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	<title>Idlebones</title>
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	<description>Veni, Vidi, I Broke it.</description>
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		<title>Tool Box</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2009/10/03/tool-box/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 01:18:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s quiet here, in my little potting shed. Right down the end of our garden. Swept by the fire reds of the fusia bush and the overburdened limbs of overhanging apple trees. It is, my secret garden. My own, silent little resting place. I like to sit here and listen to the garden. If I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Next Door Part 5</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2009/02/15/next-door-part-5-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:16:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Someone was breathing in my room. Somewhere, in the darkness, someone was watching me. I felt my own breath halt in my throat as I tried to filter the background from that one, simple sound I&#8217;d heard, waiting for it to happen again. If it was regular, I knew, it was alive, real. There. Again. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Head wash to Heaven</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2008/10/20/head-wash-to-heaven/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:01:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This week I am mostly recovering from a healthy overdose of nieces and nephews, church and big dinners. My little niece, Lauren, was baptised last Sunday, much to her consternation and to everyone Else&#8217;s amusement. We dutifully arrived at Laytown church, all Sunday clad and weighed down with cameras and handbags, video phones and wallets [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Basic Flight etiquette</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2008/09/15/basic-flight-etiquette/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 01:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A few weeks ago, I was on one of my many flights to the UK on business, when i had the lucky break to sit beside the Nintendo man tosser. I had had a fairly hectic week, and was feeling, shall we say, a little down on myself, simply through fatigue. Work had dragged on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fackin Droggeda!</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2008/05/22/fackin-droggeeda/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 16:32:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been in Slough these past two weeks, and last night and went, down with a work colleague to the nearest pub to watch the, European Cup final. I really should have known better. We were standing in the beer garden having a chat, whenÂ a guy came in in traditional thug uniform: 3/4 length track [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Alka-Seltzer</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2008/05/21/alka-selzer/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2008/05/21/alka-selzer/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 15:42:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Idle Stuff]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[During a recent stay at a hotel down south, I awoke suddenly with a searing pain in my belly that wouldÂ rivaled John Hurts in &#8216;Alien&#8217;. My Stomach felt so distended I thought that if I farted my shirt would deflate like a crumpling tent. Something I ate at the salad bar that day was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Internet Access</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2008/04/22/internet-access/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2008/04/22/internet-access/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:08:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night I stayed at one of those perfect examples of a family run hotel. When I asked for a room with internet access they sent me up to room 166 &#8220;specially&#8221;. when i got there, and couldn&#8217;t find a network port, i rang backdown to reception to ask about it&#8230;. &#8220;Yes, we do have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sophie Turns Three</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/10/29/sophie-turns-three/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 17:23:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Dads smiling voice answered the phone on it&#8217;s second ring. &#8220;Hello?&#8221; Raucous noise in the background, a shrill, excited voice singing happily, and adult voices laughing loudly. &#8220;I take it she&#8217;s arrived then&#8221; I said with a laugh. I&#8217;m not surprised by my rude omission of the word &#8220;they&#8221; for &#8220;She&#8221;. Adam and Jean [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Wrong Door</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/07/29/the-wrong-door-2/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/07/29/the-wrong-door-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 22:57:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I believe I had my proudest moment last week in a B&#38;B in Cork City last week. The Room I had had an ensuite that has another door out into the corridor, so that the bathroom could be used as a communal bathroom when needed. Of course, not having been informed, I didn&#8217;t realise that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Enfield Rifles</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/07/29/enfield-rifles-2/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/07/29/enfield-rifles-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 22:56:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Idle Stuff]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I was in the Moyvalley House hotel and Golf club, near Enfield, tucked away down a country lane with no signposts, especially designed to get me lost. After one hour of driving around muddy backlanes, cursing loudly at the voice on the Sat Nav as it kept telling me to &#8220;Turn around whenever possible&#8221; I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Why I Can&#8217;t Sleep</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/10/why-i-cant-sleep-2/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/10/why-i-cant-sleep-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 01:20:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Idle Stuff]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Hypnos. A vengeful bastard, if ever there was one. Â  Â  &#8220;Hypnos is a gentle and benevolent god who sometimes takes the form of a singing bird, sometimes that of a winged youth or old man. He carries a drinking horn, from which he pours sleep-inducing opium. He is most beloved of the Muses, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tiny Dancer 1</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:09:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a time, so very long ago, when a King decided that no one should dance in his Kingdom. He wasn&#8217;t a cruel King. In fact, his people loved him so much that when he decreed one day that &#8220;Dancing, in all forms, shall be outlawed, forthwith, and forsooth!&#8221; they, hung their heads and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tiny Dancer 2</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-2/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:08:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Beneath the heavy flagstones of the Kings Throne room a light was shining. It was dim, and flickering and threw only enough warmth to let anyone who was watching see two small figures sitting by the table it stood upon. Before them, a small fireplace was flickering the red dying embers of a wood [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tiny Dancer 3</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-3/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:07:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Damione was fast asleep, snoring gently in his bunk across from Gracie&#8217;s&#8217; little bed. The room was dark now, the only light coming from the pinpricks of red glowing embers that came from the fireplace. As she watched the last dying stars of the fireplace tumbled into one another, flared briefly, and then quenched [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tiny Dancer 4</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:06:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  High on the highest turret of the castle, Dromad, the black crow picked at his stone black feathers with an old, cracked beak, momentarily letting his piercing gaze fall from the splintered window that looked down over the great hall. Righting himself, he flustered his long narrow [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tiny Dancer 5</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-5/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-5/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:05:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Â Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  The King awoke slowly, as he always did. He opened his tired eyes, streaked with the dried tears that caressed his cheeks to sleep the night before. For a moment, every morning, there was a brief moment of happiness, and his mouth would crack into [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tiny Dancer 6</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:02:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Â  Gracie&#8217;s Father was standing by the freshly lit fire when she awoke, squeezing his mouse hair socks with the big toe holes against the wood of the drying frame. The acorn shell wash basin sat rocking by his side, filled to the brim with washing as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tiny Dancer 7</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/07/tiny-dancer-6-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:01:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Â Â  Â  Gracie and her father pushed through the undergrowth that surrounded the castle and pulled apart a small clumb of grass that hid their little boat from the prying eyes. It sat with oars tucked into its sides, hidden away under some tightly knotted brambles, disguised with a layer of brown flower peatals [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sophie &amp; Paddy Chapter 6</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/05/sophie-paddy-chapter-6-2/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2007/01/05/sophie-paddy-chapter-6-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 22:39:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Napoleon&#8217;s balloon leaned casually against the hedgerow. Up close, Sophie and Paddy could see that it was indeed a big red and white balloon. It had broad red and white bands around it, although the red looked black until Napoleon held his lantern up to throw its light against its side. The balloon rolled and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Escape Part 3</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/12/30/escape-3/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2006/12/30/escape-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 02:18:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Â  Sid&#8217;s Candle flickers in his hand as I step behind him into the tunnel. His hand is shaking, I can tell. Maybe just from the cold, i tell myslef.Â It&#8217;s icy down here, and the rank musty smell of stale air pervades our senses until we have to bury our heads up to our [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Escape Part 2</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/12/02/next-door-part-6/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2006/12/02/next-door-part-6/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 00:03:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nothing ever happens in Lincoln. It&#8217;s one of those sleepy old towns where teenagers hang about in tracksuits outside the chippy on cold winter nights. Wind whips up the long incline to the high street, tossing litter in irregular little circular orbits as it goes. Trees bend in lazy arcs as the rain appears to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Learning to swim</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/11/15/learning-to-swim/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2006/11/15/learning-to-swim/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 23:28:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>idlebones</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Â  Â  Dogs love water!&#8221; dog was panting excitedly.Â His long pink tongue lolled lazily from his wet mouth, dribbles of saliva dripped into the edge of the water. Duck looked at him, sashaying herself in small semicircular sweeps in the cool river water. She smirked, and spun herself in a tight circle, displaying her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sophie &amp; Paddy. Chapter 3 (updated)</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/11/14/chapter-3-updated/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 23:38:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Â  Â  Sophie turned to lift her furry companion onto the window ledge where he sat with his back to the pane, looking over his shoulder to where Sophie was now pointing, her finger pushed against the glass.Â  &#8220;Look, over there by the flower bed&#8221; she whispered Paddy strained his eyes in the direction [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Escape. 1.</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/11/11/escape/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 23:54:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  I don&#8217;t remember why I went with him, but here we were, tearing down the empty high street at 4 in the morning, our satchels swinging behind our sweat drenched backs with the sound of the police sirens wailing from a side street somewhere behind us. A hurried glance taken over my shoulder told [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Next Door. Part 4</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/11/11/next-door-part-5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 23:07:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jessie is here again, the back of her blonde head facing my admiring gaze. She sits, crossed legged, reading the paper, gingerly tipping her ciggarette ash into the small ceramic ashtray I&#8217;ve placed before her. I&#8217;ve tipped her hair, and kissed her brow, and returned to the hob as I make scrambled eggs for her. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Next Door Part 1</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/10/19/next-door-chapter-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 22:40:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  Â  Â  I had awoken with a jerk. I was bolt upright in my bed before I realised it had been a dream. My bare back glistened in sweat, cooling with the light breeze than came in from the open window behind me. Even as I wiped the sweat from my clammy forehead, I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Next Door Part 2</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/10/19/next-door-chapter-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 22:39:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Later, Jessie and I drink frothy cappuccinos in the nearby coffee shop, both absorbed in our latest purchases from the St Vincent De Paul charity book store. I scan the back of my novel, as Jessica reads the first few paragraphs of her latest prison diary book. She has a thing about crime and punishment. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sophie &amp; Paddy Ch 1</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/10/19/paddy-sophie/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 22:17:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter One Sophies&#8217; house nestled quietly at the edge of the forest that curled past the small town of Idlesdown, that was hardly a big enough town to be called a town. One main street rose in an arc from the narrow stone bridge outside her gate, passed the green post office where she posted [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Next Door Part 3</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/10/19/next-door-chapter-3/</link>
		<comments>http://idlebones.com/2006/10/19/next-door-chapter-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 22:10:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I busy myself with my half built rockery in the garden for the rest of the evening, making use of the bright summer dusk. By ten o&#8217;clock, with the sun losing it&#8217;s heat and finally disappearing behind the slates of my roof, I sit back on a the sleepers proping up the mound of earth [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Paddy &amp; Sophie Ch 2</title>
		<link>http://idlebones.com/2006/10/19/paddy-sophie-chapter-two/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 22:10:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Â  It was still dark when Sophie awoke. She was still lying in the same position she had drifted of in while her daddy had been reading to her, his last sentence still hanging in her ears. She opened her eyes to see he had gone, and her book lay closed on the sideboard once [...]]]></description>
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