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Blog Name: Beetle's Memories 'n' Ramblings
Url: http://beetle-blog.com
Language: English
Topics: rants, swinging sixties, humour
Description: This is a place for my ramblings on all sorts, including memories of growing up in the 50's and 60's
Popularity: 55 Followers

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A red breast in our lounge!
Well the feathered kind, of course! I was at my computer and Mitzi (our cat) sidled up to me for some fussing.  When I’d finished stroking her I saw something out of the corner of my eye.  Mitzi perked up, eyes wide, and I knew that something was in the room.  Then it flew past me!  The cutest little robin.  I quickly shut Mitzi in the kitchen.
My very own underwater light show
Ok, a few people seem interested in what exactly happened at the eye hospital.  It was suggested I write a post about it, so here goes. Mo came with me again for moral support.  We arrived early, sat amongst hoards of people and waited for my ‘Ultrasound’ scan.  I was not in the least nervous about this.  “They’ll just slap some gloop around my eye and slide
The passtime of a mature woman & Eye update
My peace was shattered by a loud explosion that was quickly followed by machine gun fire. I heard pins being flicked from hand grenades, and more explosions. Agonising screams and hurriedly shouted orders could be heard above the droning of tanks. Was Mo watching a war movie?  No she wasn’t.  So what WAS all this noise? Well you may be surprised to find out t
Unexpected day at the hospital!
I couldn’t sleep last night because of bad pains around my right eye.  I did get to sleep some time this morning but when I woke and got out of bed I knew something was seriously wrong.  The pains were still there, I couldn’t see out of my right eye.  Everything was white  and it felt really weird.  I checked in the bathroom mirror and it was totally blood shot.  I quickly rang Mo, wh
No, it’s definitely not a handbag!
Mo ordered some boots from a catalogue recently.  The parcel arrived and I opened it and took out her boots.  There was another package inside. “What’s this?” I asked. “It’s my free handbag”  Mo said.  She had been told she would receive a free gift of a leather handbag, purse and wallet. “Doesn’t feel like a handbag to me”

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