118712?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1721247940263118712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=1721247940263118712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/1721247940263118712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/1721247940263118712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-18-1978.html' title='April 18, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-6180359755471593418</id><published>2009-04-17T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:22:36.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 17, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I had Flute. French + Maths occurred. History was Boer war. P.E., I was kicked. I sprained my finger. I saw Blue Peter. Also some of Cheggers*. I made 'Marco Polo'.  Being oriental meatballs, mmmmm! I went to Guides. We country danced. I itch from fibreglass. I had a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Plays Pop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I have no idea what I was doing with fibreglass - it's possible our Guide hall had some in, this being the rather safety-unconscious 1970s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-6180359755471593418?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6180359755471593418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=6180359755471593418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/6180359755471593418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/6180359755471593418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2009/09/april-17-1978.html' title='April 17, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-6016810317495938054</id><published>2009-04-16T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:17:31.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 16, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I drew a Thing family tree, I attended &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parade Service&lt;/span&gt;, I took the collection. I went on a dig but mostly I played with a dog and Bobby. I made supper, lamb chops, mint sauce, spinach, potatoes, and plum crumble. I watched 'Lorna Doone' and after supper and bath 'All Creatures Great and Small' and a programme about India. I was read to by Daddy from 'The Big Six'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-6016810317495938054?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6016810317495938054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=6016810317495938054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/6016810317495938054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/6016810317495938054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-16-1978.html' title='April 16, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-4330628687952401953</id><published>2009-04-14T19:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:22:19.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;"Well, I went to the library and got 6 books" "And then - oh, year- I went to look for an anrak (din* find one), and I had me hair washed, and I went to ballet (I bin transferred), we did an exam dance." Well, after lunch, I went to Manda's, we practiced for the school concert." Then we played 'Runaways'. I borrowed a book from Amanda but it's very old. When I got home I read and I got a new skirt. Supper then bed followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-4330628687952401953?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4330628687952401953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=4330628687952401953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/4330628687952401953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/4330628687952401953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-15-1978.html' title='April 15, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-4299463806796075388</id><published>2007-04-14T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:51:59.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 14, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning I did deccy mult, French and craft.  In Craft I nearly finished the upper half of a person model! WE had Music. WE had a film (and a quiz) on tyres. I went to Francies after school.  We played spaceships and watched 'Potters Picture Palace;. I went to ballet with Francie. WE did a 'snowstorm' dance. I had a very long bath and some peppermint cake.  I saw Heads and Tales. Daddy read to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;You might think we (at 8 and 11) were a little old to be read to but we really enjoyed it.  I mainly remember Swallows &amp;amp; Amazons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-4299463806796075388?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4299463806796075388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=4299463806796075388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/4299463806796075388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/4299463806796075388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-14-1978.html' title='April 14, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116393751013496171</id><published>2007-04-13T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:49:10.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 13, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Today we had graded papers.  Today we had french.  Today I didn’t got swimming because I have a sore throat.  Today I got song of sula from the school library.  Today we did s. america and I drew a map of it for homework.  Today I watched laff a liympics and happy days.  Today I played outside after supper.  Today I watched tomorrows world challenge of the sexes at home with badgers and living in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boycotting punctuation and capitals I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116393751013496171?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116393751013496171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116393751013496171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393751013496171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393751013496171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-13-1978.html' title='April 13, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116393741531174459</id><published>2007-04-12T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:49:03.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 12, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning after assembelly in Handwriting (with Mrs Edwards) we were taught about left and right handed people.  We had a test on history.  In games we started rounders (this terms game).  In Science I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;drew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;a cow! Miracle for me, I can’t draw at all well.  In Piano I got a new piece.  When I got home I put my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;new school skirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;on! I watched ‘The Canal Children’ and ‘Think of a Number’.  No telly in the evening.  I listened to ‘The Spy Who Stayed Out in the Cold’ about spying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not quite sure if this was a skirt my mother had made or bought for primary school, or one for my secondary school, which I didn’t start till September.  We didn’t have to wear uniform at primary school, although most schools now seem to, and my mother didn’t think it was necessary – but I do remember when I started secondary school we wore pinafores rather than skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116393741531174459?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116393741531174459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116393741531174459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393741531174459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393741531174459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-12-1978.html' title='April 12, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116393719445359998</id><published>2007-04-11T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:48:56.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 11, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we had maths (decy mult*) and english (more opposites).  In the lunchhour I had a recorder lesson and set out paint for Art, we drew a doodle and found a picture in it.  Scripture was about Lazarus.  I walked home with Helene.  When I got home I did homework, bought some ink, and watched Take Hart.  Then, after supper and bath, I saw ‘It Ain’t Half Hot Mum’ and ‘Rising Damp’. 8.55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Thank you, God, for T.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;*decimal multiplication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really wrote that prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116393719445359998?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116393719445359998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116393719445359998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393719445359998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393719445359998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-11-1978.html' title='April 11, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116393678887952549</id><published>2007-04-10T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:48:28.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 10, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning was school that hateful dreaded thing.  There is no H. W. U. T. L. this term.  We did arry* instead.  Mine was on decy not†.  Flute, I concentrated on May Sweet May to get the notes.  French was time.  I did some topic.  In Histry‡ we started the 20th century.  PE was OK.  I went over to Debbies after homework.  We saw Cheggers Plays Pop.  Then we played Hide And Seek.  In Guides we played name game where you have a word and you find things whose first letters spell it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;*arithmetic †decimal notation ‡History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116393678887952549?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116393678887952549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116393678887952549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393678887952549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393678887952549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-10-1978.html' title='April 10, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116273073932841180</id><published>2007-04-09T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:48:20.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have a sore throat and an earache.  This morning I resided under my duvet in the living room.  I read the Sunday Times magazine (for April 2, would you believe!).  I wrote a letter to them about the jobs tht the women had in their article.  After lunch I made (glued) nearly all of my ‘King Henry VIII’ model.  We did a puzzle.  I watched ‘Lorna Doone’, ‘The Muppet Show’ and ‘All Creatures Great and Small’.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I have a friend now, an adult, who is obsessed with Henry VIII.  I don’t think I’ll show her this as she’ll want me to search my old stuff to see if I still have the model!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116273073932841180?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116273073932841180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116273073932841180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273073932841180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273073932841180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-9-1978.html' title='April 9, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116273057187630194</id><published>2007-04-08T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:48:09.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 8, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning at 10 a.m. I went to play with Pernille.  She is my best, best friend (See Jan 13).  I cant describe it, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;miss her.  We watched Tiswas, in the intervals between playing ‘Runaways’.  For lunch there were hamburgers, peas + potatoes.  For desserst I had an ice cream bar (chocolate covered) with cream, nice.  After we had gone home I went to the bookshop and got ‘That Crazy April’.  I watched T. V., read + was read to for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;9.15 p.m. I played with Pernille!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I actually remember that specific dessert as I’d never had cream on ice cream before, and it goes hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Although we could both read for ourselves (obviously) my father used to read Swallows &amp;amp; Amazons to us which was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116273057187630194?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116273057187630194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116273057187630194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273057187630194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273057187630194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-8-1978.html' title='April 8, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116273040497951660</id><published>2007-04-07T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:48:01.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 7, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we went to Francies while Mummy shop-ed because I have a bad knee.  We played ‘Runaways’.  After lunch I read ‘Greyfriars Bobby’ + made paper doll clothes.  Francie came and we watched ‘Crackerjack’.  We played out back until Francie had to go home.  After supper I saw ‘Indoors Outdoors’ and ‘Mixed Blessings’.  After my bath I watched ‘Going Straight’ and ‘People Like Us’ which is about people between the wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;10.02 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116273040497951660?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116273040497951660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116273040497951660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273040497951660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273040497951660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-7-1978.html' title='April 7, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116273027735485464</id><published>2007-04-06T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:47:51.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 6, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I read + I made a picture of an elephant holding the crayons in a candle frame. I also made an ‘ojo de Dijos’* After lunch we listened to ‘The Mikado’ on our record.  I made some paper doll clothes and then I went to Debbie’s I rode her bike and we each had an ice lolly! I watched ‘Ten Nine Eight’ and ‘Blue Peter’.  I went home + there were lamb chops.  I listened to ‘Get By in French’. I watched ‘Whos A Clever Birdie’ and ‘Living In The Past’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eye of God&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116273027735485464?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116273027735485464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116273027735485464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273027735485464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116273027735485464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-6-1978.html' title='April 6, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116264011849466882</id><published>2007-04-05T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:47:42.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 5, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I went to Jill Grinnenau’s birthday party.  I won three games – in one I got a tube of smarties, in another 4 mints (the 2nd winner got a tube of Eclairs) and in the third, nowt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I second won Musical Statues + I won ‘jigsaw’ where you have to make a 4 piece jigsaw finding 3, I won (with my partner) jumbled flowers, and I won the ‘Kims Game’.  The cake was a windmill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Competitive? Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116264011849466882?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116264011849466882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116264011849466882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116264011849466882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116264011849466882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-5-1978.html' title='April 5, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116263993810749684</id><published>2007-04-04T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:47:34.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 4, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Rotten, miserable day.  I feel horrible, rotten, terrible.  The only good parts were going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;BOTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;librarys (Leamington &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Lillington) and getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;books.  We were going to go to Harlow to spend the week but Stephanie has whooping cough.  I am going to Jill’s party tomorrow.  I decorated her book token envelope + I made Steffie a ‘get well or else’ card.  I listened to Womans hour + watched Take Hart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116263993810749684?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116263993810749684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116263993810749684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116263993810749684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116263993810749684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-4-1978.html' title='April 4, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115006334220328144</id><published>2007-04-03T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:47:24.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 3, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Biorhythms: Intelligence: Low Emotional: Low Physical: High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;i played world war 2 with the dolls house. i went to the library and i got 3 mcgurk mysterys jill + adrian + jill’s friend Samantha came for lunch we went to the rescuers with them pernille was there hurrah it was super it was about two mice who rescue a little girl called penny from a horrid lady called madame medusa i went to guides we played a spy in the dark game and had an obsacle course night night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115006334220328144?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115006334220328144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115006334220328144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115006334220328144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115006334220328144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-3-1978.html' title='April 3, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-114994831095119096</id><published>2007-04-02T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:47:15.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;we played schools for a while we walked 3 miles near windmill hill we had pork for lunch mmmmm there was plum soggle for pud morgan and dodo went home it was very quiet after that i still have a beasterly cold i also have a cold sore a cough and a slight sore throat i read + listened to the radio (mine) in the afternoon i watched the pheonix + the carpet we had a lunchy supper i watched all creatures great + small.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I don’t remember what plum “soggle” was but I suspect something like crumble, but less crunchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-114994831095119096?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/114994831095119096/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>April 1, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;april fool’s day. we played a tea joke on the parents. only morgan + dodo’s mum + dad fell for it.  we went to birmingham by train we went to the museum of science + industry then we had lunch in a wimpy bar + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;proper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;american icecream for dessert. we also went to the birmingham museum proper we went home on the train m, d + i saw bridge disasters + celebrity squares we had tacos for supper then bath + bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;My mother has always been enthusiastic about introducing us to American culture.  But Wimpy bars were the height of sophistication – and Birmingham, though it has seen a bit of a renaissance in recent years, was mostly as its reputation implies at that time, although parts of it – especially the City museum – have always been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-114994817206883394?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/114994817206883394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=114994817206883394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/114994817206883394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/114994817206883394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-1-1978.html' title='April 1, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-7171532194202441332</id><published>2006-12-31T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:02:20.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 31, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we woke to find the ground covered in snow. We went out and came in many times, in between which I read the Guinness book of Records. It is super, great, FUN. We (the Leamintons) went skiing. Loverly! We should have driven home, but there was too much snow, so we stay here. I also should have had Biddy and Catherine to stay. Boo-hoo &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;My abiding memory of Christmas holidays in Exeter as a child is going to the pantomine, and coming out to find it snowing. This time it was clearly a bit later, but it is very rare now to have that much snow that far south-west, or that early in the year. My family were always keen on cross-country skiing, but the skis at my grandfather's house were probably left over from when my parents bought cheap, secondhand skis in the 60s - or even when my grandfather skied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got quite a bit of April to June, I think, to type up, so I'm going to start on that next, but dating it 2007. After I finish each month I'll redate them all 2006 so that the year stays in roughly the right order. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-7171532194202441332?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7171532194202441332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=7171532194202441332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7171532194202441332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7171532194202441332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-31-1978.html' title='December 31, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-8687951693533264846</id><published>2006-12-30T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:04:47.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 30, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we had the dress rehearsal of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, but the boys would not co-operate first go (the telly distracted them, and I was quite crossy + bossy). We did it + it went dreadfully. Bleuch! Ah well, bad dress rehearsal, good first night. Seems to be true, for our performance at 2 o'clock was superb.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we went to a panto, it was Cinderella, nowhere near so good as Robinson Crusoe. It was all soppy, and they didnt throw &lt;u&gt;nuffin&lt;/u&gt; to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;We had Chinese supper, yum. We saw 'Oliver'. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-8687951693533264846?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8687951693533264846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=8687951693533264846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8687951693533264846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8687951693533264846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-30-1978.html' title='December 30, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-5900020024738191848</id><published>2006-12-29T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:54:10.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 29, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Today the kids (us three) stayed in Sowton at home.  We played around, rehearsed Ali Baba, romped, fought, 'claimed' property for fights, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Later on we went out in the garden.  We tossed, kicked, thumped, whacked, boxed, dribbled (in other words, manipulated or &lt;u&gt;propelled&lt;/u&gt;) a football between the three of us.  Then we climbed a tree or two.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner there was goose. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;I have no doubt that the goose was raised in the field that my grandfather rented to a farmer.  In fact, I think the goose, and a Christmas turkey, &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;the rent. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-5900020024738191848?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5900020024738191848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=5900020024738191848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/5900020024738191848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/5900020024738191848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-29-1978.html' title='December 29, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-3125106277669455874</id><published>2006-12-28T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:05:06.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 28, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we went into town (Exeter) and I got a Letts Schoolgirls Diary and four postcards of stamps. Then I went to the library where Daddy was and we had inspirations and puzzlements over my Christmas House Quiz. We all had a jam doughnut in the Milkmaid. After lunch we played around with Action men. I kitted one up for Arctic weather. We did lots of stuff, including our first rehearsal of Ali Baba, the play that came with Davids theatre. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;For those not familiar with the British school system, often schools are divided into "houses" which, in a boarding school, will be where you sleep, but in a day school, will either be just a group for pupils to compete with other groups, or will have a bit more internal structure. Ours had a tradition of fiendishly difficult Christmas Quizzes - think Times Crossword coupled with general knowledge - my dad was addicted, I think he suffered withdrawal symptoms when we left the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-3125106277669455874?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3125106277669455874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=3125106277669455874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/3125106277669455874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/3125106277669455874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-28-1978.html' title='December 28, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-5989449606410459521</id><published>2006-12-27T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:47:10.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 27, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we played in the garden until it was time to leave for Exeter.  On the way we stopped at Stonehenge + had lunch. We would have stopped at Montacute but it was shut.  We got to Exeter at 2.16.  We played with David and I made (started making) his toy theatre.  It is super.  We opened our presents from them, and I got five pounds!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;David (my uncle, who is two years younger than me) ended up taking Theatre Studies at university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-5989449606410459521?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5989449606410459521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=5989449606410459521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/5989449606410459521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/5989449606410459521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-27-1978.html' title='December 27, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-3308618925845688947</id><published>2006-12-26T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:06:59.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 26, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we (Jocelyn, Jane, Daddy and I) went to Aunt Ginnys. I played my flute, the carols that I played before + Jo sang. We gave her her presents and she gave us our presents. When we got home we had lunch and then opened those pressys. I got a book, the 'Girls Companion'. This afternoon we played around, I sewed, and other things. We saw Its a Knockout, then we went to Oxford St. to see the Christmas lasers. I preferred the traditional lights in Regent St. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I bet the shops weren't open and the whole of Oxford St. and Regent. St. packed with shoppers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-3308618925845688947?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3308618925845688947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=3308618925845688947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/3308618925845688947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/3308618925845688947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-26-1978.html' title='December 26, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08454681585814573397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>