<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:51:39.397Z</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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 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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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115006334220328144' title='0 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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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-114994817206883394</id><published>2007-04-01T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:47:04.821+01:00</updated><title 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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-6174027620916979677</id><published>2006-12-25T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:26:21.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 25, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Christmas Day, 78! First we opened our stockings. NO, first Joc + I woke up at 4.45 &lt;u&gt;a.m.&lt;/u&gt;.  Then we opened our stockings.  I got a 'bag o' bells' for soft toys.  Then we had to play Monopoly because the dads were at church. Then we opened our pressys! I got a school scarf, some gloves, some Turkish Delight, a book, a ring tree, two tokens, a &lt;u&gt;CALCULATOR&lt;/u&gt;! and lots more.  We went to the Rec for a while, came back + had dinner with crackers + indoor fireworks! Then this afternoon we played with our presents, watched tely, etc.  We saw The Sound of Music and a James Bond, Diamonds are Forever. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;This is exactly what I remember doing every Christmas Day of my childhood - watching James Bond, and getting very functional presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-6174027620916979677?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6174027620916979677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=6174027620916979677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/6174027620916979677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/6174027620916979677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-25-1978.html' title='December 25, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-8881596379026062659</id><published>2006-12-24T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:18:43.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 24, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Christmas Eve.  After breakfast we went to church.  After lunch Jocelyn + I polished the silver so we wouldn't have to go on a walk.  Then we went to a carol service and I played the flute.  Then we got home, had supper + hung our stockings up. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;I must have really hated going for walks... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-8881596379026062659?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8881596379026062659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=8881596379026062659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8881596379026062659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8881596379026062659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-24-1978.html' title='December 24, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-293787038618041316</id><published>2006-12-23T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:15:51.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December 23, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;It is M's birthday today.  First he opened his pressys and we watched him.  Then we had pancakes, some with maple syrup, some with blueberry syrup. Yum! Then we decorated the Christmas tree, and put the presents under it.  Then, after lunch, we went for a look at Hampton Court, but the maze was closed, so it was no good.  We had a birthday tea, J + M's mum + dad went out, and we had fondue and strawberry ice cream (not together!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I know Morgan always hated having his birthday so close to Christmas.  I imagine we thought that fondue was terribly sophisticated in the 1970s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-293787038618041316?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/293787038618041316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=293787038618041316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/293787038618041316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/293787038618041316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-23-1978.html' title='December 23, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-7871079215976835504</id><published>2006-12-22T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:38:56.929Z</updated><title type='text'>December 22, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We went to the panto! Daddy didn’t’ feel well so we took J’s friend Phillippa to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was glorious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was called Robinson Crusoe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was him, his mum and his brother (played by ‘Pike’ of Dad’s Army) Billy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Billy was a bit soppy and soft.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a man-eating plant and a Fairy Detergenta, who fought the Demon Oil Slick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;If you aren’t familiar with Dad’s Army, Pike is also quite soppy and soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-7871079215976835504?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7871079215976835504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=7871079215976835504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7871079215976835504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7871079215976835504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-22-1978.html' title='December 22, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-2388769433760615291</id><published>2006-12-21T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:35:44.859Z</updated><title type='text'>December 21, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;This morning I got everything ready of mine for our journey to Oxford and further.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At 10.15 we set out and arrived in oxford at 11.30.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to Browns for lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a club sandwhich, it was yum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrived at the Rees just after I finished sewing my elephant’s ears + tail on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;M, B + I ran an errand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when J arrived we practiced our carols.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After supper we went to a carol practice + then we had lovely cake at the Vicarage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then it was bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I don’t think I can still sew in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-2388769433760615291?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2388769433760615291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=2388769433760615291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/2388769433760615291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/2388769433760615291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-21-1978.html' title='December 21, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-8602249909047231703</id><published>2006-12-16T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:47:13.018Z</updated><title type='text'>December 16, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;This morning I did various things.  I cashed my 50p postal order from Aunt Deb, spent 40p of it on a model for Bobby, made a ‘Memory Board’ for Mummy, went to Dale St to help at the coffee morning, etc. etc. After piano I WENT TO THE BALLET with Janet, my godmother.  We went to Coventry Theatre.  It was “La Fille Mal Gardée”.  Although I have seen that production before I thourooghly enjoyed it and I loved every minute. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;I somewhat lost touch with my godmother for a while but my mother suggested I ask her to our wedding and I’m really glad I did – it’s been nice to be back in touch.   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-8602249909047231703?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8602249909047231703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=8602249909047231703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8602249909047231703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8602249909047231703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-16-1978.html' title='December 16, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-7418661547749803940</id><published>2006-12-10T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:42:05.212Z</updated><title type='text'>December 10, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Dear Yolande, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t written to you for ages! (except yesterday).  Sorry. I apologise.  Beg puddin’ (yes please!)  This  morning – hum – what did I do this morning?  You won’t know.  Yet.  Oh yes! This morning I slept late, and then when I woke I read ‘A Little Princess’.  Then after breakfast I began to sew the costume (mine) for the nativity play.  Then after lunch I made cards (Xmas).  There were some with glitter!  This is  ! because they were very nice but ¡ because I had to clear up!  We went on a walk later, then there was a church nativity play rehearsal.  In the evening I listened to ‘The Messiah’.  It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-7418661547749803940?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7418661547749803940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=7418661547749803940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7418661547749803940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7418661547749803940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-10-1978.html' title='December 10, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-1772146708175731880</id><published>2006-12-09T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:36:18.816Z</updated><title type='text'>December 9, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Dearest Yolande&lt;br /&gt;This morning I walked around complaining of my homework, practice being hard done by etc.  When I had practiced the piano I rang Catherine.  She came round.  We made a study of the class’ foot shapes (so that Lucy wouldn’t expect any Xmas presents when we drew round her feet for ballet shoes).  We then gave them a rest lesson by listening to a concert.  Then they had  a craft lesson (we decorated the room with paper chains, snowflakes from cut-up paper, angels from doilys, Xmas trees and balloons from tissue paper.  After lunch we made stuffed dates.  After piano I went to the library and then prepared a talk for English.  It is on ‘Dolls Now + Then’.  In the evening there was a dinner party.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Yesterday I passed my Bronze Self-Survival test!  Love, Katie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;Hope you realise these are my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dolls&lt;/span&gt; we are talking about! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-1772146708175731880?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1772146708175731880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=1772146708175731880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/1772146708175731880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/1772146708175731880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-9-1978.html' title='December 9, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-8510080628337311370</id><published>2006-12-02T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:24:42.480Z</updated><title type='text'>December 2, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;It snowed! The first snow of winter! I sewed + sewed + sewed on my nelliphant.  Then Amanda came and invited me to play.  After lunch + piano I did so, and we got some sweets each.  We invited Cath. and we all played a version of Blind Mans Buff where you hide an object (that rattles) and the blind man has to find it, drop it, try to catch another person, + the others have to try to get the object that rattles. I borrowed ‘The School at the Chalet’ from Amanda. &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/20155714-8510080628337311370?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8510080628337311370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=8510080628337311370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8510080628337311370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/8510080628337311370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-2-1978.html' title='December 2, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-7939891702677601795</id><published>2006-11-28T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:05:35.044Z</updated><title type='text'>November 28, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Not much has happened since I last wrote.  On the 18th the Addymans arrived.  They consist of Tom, Suzy (kids) Peter and I forget (parents).  Tom is quite nice but Suzy – well she seems to like a) making other people miserable and b) messing other peoples rooms up.  And last weekend (Sat.) I stayed the night with Catherine! We had a midnight feast.  On Saturday evening we read out lour from ‘The Silver Curlew’.  We finished it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britarch.ac.uk/BA/ba7/ba7int.html"&gt;Peter Addyman&lt;/a&gt; is a fairly famous archaeologist and &lt;a href="http://www.simpsonandbrown.co.uk/people/taddyman.html"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt; has followed in his father's footsteps. No idea what Suzy has gotten up to nor what their mother was called!&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/20155714-7939891702677601795?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7939891702677601795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=7939891702677601795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7939891702677601795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/7939891702677601795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-28-1978.html' title='November 28, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116393656276539644</id><published>2006-11-12T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:42:42.766Z</updated><title type='text'>November 12, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;This morning I finished off the school tunic for Jane, made her a notebook, an exercise book, and the like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then after lunch we went to get Catherine and we went skating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was very fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went round many times and Catherine did ver well for a beginner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-116393656276539644?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116393656276539644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116393656276539644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393656276539644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393656276539644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-12-1978.html' title='November 12, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116393648360014653</id><published>2006-11-11T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:41:23.620Z</updated><title type='text'>November 11, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Katie got up, and she had her breakfast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she started to make a desk for Jane, her dolly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When she went downstairs to get the covering paper she had to help Mummy make the guest bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when she was sewing a pencil case Amanda phoned and invited herself + 2 others (Sandra + Katie Sizer) round.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After lunch but before piano Katie went and bought 10p worth of Dolly Mixture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After piano the 3 came + she ha a not very good rehearsal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she made a tunic for her doll, had supper + went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-116393648360014653?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116393648360014653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116393648360014653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393648360014653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116393648360014653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-11-1978.html' title='November 11, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116263956385940378</id><published>2006-11-05T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:46:00.966Z</updated><title type='text'>November 5, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; This morning after breakfast I read and I played and I read some more, and I played Scrabble with Daddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then after lunch I ironed and then I went to Catherines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the park up by Milverton, but Amanda, whom we were supposed to be meeting was not there so we went back to her house where we read Bunty + talked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I got home I did my homework.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I saw Huntingtower and Sherlock Holmes, or half of it, rather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I think that Jane was actually my doll.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now updating posts from April.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-116263956385940378?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116263956385940378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116263956385940378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116263956385940378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116263956385940378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-5-1978.html' title='November 5, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116263936453223030</id><published>2006-11-04T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:14:12.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 36pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Today first I tried to make up a story but didn’t succeed, so instead played with Bobby + his magnets.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We made a compass in the sink.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went out and read in Goulds.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I phoned Catherine.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After lunch I had piano lesson.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went to the library + I got 3 books.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When Catherine arrived we took 3 photos of our school, schooled them + &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dressed Bobby up as a girl.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We played schools with them + gave them a sermon.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After supper we went to the bonfire party + saw a magnificent display of fireworks.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I saw All Creatures Great and Small.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;This is really my best guess at this entry as it’s in pencil, with pen on the other side of the page…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116263936453223030?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116263936453223030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116263936453223030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116263936453223030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116263936453223030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-4-1978.html' title='November 4, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116224447802838568</id><published>2006-10-31T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:26:30.786Z</updated><title type='text'>October 31, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This evening we went trick or treating.  I was an 'old bag' with curlers in my hair and carried a rolling pin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;It wasn't that common to go trick-or-treating in the 1970s in England, but we had understanding neighbours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116224447802838568?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116224447802838568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116224447802838568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224447802838568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224447802838568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-31-1978.html' title='October 31, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116224433476742722</id><published>2006-10-29T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:42:31.943Z</updated><title type='text'>October 29, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;TodayI when I had finished brekker I looked at the paper.  Then I went up to my room + I finished off, hemmed fastened etc. Sashas skirt and her cape.  Then after lunch I went back to my room where I planned a bonnet for Biddys doll, Emma Owl.  I went down stairs to cut it out and sew it where I had some trouble due to the fact that I did not thread the machine right. I finally got it finished when I typed a 'business' letter and some 'cards' which I posted to ehr.  Then after supper I saw A Special Kind of Love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;I think this may have been a film about the Special Olympics. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116224433476742722?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116224433476742722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116224433476742722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224433476742722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224433476742722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-29-1978.html' title='October 29, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116224391700005817</id><published>2006-10-28T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:31:57.003Z</updated><title type='text'>October 28, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;This morning I finshed off the dolls skirt.  Then I made a pouch for the mouse pin Biddy made for me. Then Mummy + Daddy came + everyone except the boys was packing in some form or other (i.e. packing picnic, suitcase).  We went out on our walk at about 12 and walked for a bit then had lunch.  After lunch we walked on and I got my leg cut on some barbed wire and I found a fossil.  Back home I made fully, a dolls cape.  Then we had supper + I saw 'Dr. Who'.  Then we drove home.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116224391700005817?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116224391700005817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116224391700005817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224391700005817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224391700005817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-28-1978.html' title='October 28, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116224356112410051</id><published>2006-10-27T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:26:01.126Z</updated><title type='text'>October 27, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Today first we went shopping.  I got some Kendall Mint Cake (KMC) from Kitchen 46.  Bob got aniseed pastels.  Bid got mint.  Then when we got home we went out to get Brigget (Midge) Bids friend.  We did some sewing and I made a good start on  a dolls skirt for Sasha.  After lunch we dressed up.  I was a boy and Bobby was a girl, and we ran away.  Then Midge had to go home.  I did some more sewing when we had fetched Piccy + co.  We (Bid + I) had a midnight feast.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;I don't think my brother has dressed up as a girl recently... perhaps I should check. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116224356112410051?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116224356112410051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116224356112410051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224356112410051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224356112410051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-27-1978.html' title='October 27, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116224330836831570</id><published>2006-10-26T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:16:31.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 26, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;What a day! First we fooled a bit + then Fiona took B + Bob + I to B's friend's house. She has a pony. We could not ride her for she was in foal but we groomed her which was lovely, wonderful. Then we played Totopoly. My horse won, with the aid of an unbreakable run and an unburstable blood vessel. After a scrumptious lunch we came back to Oxford anhd we waited from 3.15 to 5.00 to see Watership Down. It was super, but rather sad in places. You see, these five or six rabbits live in a warren which is to be built on top of, and one of them senses this. The five or six rabbits beleive him, so they run away. They have one doe with them but she is killed, so when they find a nice new warren they go and get some other rabbits from a sort of Communist warren. The police rabbits and leader come + fight them but the police lose. At the very end the rabbit who started it off dies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Biddy went to a "good school" so I suppose her friends were rather more high class than mine - I don't think any of mine had ponies!&lt;br /&gt;All together now... Bright Eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116224330836831570?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116224330836831570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116224330836831570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224330836831570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224330836831570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-26-1978.html' title='October 26, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116224263605724422</id><published>2006-10-25T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:10:36.060Z</updated><title type='text'>October 25, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Today I washed + dried by blue pinny fore + then we packed + left.  We arrived in Oxford + parked.  I spent a bout an hour in Blackwells childrens bookshop.  Then after lunch at 'Browns' we went to 'Laura Ashley's' were I got a &lt;u&gt;very very very&lt;/u&gt; pretty new dress + then at Oasis I got a bangle to match.  Then we went home + played + played.  When we went to bed we had a feast. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;Brown's is still in the same place in Oxford, and still one of my favourite restaruants.  It's also the scene of an incident, famous in my family, when my mother and my aunts went for lunch and waited ages and ages for service.  The table had not been cleared so my mother pocketed the tip the previous people had left, and then left it herself for the waiter that (eventually) served them. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116224263605724422?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116224263605724422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116224263605724422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224263605724422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116224263605724422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-25-1978.html' title='October 25, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116153264811642128</id><published>2006-10-24T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:01:32.320Z</updated><title type='text'>October 24, 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;Today we played around in the morning.  I read, and did a tiny bit on my Local History Badge.  Then I went to the Library, where although they did not have Jackdaw no 66 I got some nice books.  Then after lunch we went into Coventry.  I got some new jeans + we got a pomegranete and a coconut.  Then we went to read at Canley Library.  We got a good book and Jackdaw no 66.  Then we went home + got two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;gigantic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;pumpkins: one we weighed + it was 3 stone.&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;Canley library was the library attached to the education college, so it had a huge selection of children’s literature, it was one of my favourite places to go.  Must be the time of year for pomegranates, as we got one last week and this in our organic fruit and veg box.&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/20155714-116153264811642128?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116153264811642128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116153264811642128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153264811642128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153264811642128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-24-1978.html' title='October 24, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116153248418156371</id><published>2006-10-23T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:00:15.320Z</updated><title type='text'>October 23, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Here follows Half term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we went to the dentists.  I had a filling.  I will have to have a brace.  Then we went to Timothy Halls house.  He goes to our school.  First we struggled with his 1,500 piece jigsaw.  Then we went conker collecting.  After lunch we played football and first game we won 5-nil.  The second game was stopped – Bobby fell over.  We did some more jigsaw, played ‘Rush’ and then went home.  I watched television + at 7.00 I went to Guides.  We arranged quite a bit for our Entertainers.&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;Very dedicated Guide leaders – we are on a break this week because of our girls’ schools’ half term…&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/20155714-116153248418156371?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116153248418156371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116153248418156371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153248418156371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153248418156371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-23-1978.html' title='October 23, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116153234483262743</id><published>2006-10-22T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:03:04.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 22, 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 Amanda + I read for a bit then we had breakfast: it was French Toast.  Then we recorded a song context (all three of us lost) a gardening programme and ‘These You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Love or Else’, (from Russia).  We sneaked in a bit of ‘hospitals’ then Amanda had to leave. I then read.  Then there was lunch, and after that I did some ironing, and then I read, listened to a tape, and did my homework, which I kept stopping and stalling over, but was really very easy.  Then after supper, bath (after a prolonged wait) and a bit of seeing two boring and violent programes (Withering* Heights and A Horseman Riding By) I retired to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;*Wuthering&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:Arial Unicode 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/20155714-116153234483262743?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116153234483262743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116153234483262743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153234483262743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153234483262743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-22-1978.html' title='October 22, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116153215466473715</id><published>2006-10-21T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:00:46.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 21, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I listened to the radio and there was a childrens concert.  I went to the post office and I bought 2oz of Fairy Satins and 2oz of Dolly Mixture.  I went home + read for a bit.  After lunch I went to Piano lesson and then Amanda came for a bit. Then I bought myself a book called Felicia the Critic for 50p.  It is very good.  Then I had an eye appointment and I do not need new glasses.  Then I read some more.  After supper Amanda came back.  We saw ‘All Creatures Great + Small’ and then went to bed.  We had a half-nine feast.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;As opposed to a midnight feast, I assume…&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/20155714-116153215466473715?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116153215466473715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116153215466473715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153215466473715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116153215466473715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-21-1978.html' title='October 21, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100279464915666</id><published>2006-10-15T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:04:29.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I played around.  I went to see if a certain shop (our newsagents) which opens on Sundays had aniseed balls. Negative.  After lunch I cleaned my room up, vacuumed, cleaned a cupboard, defrosted our refridgerator for my guide Housekeeper badge.  Then I saw Star Turn Challenge: Carry-on v. News.  Bobby wanted News to win but I wanted Carry-on.  When they did Bobby said “Oh, I changed my mind”! In the evening I saw A Horseman Riding By.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I bet my mother wishes my enthusiasm for housekeeping had continued…&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/20155714-116100279464915666?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100279464915666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100279464915666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100279464915666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100279464915666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-15-1978.html' title='October 15, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100262344249951</id><published>2006-10-14T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T13:45:26.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 14, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I made a collage and I decorated the gingerbread biscuits I made yesterday with icing sugar.  These I took (with my two other competition entries) along to Dale Street.  I stayed for a bit + delivered some pickles.  Then I went home + had lunch.  When I went to Dale Street again I found that I had won one first prize and three second prizes, a total of £1.40! I then trundled along to Milverton, where I won a bottle of pop and a small piece of toffee.  When I got home I read Black Beauty + after supper, I saw, ‘All Creatures Great + Small’.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Must have been fete season at both the church where I went to Guides, and my old primary school.&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/20155714-116100262344249951?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100262344249951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100262344249951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100262344249951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100262344249951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-14-1978.html' title='October 14, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116021604600457260</id><published>2006-10-08T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:44:02.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 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 after brekker and a bit of a read in the nearby woods I went blackberry picking with Irene and Selma.  I picked a few and I stepped, ankle deep, into a very squelchy patch of ground, better known as a bog (no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;a loo).  When I had dried my socks and shoes by the fire and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;(‘all’ is not true) had had stew for lunch we struck the tent.  I did the washing up, the gadgets were dismantled, and the dining shelter was taken down.  After a cleanup + singsong we left.  In the evening I saw Sefton Blake.&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;Gadgets, for those who have never been Guides or Scouts, are constructions that you use as sinks, draining boards, plate holders, wellie holders, and general helpful furniture around camp.  We always used bamboo and rubber bands to make ours but apparently the official way was to use sticks and string.&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/20155714-116021604600457260?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116021604600457260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116021604600457260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021604600457260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021604600457260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-8-1978.html' title='October 8, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116021573060002503</id><published>2006-10-07T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:23:10.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 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 at 8.30 I went round to the church with my kit but I had to go back for my teds and my gumboots.  Then when we got to camp we discovered all the permutations for the top of the loo tent poles.  Then after a lunch of beefburgers we pitched tent.  I was in the tent at the time, but the others put dirt in Louisas cress sandwiches for packed tea.  In the evening we went on a jolly good ramble around the fields.  We had *Irene’s dog, Dougie, with us, and he literally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;pulled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;us over the ploughed fields in the dark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;*Our Guide Leader&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 remember that dog – some sort of smelly, hairy terrier thing…&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/20155714-116021573060002503?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116021573060002503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116021573060002503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021573060002503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021573060002503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-7-1978.html' title='October 7, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115961760618735272</id><published>2006-10-01T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:21:23.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>October 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;This morning at 9.20 when I had finished my brekker (or, as the French call it, little (petit) un (de) fast (jeun) en (I made it up) ing (er), Selma came. We considered badges and decided what to do for the Entertainers.  We looked at Commonwealth and looked around the house for things from the Commonwealth.  We found millions of toys from Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;After lunch I read ate sweets did homework etc. etc.  Then I saw Star Turn and Sexton Blake.&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;There are almost exclusively weekend entries from this point onwards – but I’m updating August entries still at the moment.&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/20155714-115961760618735272?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115961760618735272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115961760618735272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961760618735272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961760618735272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-1-1978.html' title='October 1, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115841575353499002</id><published>2006-09-30T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:08:34.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 30, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;From now on I will only keep a Holiday + Weekend Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;This morning Mummy + I went shopping, I got Catherines present which was a pack of Snoopy coloured pencils and a little tin called ‘My Book’.  I got some clogs! After lunch I wrapped Catherines present up, put it in a box, wrapped it up, put it in a shoe box, taped it up, put it in another shoe box, wrapped it up, and put the whole lot in a big cardboard box and wrapped it in newspaper.  She had a fun time undoing it! At the party we played charades and consequences.  In consequences you write down a certain thing and pass it on.  It is terribly funny.  Then we played sardines and hide and seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I still have a pack of coloured pencils like that somewhere – yes, I am a terrible hoarder – I don’t know if she gave it back to me or if I bought another one later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I think secondary school must have been very time-consuming, tiring or both.  The journey was a lot longer, for a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115841575353499002?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115841575353499002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115841575353499002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115841575353499002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115841575353499002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-30-1978.html' title='September 30, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115841543058184265</id><published>2006-09-25T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:10:32.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 25, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning in Art we drew our hands – first small then &lt;u&gt;GIGANTIC&lt;/u&gt;. After break we had Gografy + Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a break here for a few days, but do have a look at August entries - there are new ones coming on line every few days or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115841543058184265?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115841543058184265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115841543058184265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115841543058184265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115841543058184265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-25-1978.html' title='September 25, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115830697848871945</id><published>2006-09-24T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:23:51.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 24, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Today in the morning I lazed around and read and other such things.  Then after lunch I cycled to Catherines.  Immediately I got there we went to Amandas because Catherine had planned to go there anyway.  Once there we chatted.  We went back to Catherines.  I borrowed her ‘Make things Grandma Made’ + left.  In the evening we played Probe.  I saw ‘Withering Heights’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I'm not quite sure (and Google hasn't helped) if that's a mis-spelling for Wuthering Heights, or an interestingly-named programme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115830697848871945?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115830697848871945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115830697848871945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830697848871945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830697848871945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-24-1978.html' title='September 24, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115830679459920704</id><published>2006-09-23T08:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:23:23.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 23, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning Mummy + I went shopping for school supplies.  I got some sweets.  Then this afternoon I went to an M.N.A. Meeting.  We washed Susan Kitchen’s doll like a baby.  Then after Amanda left Catherine, Susan + I dressed up as old-fashioned people and started to plan a ‘Carnival Through the Ages’. &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/20155714-115830679459920704?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115830679459920704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115830679459920704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830679459920704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830679459920704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-23-1978.html' title='September 23, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115830673336751616</id><published>2006-09-22T08:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:02:28.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 22, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Today was Friday.  We had Maths first, and then Music.  In Music we learnt and wrote about &lt;u&gt;pitch&lt;/u&gt;.  Then we had Geography and we drew our plan of the classroom.  After break there was French and English.  We read from ‘A Christmas Carol’ in English.  After lunch there was Games.  After school we went swimming at the University.  I did all of the Bronze test but the bit with clothes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;We had our regular swimming lesson on Friday evening for years – I made it through the Bronze and Silver survival tests in the end but I don’t think I ever managed the Gold test because there was a speeded swimming section and I wasn’t fast enough.  I had the same problem as a student when I tried to do a Lifesaving course – slow but certain, that’s my swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115830673336751616?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115830673336751616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115830673336751616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830673336751616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830673336751616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-22-1978.html' title='September 22, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115830664166470190</id><published>2006-09-21T08:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:02:03.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 21, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;This morning we had Library and I got a book I have been looking for – A Child’s Day Through the Ages.  In Drama we did a bit of mime.  In French Mr. Vent was his usual funny self.  After break, in Biology, we made a slide for our microscope.  We have one between two. I went to the library in lunch hour.  Then there was Physical Science when we did some gasses experiments.  In Maths we did universal sets.  At home I saw Rentaghost and Blue Peter.  After supper I saw The Good Life and Mastermind. &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/20155714-115830664166470190?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115830664166470190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115830664166470190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830664166470190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115830664166470190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-21-1978.html' title='September 21, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115827001379297863</id><published>2006-09-20T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:50:35.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 20, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;In English I got a PG Wodehouse book from the Book box.  In our first French I thought Mr. Vent forgot homework.  In P.E. we did silly moving around things.l  After break we had history and first Maths.  Then in dinner time I went to netball practice which was &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt;!  After lunch there was R. E. and then there was French (we got homework) and then Maths.&lt;br /&gt;After school I had Piano. Now I have a grade 4 piano &lt;u&gt;EXAM&lt;/u&gt; piece! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; I was always a ‘joiner’ so I suppose I went to netball practiced voluntarily because it seemed like a good thing to do – because I know I didn’t carry on with it or get any good at it! I’m not what you’d call sporty…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115827001379297863?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115827001379297863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115827001379297863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115827001379297863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115827001379297863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-20-1978.html' title='September 20, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115826992537128810</id><published>2006-09-19T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:38:31.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Today I had a cold a sore throat a headache and a chest ache so I don’t remember much except that I joined the choir and we sang a Latin carol and an Old English carol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I have always been a keen singer – I sang in a church girls’ choir – probably the only one in England at the time – from when I was 12 to when I was about 17, and still sing in a choir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115826992537128810?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115826992537128810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115826992537128810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115826992537128810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115826992537128810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-19-1978.html' title='September 19, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115826983749660745</id><published>2006-09-18T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:38:03.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 18, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; Today we had three periods of Art.  We drew lines with different instruments and we did a ‘striped tablecloth’ picture.  After break we had History and Physical Science.  Then we had din-dins.  I was very tired so this is written on Wednesday + I don’t remember much else except that I went to Guides. &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/20155714-115826983749660745?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115826983749660745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115826983749660745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115826983749660745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115826983749660745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-18-1978.html' title='September 18, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115826970996779997</id><published>2006-09-17T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:14:03.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 17, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; This morning we played a bit with the Fisher-Prices and then had some fudge.  Then we went fungi-picking and I got some ‘orange-peel’, some jews ears, a stinkhorn, a rusticus, an earthball, and a VERY large bracket-fungi.  I took a photo of an even larger one.  After lunch (which was roast beef) we played at the park.  Then Clare + Stephanie left.  We went to look at some of Abbey Beavers mothers prints she made.  We got 3.&lt;br /&gt;After supper I saw the ‘Onedin Line’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; Abbey Beaver’s mother, Tessa, was an artist who did really nice &lt;a href="http://www.dnfa.com/search.asp?view=lotno&amp;auction=20100&amp;amp;lotno=507&amp;amp;uniqueid=326578-23"&gt;prints&lt;/a&gt; – woodcuts, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115826970996779997?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115826970996779997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115826970996779997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115826970996779997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115826970996779997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-17-1978.html' title='September 17, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115813961292197191</id><published>2006-09-16T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:24:22.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 16, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;The morning we played with the Fisher Price toys and I did some reading and we played The London Game and Cluedo.  Then after lunch Clare Billet, Stephanie Billet, Bobby Alcock, Eric Billet (adult) and I went to Victoria Park.  We had a great time and whilst we were at the upper half the Halls (Timothy, Jon + Benj) came.  We went home + played murder in the Dark.  After supper WE SAW AN ECLIPSE OF THE MOON!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; Clare and Stephanie’s mother, Lesley, is my godmother – they are still family friends.  Clare is an engineer, Stephanie is a driving instructor, and Lesley and Eric are retired from teaching, and being a &lt;a href="http://people.brunel.ac.uk/%7Edtstehb/"&gt;professor of design&lt;/a&gt;, respectively – and they were all at our wedding. I recently ran into Tim Hall again by accident – he saw my name on an email that went round to friends and, as mine is a bit more distinctive than his, he thought it must be me, and got in touch – in fact, he also came to our wedding, and we still bump into him occasionally.  His brothers, Jonathan and Benjamin, are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusually, I'm quite a way ahead with typing up this diary so will continue to publish a new entry daily (as far as possible) but will try and go back and type up more of the August entries.  So if you are reading this and have read earlier entries, it's worth going back to see if there's any you missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you like it, or it's triggered any memories, or both - please comment! I know I have a few readers but almost no comments.&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/20155714-115813961292197191?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115813961292197191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115813961292197191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813961292197191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813961292197191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-16-1978.html' title='September 16, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115813919262050359</id><published>2006-09-15T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:48:24.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 15, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Today we had music, and there were tryouts for the choir.  In Maths we did some work on sets. In Geography we were given books and we wrote about what a map is.  Then in French we did some conversations.  In English we wrote the rules of setting out and marking.  After lunch (or din-dins) we had games.  Games was first netball with some catching and stopping games, and then hockey.  This was passing the ball back and forth to your partner.  After school we went swimming, which I enjoyed.  Then the Billets came. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt;I’m not sure if it was me, or the children who had been to prep school, who called it “din-dins”. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115813919262050359?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115813919262050359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115813919262050359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813919262050359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813919262050359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-15-1978.html' title='September 15, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115813912491723099</id><published>2006-09-14T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:35:50.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 14, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt;Today we had Library lesson.  We got three tickets apiece.  Then we had Drama and were told what we would be doing in Drama.  Then we had French, and then Biology, when we talked about the characteristics of living things.  After din-dins I went to the library, got three books out, and read. Then we had Physical Science, and we started ‘What is Matter Made Of?’.  Then we had a times test in Math (I got 23/26) and I went home.  I had Piano and Miss Cranston gave me a Grade 4 alternative exam piece.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115813912491723099?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115813912491723099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115813912491723099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813912491723099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813912491723099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-14-1978.html' title='September 14, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115813890553020049</id><published>2006-09-13T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:16:44.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 13, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day at school was terriffic.  I woke at 4.30 a.m.  First thing and King Henry VIII I met Katie Minion who sits by me.  She is nice.  Mr Vent did the ‘&lt;u&gt;form&lt;/u&gt;alities’ and then he played us a record, read us Chapter 1 of Great Expectations, and gave us a quiz on things beginning with S.  After ‘din-dins’ there was R.E. which consisted of handing out English books, French, which was French, similar English words and a bit of Latin.  Then there was Assembely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt; Mr Vent, my form teacher, was given to this type of pun – the kind of thing that pleases a bright eleven-year-old but annoys teenagers and adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115813890553020049?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115813890553020049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115813890553020049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813890553020049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115813890553020049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-13-1978.html' title='September 13, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115805958176041494</id><published>2006-09-12T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:13:01.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 12, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt; This morning I read for a bit + then Leslie Longstaff came to test me on my Cooks badge.  I made Blackberry + apple crumble, Cole slaw, and some Coffee for Leslie.  I passed with flying colours.  After lunch I went to the library and then I went conker-hunting in the park.  I got quite a few.  When we got home I did STAMPING (see Feb 5).  Then I watched kids programmes and then after supper I saw Happy Ever After.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; I still love cooking…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115805958176041494?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115805958176041494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115805958176041494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805958176041494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805958176041494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-12-1978.html' title='September 12, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115805936943371776</id><published>2006-09-11T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:09:29.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This morning Mummy + I made two 3 ½ lb of fruit batches of damson jam.  That was fun.  Then after lunch Mummy, Bobby and I went swimming.  My crawl is greatly improving.  After that Francie came to play but Bobby played with her while I earned 20p picking blackberrys.  After supper I went to Guides which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; I’ve been thinking today about what I was doing on the same day 5 years ago – as it happens, making a plane journey – from the UK to Kenya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115805936943371776?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115805936943371776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115805936943371776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805936943371776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805936943371776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-11-1978.html' title='September 11, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115805922281682391</id><published>2006-09-10T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:49:36.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 10, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today Biddy + Pixter came ON TIME!?! Bobby + Piccy went to the dig in Coventry while Bid + I played here both in + out.  After lunch we went for a walk by Newbold Common.  Bobby + I almost ran 1 mile.  This evening I saw ‘The Onedin Line’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; My father was a keen amateur archaeologist (I’m not sure if his older knees allow it any more) and was involved with several digs locally – and Biddy and Nicholas’ father was an archaeologist.  In fact, my father was thinking about archaeology as a profession, but decided chemistry was more secure, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115805922281682391?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115805922281682391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115805922281682391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805922281682391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805922281682391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-10-1978.html' title='September 10, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115805896614305514</id><published>2006-09-09T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:02:46.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 9, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I read and helped Daddy and then I went to Goulds to look at books and do some reading.  When I got back Amanda came and we went to the library together.  I lost my card so I took Bobby’s After lunch I made peanut butter brownies, ordinary brownies, and a mess.  After supper I saw ‘Masterspy’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;My mother just told me that she happened to bump into Amanda’s father while getting her tyre fixed (I’ve skipped the long story about my 2-year-old niece trying to help and my mum’s friend babysitting her).  Amanda has multiple sclerosis.  Very sobering.&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/20155714-115805896614305514?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115805896614305514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115805896614305514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805896614305514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115805896614305514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-9-1978.html' title='September 9, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115799413121440091</id><published>2006-09-08T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:02:11.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 8, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Adrian came.  At first we played Adrian’s ‘Mouse trap’ game.  Then the boys played Space-ships while I read.  After lunch I went swimming.  When I got back I read until we got Jill.  Jill and I played with my dolls and after supper I saw ‘The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I think that Jill, being at a less expensive school than Adrian or my brother and myself, must have already gone back to school.  As my mother used to say, in terms of schooling “the more you pay, the less you get”.&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/20155714-115799413121440091?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115799413121440091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115799413121440091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799413121440091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799413121440091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-8-1978.html' title='September 8, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115799393521635530</id><published>2006-09-07T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:58:55.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 7, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Leslie Longstaff came for a chat about my cooks and she will test me on Tuesday.  Then I read, and played with the dolls until lunch.  After lunch I went swimming.  When I got back Zeta was here and she passed me on my toymakers badge.  When she left Mummys friend and her little girl Naiomi came.  After that Katie Sizer came.  We saw ‘Three for the Road’.  After supper I saw ‘The Good Live’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Leslie and Zeta were both friends of my mum’s who appear to have kindly offered to test me on my Guide badges – the tester is supposed to be someone other than a regular Guider or a member of the family.  Naomi Hawkes’ mother, Alice, is from Uganda; Naomi is now a &lt;a href="http://www.22oldbuildings.co.uk/default.aspx?sID=763&amp;cID=109&amp;amp;ctID=11&amp;amp;lID=0"&gt;barrister&lt;/a&gt;.&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/20155714-115799393521635530?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115799393521635530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115799393521635530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799393521635530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799393521635530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-7-1978.html' title='September 7, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115799358147926560</id><published>2006-09-06T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:53:01.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 6, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt; This morning we shopped.  I got a rubber and a pencil sharpener.  When we got back I read until lunch time.  After lunch Bobby + I went swimming.  I wore my new goggles.  This afternoon Claudie + Anne-Gaelle came.  She (Anne-Gaelle) played with me.  She is so cute.  I went blackberry picking and earned 15p.  Then I read till supper + after supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; Anne-Gaelle was the child of some friends who, when I was older, I babysat for.  They didn’t have a telly so I remember listening to Live Aid on Radio 1 at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115799358147926560?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115799358147926560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115799358147926560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799358147926560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799358147926560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-6-1978.html' title='September 6, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115799325565130672</id><published>2006-09-05T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:48:09.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 5, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt; Today I made some doll clothes for my Toymaker badge and I got ‘The Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Historical Novels’, ‘The Young Londoner through the Ages’ and ‘Children in the Tower’ from the library.  At 10’ clock I went swimming.  I can do an almost standing dive now.&lt;br /&gt;The chlorine bothers my eyes no end and so I got some Optrex and at the same time a quarter of sweets for me.  There are exactly 21 – three a day for a week.  I read and played around until Jill + Adrian came.  Jill + I read Beano.  After supper I read ‘The Young Londoner’. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115799325565130672?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115799325565130672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115799325565130672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799325565130672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115799325565130672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-5-1978.html' title='September 5, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115792035811190156</id><published>2006-09-04T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:32:38.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 4, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today I went out to look at toys for my Toymaker badge.  Amanda and Catherine came for a M.N.A. meeting and we all pretended to get lost around Feldon and sprain our ankle.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I went swimming at the Pump Rooms with Debbie but it was fearfully crowded.  There was only a very short Guides meeting so we could all see the James Bond film.  It was “On Her Majestys Secret Service”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; Those were the days when you could only watch something on TV when it was actually on… I think the M.N.A. was some sort of First Aid/Nursing club we made up – I’m not sure if I had, at that point, decided I wanted to be a doctor yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115792035811190156?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115792035811190156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115792035811190156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115792035811190156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115792035811190156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-4-1978.html' title='September 4, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115792028166158386</id><published>2006-09-03T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:31:21.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 3, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;font face = "Comic Sans MS"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the park.  The Bonehams were there but nothing happened.  When we got home Jocelyn and I made fudge.  We ate the lot.  Joss and I played in my room with the Fisher Price until we had a barbeque lunch.  They left after that.  I completely made a dolls house bedroom for my Toymakers badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face = Times&gt; I still have a sweet tooth and still occasionally make fudge but I don’t think I’ve eaten a whole batch at once for a while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115792028166158386?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115792028166158386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115792028166158386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115792028166158386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115792028166158386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-3-1978.html' title='September 3, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115792022520882380</id><published>2006-09-02T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:33:32.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went for a walk over a hill.  We also went in a church and saw a sundial which showed the time in all civilised parts of the world then known.  After we had lunch we went to Tewkesbury.  We saw the abbey there and we climbed its tower.  Then we drove home (via Upton Snodsbury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;That’s one of  my favourite Silly Cotswold Place Names…&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/20155714-115792022520882380?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115792022520882380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115792022520882380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115792022520882380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115792022520882380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-2-1978.html' title='September 2, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115791953504551271</id><published>2006-09-01T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:35:25.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>September 1, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Today in the morning we went to the park but the Boneams were there and Andrew Bonham pulled some of my hair out.  So we left.  Immediately.  Then after lunch we went for a walk by the canal.  There were 15 locks on the side of the bridge we walked on, and 1 the other side, which makes 16 locks, 32 pairs of gates and 64 gates.  When we got home we played a lot but did not go near the park.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Bonhams were one of those families with one, extremely rough, child in every year at school.  Sometimes two…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-115791953504551271?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115791953504551271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115791953504551271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115791953504551271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115791953504551271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-1-1978.html' title='September 1, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100358688578977</id><published>2006-08-31T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:03:53.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 31, 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;Today Catherine came to play at my house. We made M.N.A. handbooks and I was tested for my first First Aid Badge. I passed with flying colours.  It was the same as Brownie First Aid.  We had soup for lunch.  Then I went to her house and we made a horrible mixture of flavoured + coloured water with Dettol, vinegar and bicarb in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;When I got home Morgan + Dodo were here.&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;If you have ever read the Treasure Seekers, by E. E. Nesbit, the children in that get in trouble for making fake medicine – we obviously hadn’t learnt their lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I've now "joined up" the August and September/October entries so I'm going to start updating the April entries that are missing.&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/20155714-116100358688578977?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100358688578977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100358688578977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100358688578977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100358688578977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-31-1978.html' title='August 31, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100346220116200</id><published>2006-08-30T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:02:54.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 30, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I went to Catherines and we made pictures by painting ink on paper and then painting over it in bleach and we also painted pictures in white paint, went over them in indian ink and washed them under a tap and a picture came.  After lunch we went lamp shopping in Coventry and got a lamp of a beer jar.  Stoneware.&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/20155714-116100346220116200?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100346220116200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100346220116200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100346220116200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100346220116200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-30-1978.html' title='August 30, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100337887604238</id><published>2006-08-29T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:02:31.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 29, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I went to Catherines and we tried to fake an accident but Amanda guessed what it was and didn’t help.  We played ball games, ‘Sevenses’.  After lunch I went blackberry picking and then I went on a walk to Saxon Mill which everyone insits is Saxon.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I imagine my father knows about the genuine history of Saxon Mill and had indoctrinated us… &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/20155714-116100337887604238?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100337887604238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100337887604238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100337887604238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100337887604238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-29-1978.html' title='August 29, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100328077526825</id><published>2006-08-28T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:02:05.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 28, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I woke at 9 and at 10 I went to Cat’s for a Milverton Nurses Association meeting and I was enrolled and we got books for handbooks.  In the afternoon Mummy and Daddy and Bobby and I went for a walk around Hill Wooton and Leek Wooton.  We saw lots of butterflies and we picked wheat and blackberries to make drop scones.  I saw ‘Lifemanship’.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Catherine and my other friends and I were obviously not satisfied with having Guides, we needed our own uniformed organisation. However I don’t think I ever had any thoughts of being a nurse – I was always going to be a doctor.&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/20155714-116100328077526825?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100328077526825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100328077526825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100328077526825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100328077526825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-28-1978.html' title='August 28, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100311677169804</id><published>2006-08-27T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:00:44.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 27, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today is Sunday.  I did some stamp collecting (stamping) and I am only now sorting out the ones Dodo left me when she went away and we stayed in her house.  I went with daddy on a dig in Coventry of a Medeivial house.  I found a nail and a nail head.  Daddy says they will be useful.  After lunch I stamped some more and I played out.  Then (while I was out side) I practiced a ball rhyme Am and Cat taught me.  I saw the Onedin Line.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I saw my father the other day and he was telling me about some mediaeval houses he is helping to restore – they haven’t been lived in for 50 years and they are going to create a “living museum” type place but with all new objects so schoolchildren can handle, and break, them.&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/20155714-116100311677169804?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100311677169804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100311677169804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100311677169804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100311677169804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-27-1978.html' title='August 27, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116100295218617227</id><published>2006-08-26T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:00:10.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 26, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I woke at 1 in the morning and I read and read until I got up at 6.  I had porrige. This morning I read and played outside and after lunch I went to the library.  I got out 6 books and reserved 2, 1 for Daddy, 1 for me.  Catherine and Amanda came so I went to play with them.  We went to the doll museum in Warwick and we climbed St. Marys tower. There are 159 steps.  We caught a bus back.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I still suffer really badly from jet-lag but I don’t feel so much like climbing tall towers the same day now!&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/20155714-116100295218617227?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116100295218617227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116100295218617227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100295218617227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116100295218617227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-26-1978.html' title='August 26, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116030782793175328</id><published>2006-08-25T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:47:40.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 25, 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;Dear Yolande,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Back in England.  I miss Grandma and Grandpa a lot.  Did I tell you about Tina? Yes, I did.  Well, I think she is just like you.  I wish you could come and stay with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Anyway, we finished our flight and Daddy met us.  Then we drove home.  On the way we got some bananas, and when we got back to 18 Portland Pl. we had fish and chips.  I saw ‘The Young Daniel Boone’ and went to bed.  I got 2 letters from Catherine.&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/20155714-116030782793175328?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116030782793175328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116030782793175328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030782793175328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030782793175328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-25-1978.html' title='August 25, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116030771187971748</id><published>2006-08-24T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:46:09.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 24, 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;Today we set off for San Francisco at 8.40.  I slept most of the way.  Then we saw the Lawrence Hall of Science.  It was super.  There was a Phisics lab (where Mummy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;wasn’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;shocked), the Biology lab (where I got bitten by a rat) and the Planatarium (where we saw 2 shows).  I had Scallopps at the Airport Hilton for dinner.  Our plane took off at 9.15 and I slept from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That would be "shocked" with a Van der Graaf generator rather than "shocked" at the dreadful nature of the exhibits, I am assuming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20155714-116030771187971748?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116030771187971748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116030771187971748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030771187971748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030771187971748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-24-1978.html' title='August 24, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116030760310432754</id><published>2006-08-23T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:44:40.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 23, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I worked for Tinas father and I earned $2.50.  We went out to lunch at the Plaza Linda, a Mexican restraunt in Carmel valley.  Then we went swimming in Carmel valley.  Luckily I took my watch off FIRST (see August 7).  We also went material shopping and I got a Hollie Hobby doll kit.  Bobby and I had some bubble gum. Tina and Mellissa came and we had ice cream cones.  Then we said goodbye.  We had steak for dinner.  I saw 1/2 of ‘Willie Wonkas Chocolate Factory’.  I am hungry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;I’m assuming it was the film that made me hungry as even with my food obsession that sounds like a fairly filling day!  When the Johnny Depp film came out recently I thought I hadn’t seen the 1970s version but it seems I saw part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;This may well have been the last time (can’t remember exactly) we had a regular set of trips to the US as the following year I turned 12 and would have had to pay full fare – so I’m not sure I saw Tina or Melissa again.  I remember having great fun with my American friends over the years but it is hard when you are that age to pick up a new friendship and leave them without any thought of seeing them again, after only a few weeks.  I also remember my mother not being very encouraging of some friends – perhaps she didn’t think much of their mothers’ movie choices!&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/20155714-116030760310432754?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116030760310432754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116030760310432754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030760310432754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030760310432754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-23-1978.html' title='August 23, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116030728561879528</id><published>2006-08-22T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:34:45.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 22, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today this morning we had pancakes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we played around and went shopping until we had an early lunch. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After lunch we went to the beach with Tina and Melissa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way back Tina’s shorts flew out of the window so mummy took her back to get them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then after ham for supper we went to a movie that Tinas Mother took us to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was Hot Lead and Cold Feet about two brothers one a ‘towny’ the other a desperado.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They race to see who inherits their dads land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a draw.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent the night at Tinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-116030728561879528?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116030728561879528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116030728561879528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030728561879528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116030728561879528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-22-1978.html' title='August 22, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116021635900616403</id><published>2006-08-21T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:30:00.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 21, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning we went shopping and I read.  And played the piano.  We walked up to Granpas office and to a seed shop via the golf course.  I helped an old man (Grandpa) across the road and Bobby helped an old woman (Mummy) across the road. After lunch Daddy phoned to say we didn’t get this super house in Bubbenhall.  Tina came to play.  We had steak for dinner.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;All through my middle childhood we were always threatening to move – but we never did. My father still lives in the same house I grew up in – he is just about to have a party to celebrate 40 years of living there.&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/20155714-116021635900616403?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116021635900616403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116021635900616403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021635900616403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021635900616403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-21-1978.html' title='August 21, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-116021619893895072</id><published>2006-08-20T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:29:16.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 20, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today we went to Pebble Beach. We saw Bird Rock (with seals on) and Seal Rock (with birds on).  We went paddling and we sank into the sand up to our ankles.  We also made sand castles which were washed away.  After lunch Melissa came to play and then we went to Dennis the Menace park where we went on the boats.  We got stuck on the island but some friendly ‘natives’ helped us.  Then we went to the actual park , where I had a blueberry Sno-cone.  When we got back Tina was back from her horse show, so we played for a while.  Then back home, after suppler, we saw ‘Disney World’.&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/20155714-116021619893895072?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/116021619893895072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=116021619893895072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021619893895072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/116021619893895072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-20-1978.html' title='August 20, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115961740153684312</id><published>2006-08-19T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:06:35.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 19, 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;Today is my half birthday.  We went shopping at Longs to get me a new watch.  It is gold (at least the face is) coloured and the numbers are like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Edwardian Script ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;7.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Although the base is just plain, the metal that shows is gold coloured.  I think it is the most beautiful watch ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I went over to Tinas to see if she wanted to go and see ‘The Pale Pink Dragon’.  She did, so after lunch we saw it.  It was at the Navy.  I got my program signed by all the cast except the flower dancers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;After supper we played bridge.  Grandpa helped me and my partner was dummy so I won.&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;Because my birthday is in February my grandparents always made a big thing of my half-birthday as it was when they were more likely to see me.  The Navy is the Naval Postgraduate School which was where my grandfather worked.&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/20155714-115961740153684312?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115961740153684312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115961740153684312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961740153684312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961740153684312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-19-1978.html' title='August 19, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115961716176135028</id><published>2006-08-18T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:05:32.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 18, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today we practiced our skit.  Then we made animals from paper towels and camoflauged them with natural materials.  Then we hid them around the camp for the counsellors to find.  We also went to the ropes course, went on one thing and played some games.  After lunch we did our skits but Mummy and Grandma came to late.  We went swimming at Pattys when we got home and then we had Florence and George to dinner.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;It sounds like I had a great time at camp, I’m sorry I didn’t go for longer!&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/20155714-115961716176135028?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115961716176135028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115961716176135028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961716176135028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961716176135028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-18-1978.html' title='August 18, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115961705759084536</id><published>2006-08-17T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:03:47.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 17, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning after flag ceremony we made rocks into paperweights.  Then we went on a string hunt around the camp, and then we went on a treasure hunt around Camp Chaneya.  I got a shark (rubber).  After lunch at the Tipi camp the lady who used to own Camp Chaneya came to tell us what farming used to be like when her grownup daughters were 2 and 3.  Camp 6 (us!) made Indian medicine bags and we went to the fossil pit.  Then we practiced our skit and went home.  Back home Tina came to play.&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/20155714-115961705759084536?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115961705759084536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115961705759084536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961705759084536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115961705759084536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-17-1978.html' title='August 17, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115911856240528387</id><published>2006-08-16T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:22:42.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 16, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today a girl fell off the tree and broke her arm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We (Camp 6) went on a hike around the camp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw deer tracks and we &lt;u&gt;slid&lt;/u&gt; down the chapparelle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also went to the fossil pit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a cookout with hamburgers, hot dogs, baked beans, corn on the cob, smores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Smores are graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows (toasted).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had and ABC hike (I found everything except Y and Z) and we found other things in nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A photographer came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I got home Tina came to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the evening I had popcorn balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Graham crackers are small and square and taste a little like digestive biscuits, but nicer… mmmm….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-115911856240528387?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115911856240528387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115911856240528387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911856240528387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911856240528387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-16-1978.html' title='August 16, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115911835791660467</id><published>2006-08-15T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:19:17.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 15, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today the bus was quite (very) late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I played up the trees until it came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After flag ceremony we went to the ropes course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a tightrope with two ropes to hang on to, a tight log, some swings that you go along from one to one, and a rope ladder stretched between two trees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I managed everything except the tight log.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That woggled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;After lunch we discussed a skit for Friday, made a banner for our camp, and painted our faces with paint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had two crescents and two stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We played a barnyard game where you pick corn from stones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we got home we went to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I’m really surprised I managed the rope ladder – I remember being really poor at this in P.E. class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-115911835791660467?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115911835791660467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115911835791660467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911835791660467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911835791660467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-15-1978_15.html' title='August 15, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115911812601998361</id><published>2006-08-15T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:15:26.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 15, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;We set out at 8.30 for camp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At camp we climbed a tree until the bus arrived with most of the campers. It was rather late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to Tipi Camp to play some games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When our camps were announced (I am in Camp 6, the closest to Tipi, Carpark, Cabin etc.) we went there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we made name tags from wood, pasta letters and beans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we went on an exploration hike and had lunch at Tipi camp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After lunch we learned some knots for honour beads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we had a fire drill, made Indian symbols in the cliff by the dried up creek, and were driven home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus ends our first day of camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I think this was a camp run by the city – which would be called a summer playscheme in the UK – here a ‘camp’ would be something you stayed over at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 72pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-115911812601998361?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115911812601998361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115911812601998361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911812601998361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911812601998361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-15-1978.html' title='August 15, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115911791608272834</id><published>2006-08-13T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:11:56.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 13, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I played Go with Bobby 2 times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I won, once he won.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I read More Adventures of the Great Brain, but I lost that so I read ‘Oh, Lizzie’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I set Bobby a treasure hunt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After lunch we went swimming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we got back I read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had three kids to tea, and we chased ‘The Dreaded Janice’ (the eldest).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After supper I saw ‘Disney World’ and ‘Rhoda’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I am not even going to attempt to reproduce my writing on this entry, where all the letter ‘I’s were stretched down to the end of the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/20155714-115911791608272834?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115911791608272834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115911791608272834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911791608272834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115911791608272834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-13-1978.html' title='August 13, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20155714.post-115894706023339055</id><published>2006-08-12T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:44:20.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>August 12, 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We had pancakes this morning for breakfast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a cowboy and Bobby had The Incredible Hulk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WE played Go and detectives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After lunch we went to the beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It ws terriffic fun but I didn’t swim in with any of the bigger waves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we got home we had showers and then I ate some apple peel and played outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I read (and finished) ‘Victoria’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After supper I saw ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was funny.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 36pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We used to love having shaped pancakes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No idea what book ‘Victoria’ was…&lt;/p&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/20155714-115894706023339055?l=theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/feeds/115894706023339055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20155714&amp;postID=115894706023339055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115894706023339055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20155714/posts/default/115894706023339055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyeariturnedeleven.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-12-1978.html' title='August 12, 1978'/><author><name>DrSpouse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AhhlNjfCa6Y/ScqM7ebpf3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/WqJDyLqCQ7w/s1600-R/amplgrlg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
