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Is when I write a post about Hay fever, I return to the Blogger dashboard to find a flipping Google Ad advising me of the treatment I can purchase in London, for....yep, you guessed it....my hay fever allergy. This is possibly more annoying than the allergy in the first place.

I forget during winter, but as swiftly as summer arrives I realise that I am a hay fever sufferer and at the moment I stuck between trying to figure out whether hay fever is pretty bad or whether I have an actual cold, because the symptoms for both are almost identical, but the result is equally as annoying to me. Just so frustrating, it really is depressing at times, summer. Just not fun.

I used to enjoy using eBay. It has at times proved quite a useful tool for disposing of items and also buying items, every now and then. I try to be a good ebayer, I pay quickly through eBay and to be fair I kind of like having that reciprocated. Over the last few weeks I've had a whirl of a time dealing with attempting to get rid of our first pram. I thought it would be relatively easy as it's a fairly easy process. I have put it into a fairly simple equation, which I present here; Person wants to sell (x) person wants to buy (y) paypal (f) satisfactory transaction (g) Hence; X + y + (f) = g Simples, as those annoying puppet ferrets would say on the tele. Except the two complete muppets I've dealt with on eBay lately. I will call them; time waster and can't read. For reasons I will now explain. Time waster won the buggy first. The first excuse was, 'oh my paypal is down, can I pay on collection?', oh, okay. Not my usual response but I was feeling generous. I th...

1 - Attending a funeral for a man, who really didn't deserve that. 2 - A large glass of Jack Daniels. 3 - Kate Bush: 'a woman's work' on repeat. starting with the line 'Pray God you can cope' 4 - Thinking of my children and who'll look after them when I am not here (see number 1). 5 - Hating that I can't do anything about number 4 and will miss so much of their life. And I don't want to miss a moment. 6 - wish I could turn off my brain thinking, just once. 

Moved into a very uncomfortable place today. I returned to running club. A place I have not been for a long time, loads of excuses and complications along the way, but I am back there and the last few weeks that I have been out and running/racketballing has seemed to help and the evening session wasn't as tough as I had imagined it could have been. The one noticeable drawback is that training on a playing field really punished my legs, which are far more used to the feel of tarmac, which although jars the joints, doesn't sap strength quite as impressively like a grassy, shock absorbing field. For those asking, I hear, what is the toughest terrain to train/run on? Sand, every time, just plain difficult and strength destroying I've found. So here we go again, I have a half marathon in August. There is three years of neglect to turn around.

I had the pleasure of using public transport today, not often I get this treat but it is a time to reminisce back to when I didn't drive and how I achieved large levels of reading on public transport. Something I miss while driving, apparently ruled unsafe. So, imagine my joy, being a fan of English romantic poets that when I went to disembark off the bus, I passed a woman sat in her seat, who on the back of her neck had had tattooed, in what I imagine she thinks elegant hand writing looks like, because that is what makes neck tattoo's look good obviously, the words, 'Byron's Bitch'. Now, living in the district where Lord Byron was bought up and had his ancestral home, Newstead Abbey and also not more than 7 miles from the Church where his grave is, although all that is buried there is his reclaimed heart. I thought to myself that, apart from the language, the tattoo was a great way for her to publicly demonstrate her adoration to, arguably, England's finest 19...

The domestic football season finished today. Thus ends the 2010-11 season and one I personally will not be sad to see the back of. One in which the club I have followed and Loved all my life nearly went out of business, destroyed by the greed of american's, rescued by even more american's. The return of the King and next season I will great with more optimism than I have done for the last 4 years. Sadly, this wait will now be for 3 months.... No football for 3, whole, months! I hate the summers where there are no European Championships or world cups. They make for sad summers.