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I have nothing to say. It happens.
As a big gap which I am aware badly when I try to open a new window into the computer. It already sounds rusty, there's lots of traces of dust, some early cobwebs. The air coming out was like a whiff of mothballs, moth repellent products, basically shut the cellar. I have nothing to say. I close with a squeal guilty.

There's maybe too much speaking, not evacuated in time to avoid the tangled traffic jam of words and sensations that clutters my syntax and numbs my fingers, paralyzed at the thought of facing any "it" . This is not an issue of inspiration, the opposite is true: any lapse would take too long.

I have nothing to say because everything is stupid ... buried. As
been entangled behind the multitude of layers of gray sky.
Above the clouds, it is always nice. Behind my silence, I am always so talkative.
But maybe I'm not able to see the interest of telling. Perhaps, simply, when you have nothing to say, is there anything better to say it: I have nothing to say . And make white sheet.


In a perfect world, the publication of this message, it should start raining. A small storm, well, it would not refuse.

-maispastrop-

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Fitzwilliam Museum ... Or a little culture!

In my intense life of "Desperate house wife" must be that I'm ... . Very cultured course. So I go to the Museum. The museum is the Cambridge Fitzwilliam . It is a museum that retains a quaint side, especially in one of the rooms you can borrow a small spiral staircase and you end up high on a kind of balcony that went around the gallery. The space is very narrow, the visitor is forced to be very close to the paintings. There is also a very dark gallery where exhibitions of fans. The museum is full of hidden treasures. More like the entrance is not paid (participation is recommended), that virtually everything is accessible for strollers, there is a nice cafe and I often have a personal guide (oh yes ben is not that husbands who know things!) I go quite often. Two small paintings

interesting countryside setting of the painter William Hogarth (1697-1764)

" BEFORE "

" AFTER "

I like the odds very nature that makes ..... lie to the phrase "Sorry, No sex! We're Français!"


latter, because he tells the state of emigrant with a small baby hidden under the cloak of the lady.
"The Last of England " Ford Madox Brown (1821-1893)

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Goupillon vs Darwin!

The school in what will our dear little monster is part of "Church of England". Before proceeding further I have several points to clarify ( would not that you can have misconceptions about our way of seeing the world and elevate our monsters ).
This is a school district public and free. In fact, we asked what he has integrated this school to prevent being found at school our "catcher" or vf connecting geographically. In fact it is twenty minutes walk and especially outside of Cambridge, so there was no picture: out of the question that I exile myself deep in the countryside every day to go and recover! Especially since the school has finished 15 hours. It was argued the office is located next to daddy and that really is too stupid in these times of global warming ( today it's been a week since the heatwave in vf: it is 20 degrees and not a raindrop , version Nicoise: is chilly ...) have to take the car every day! Another point I raised in a rather non-religious education (even fairly strong anti church). As a result I still have a little hard to understand what the principle of religious belief and even the concept of church (the church is especially quoiqu'ici Office social club for the neighborhood, MJC sort of good god). That, so the little monster who sings regularly " Hallelujah In The Lord We Praise ", "Do not be afraid " (I have not managed to find out what it should not be afraid)! Deja

the fact I have a little Aargh! But the top the other day the teacher told me:

-You must be proud of your son!
(oh s it! What I'm saying it's finally quiet in class and did pat person!)

- He explains that the whole class that Easter is when Jesus died and then ressucite!
- ........................!!!.... AARRRHHH!

I tried to keep a semblance of dress. But I admit that my mouth has had trouble closing. So I panicked and tried to explain to my offspring that Jesus is unclear if it exists, but it's more an image, a bit like an ogre who is not really, but which represents the wicked, Jesus is the metaphor of the nice guy. Uh no? Is the principle?

And it's not over parcequ'en more I go to church for Easter assembly, basically the whole thing is the school and the majority of parents who go to Mass for one hour. And as he must try to integrate myself (Yeah, I do not know why but I can not, but then not everything has to connect with other mothers-fathers is not better). I went there, I return it ... Madam Queen from her time a gigoter et hurler j'ai une bonne excuse. Il y a aussi l'Assembly tout court qui a lieu dans la grande salle de l'ecole une fois par semaine. Tous les enfants se retrouvent dans la salle de sport et chantent les trucs mentionnes plus haut et la directrice remet des sortes de tableau d'honneur a quelques uns des enfants !!!! Le petit monstre me dit qu'il ne veut pas y aller car il deteste prier !! Of course, ma fierte de mere athee ne fait qu'un tour .... Ouf il croit pas, donc je lui conseille pendant ce temps de reflexion de penser aux gens qu'il aime tres fort et qui sont loin, de leur envoyer plein de bisous (a defaut de bien vouloir leur parler 5 minutes au telephone une fois par semaine!!) . Non, il veut pas prier qu'i le me dit , parceque It's irritating really should close your eyes and stay a long time (at least 5 minutes) without moving and without talking .... Uh! Yes Ben is a bone thing to know my son sit still! So you go and you pray .... Then if you're too wicked little Jesus He will punish you !!!!!!! See suit you in hell! "

seuleument If AC can turn a monster in my little angel ... I converted!

Ps: seems that at the Meeting of the vicar Noel (incidentally very friendly and dynamic, much like the priest of life is smooth sailing ...) spoke of the light that brings joy and happiness and what else he has good idea to ask his flock? The photosynthesis to grow plants, a small pupil responds immediately to 5 years ... The vicar, he forgets that we are in Cambridge and that the majority of children have parents and researchers at the university this year is eaten Darwin has all the sauces!

Pss: Go, seek a bit why I put this picture of pink floyd to illustrate!


for lost souls looking for information to come to live in Cambridge with the youngsters, here's a link for enrollment in schools in Cambridge:
http://www.cambridgeshire.gov.uk/education/parents/ Admission /

a link to how to care Small
http://www.opportunity-links.org.uk/index.asp

The organization that evaluates and rates the schools and nurseries:
http://www.ofsted.gov.uk/

For income tax deductions and child benefit
http://www.hmrc.gov.uk/childbenefit/ :