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Ever received a file in a format that you can’t open? There are a number of websites now that enable you to convert files from one format to another. Two in particular stand out:

• http://media-convert.com
• http://zamzar.com

Hope you find them useful. They can be used to convert text documents/pdfs, music, video, webpages,…. Best way to find out what they can do is probably to just explore the free sites yourself!

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I’m updating a few bits of backend code and adding a newsletter system… so for those of you that have complained about the lack of emails recently, please register your details on the site and I’ll make sure you get to hear from me more often! (the newsletter script isn’t in place yet so you can’t signup specifically for the newsletter as yet, but if you register your address I’ll let you know once it’s working)

There are lots more photos online now too, though there are still occasional problems displaying them – working on this one still…

Have several posts lined up for the next couple of weeks, so there should be a lot of new content showing in the next few days (at last I hear you cry!)

Although there have been loads of hits/visitors to the site recently there have been very few comments and ratings added – please take time to click on the stars or leave a comment if you can…. it encourages me to post more lol

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Ever wondered what the words to this nursery rhyme are all about?

Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Up and down the City road,
In and out the Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.

‘weasel’ refers to the cockney rhyming slang ‘weasel and stoat’, meaning coat, and ‘pop’ is slang for ‘pawn; so the line ‘pop goes the weasel’ could equally be ‘go pawn your coat’!  After all that rice and treacle, not to mention a swift half down at the Eagle on City Road in North London, finances were obviously a little tight!

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Contrary to popular opinion, Humpty Dumpty was not an egg, but a cannon, used in the English Civil War.

‘Humpty Dumpty’ sat on the wall besides St Mary’s Church until a Parliamentary cannon destroyed part of the wall, causing ‘Humpty Dumpty’ to fall. The “Kings Men” (aka Royalists, Cavaliers) attempted to put the cannon back on another part of the wall but, due to the weight, they could not “put Humpty together again”

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Not too sure how it’s come about now, but I’m becoming increasingly involved in a new fibromyalgia support site at http://fibromyalgiasupport.co.uk/forum – it’s great to be able to help and encourage others without having to leave to comfort of the settee or bed!

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I know FMS isn’t easy to understand or explain, but sometimes people’s reaction and responses to things are quite amusing in a pain-inducing ironic kind of way.

Take yesterday for example.  We went to Tits ‘n’ Tots at the local church, and the minister happened to be coming out as we were going in.  We had a brief chat about how I was and ‘what was it again that was wrong?’.  She commented on how good it was that I was walking, as the last time she saw me I was in my wheelchair.  I’m all for positive thinking – it’s all that keeps me going some days – so I smiled and said yes.  Really wished afterwards that I’d been a bit more honest, and explained that I was walking because the short walk from the car to the hall is just about managable provided I don’t stand in the car park for five minutes talking whilst holding baby, and that I actually have no choice but to walk since they do not have disabled access (or parking grrrr….) and I can’t life myself and the chair up the steps and over the irritating ledge of the door.

Needless to say, having stood and had our brief conversation I was in great pain and utterly exhausted.  It was a great relief, then, to have a friend offer to look after Samuel for the afternoon.  He had a wonderful time and I had a much needed rest.  Much needed not only because of the exhaustion of the morning and lack of sleep, but because had I not had that rest then I would have probably keeled over whilst standing in their garden for 20 minutes that evening having said thanks and goodbye while waiting for the newly resumed conversation to end.

I think I need to sit in front of my lightbox for an hour or ten before I’m mistaken for Victor Meldrew…

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