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Hello again dear reader,
Well it is Saturday evening or afternoon to those of you in the UK and I am sitting here trying to folow the antics of the mighty Reds (thats Charlton for the uninitiated) and it is proving very frustratng. Radio 5 Live and Radio London both tell me they cannot broadcast the current programme ie Sportreports outside the UK so I am left watching teletext Hang on I will switch over and see how we are doing. We were losing 1-2 when I last looked. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, Zeng Zhi,Our plucky little Chineseman has just equalised, oh joy, oh joy, loks like we are at least as good as the incredibly fantastic Colchester!!!! I a sure we will come back to this before the end of this update. I think I shall become Kabul Addick!!

Anyway, where was I, minefields Ice cream men and veggies, oh yes and my new room.

Yesterday afternoon, I went for a stroll around the local streets to see what happens at the weekend. It was very quiet indeed, but there were little groups of children al flying kites in the street. Just made out of some plastic or paper and a wooden frame. I stayed and watched for a while, very serene, very peaceful and a joy to watch. While I was idling away my time a man came by puling a cart with onions and potatoes on it and people would come out there houses and buy from him, then another man came along pulling a cart with firewood. But then the "piece de resistance" a mancame by selling ice cream. Now those of you "of a certain age" will remember on a Sunday afternoon when the ice cream van would come round and play a tune in the street and we children would run out to get an ice cream for pudding for Sunday lunch. (This was before everyone had a freezer and ice cream was a real once a week treat). Well that is exactly what happened yesteray, picture the scene, some small children playing with tehir kites in the middle of the street andthe ice cream man comes along puling the ice cream cart playing a tune as he goes by. He stops and then, like the pied piper doors all along the street open and children come running out. I picture straight from my childhood, obviously except for the dust and the man pulling a cart instead of driving a van!
Also yesterday afternoon I moved into my own room and I have to say it was good to finally get unpacked and setled in. I have been sharing Rachels room so far (OK, she is in Scotland!!!!) My new room is very spacious and even has a set of speakers to plug into my PC to listen to music on, so I am happy with al these developments. I overlok the street outside and peek out from behind the curtains and watch the goings on. They are building a new house up the road and a pile of bricks has beend umped in the street. i was watching one man stand at the bottom of the pile throw the bricks to a man standing on the top of the pile who then throws them one at a time to a man standing on the first floor who is piling them up.

Right, we still have minefields and veggie food to cover, dont hold your breath, I wil get round to it.
Take care.