ok folks... not sure what i have been doing today... not much i guess..... its just so hot, all i do is move and melt a little more!

although i must admit i left the house late to go into town because of a tv program that i wanted to see the end of... i don.t normally let the Jeremy Kyle show lead my life, but a preview of what was to come was so powerful it had me hook line and sinker... as they say!

those of you that know this show already know what its about, but for the majority of you that i know don't, its a talk show, you know people phone up, have a good airing of their most private problems on tv then there is the lie detector tests and DNA and off they go, problems solved.... maybe!

so scenario is one man... two women.... each woman had a baby from this one guy within two weeks of each other(!) he wanted proof that one or both was even his... anyway, blah blah blah... but right at the end they had the two women in a side area to announce a shocking thing... their DNA was matching by 98% and that they must be sisters... they were both devastated... got your attention now haven't i! ok, well it turns out it is an anomaly.... that after tests theyre parents are theyre parents, nothing untowards went on, but back to 5 generations ago, and they should do a family tree to trace this, but they are related... and occasionally this can turn up, but its very rare!

this is a bit of a non blog... but better than the poem i was going to put on here today, one from when i was little... well will post it anyway... its been on my mind for a week or so...

well Mom has gone to Tesco this afternoon to do her weekly shop with friends by car... which is great, and yesterday i set up internet at hers for when i am over, only poor Mom had to phone sky to confirm her address, and now she is well chuffed she has an email address! now we will have to get a computer! Mom will be surfing the net and getting into all sorts of trouble!

THE LOST DOLL

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
And I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.

I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake's sake, she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.
CHARLES KINGSLEY

TTFN
Marian