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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>life is a gas at 40</title><link>http://lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description>I'm stunned and swing from slightly amused to suicidal as I watch my shabby-I-should-have-been-so-happy life unfold. Where are the controls for this thing?</description><language>en-UK</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>life is a gas at 40</title><link>http://lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/69/5d0cf3269da48a7a00dabab54b4eda_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>I want the moon</title><link>http://lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk/2006/11/24/i_want_the_moon~1363780/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk,2006-11-24:/2006/11/24/i_want_the_moon~1363780/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 11:05:48 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I want peace and quiet all the time, other than when I want noise.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk/2006/11/24/i_want_the_moon~1363780/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk/2006/11/24/i_want_the_moon~1363780/#comments</comments></item><item><title>what a hard morning</title><link>http://lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk/2006/08/14/what_a_hard_morning~1038795/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:lifeisagasat40.blog.co.uk,2006-08-14:/2006/08/14/what_a_hard_morning~1038795/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 15:34:13 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;spent all morning on the phone....a high flying job, i havent had a minute to think. Home-working, and working for myself is where I am at, now that I am 40. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've had 4 cups of coffee, made on the stove in one of those aluminium espresso makers. Time consuming but well worth the extra work even for a busy person like me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have called a new electrician, to replace the one that has done a bunk. Nervous breakdown I think. His girlfriend has reported that he has done a bunk from home too....poor lad, I should imagine he's wandering aimlessly down a beach in Ibiza consoling himself with a jug of sangria bought with my money. But i can't begrudge him that, poor lad, poor poor lad. I bet he's having an awful time in that hot sun, days stretching ahead of him with nothing to do but spend my money, poor lad. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I also called my sister, 1hour 40 minutes&lt;br&gt;
oh and my mum...twice...1 hour and 15 minutes&lt;br&gt;
oh and my boyfriend/potentially my ex-boyfriend - 10 minutes&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;busy busy busy&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I must dash have to book a flight for the bf/ex-bf. He's coming over to try to save our relationship. Dang! I'll need to have a bath. It's just work work work.
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