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Last night I had the most vivid dream. I was sitting here in my sofa corner, as I usually do, and the phone rang. I picked it up and a voice said: "Bear?"

Now this is odd for a start, as only my computer friends and my husband call me this nickname of recent years, and this was a voice I didn't really know. Anyway, I answered in the affirmative.

"You don't remember me do you?" asked the lady on the other end of the line.

Once upon a time there was an ordinary man. He worked as a civil servant, he had a wife and two little daughters named Juliet and Rosamund. The only slightly unusual thing about him was that he used to tell stories to his little girls whenever they went anywhere in the car. Sometimes they were stories that everyone knows like Cinderella or Jack and the Beanstalk, but more often they were stories he'd made up, the little girls liked these better, as they were unique and all their own.

I really should know better by this time. I know that there are some wonderful, well-informed blogs out there, and I also know that there are blogs which, if I dare to read them, depress me for days on end and make me want to buy the first available ticket to anywhere that isn't this community. Last night I was stupid enough to read this article. I am the kind of person who tries to find something positive in a day, however tiny, and never to go to bed on a downer if I can help it. Last night I couldn't help it.

When I was a very little girl, about four or five, I had a record of someone, I think it was John Pertwee, singing a version of Big Rock Candy Mountain. Now this song, for anyone who doesn't know, is an old song written about a hobo who is dreaming of the ideal place for hobos who want to lead the ideal life, free food, lots of booze and cigarettes, no work, lots of sleep and easy travel to wherever they want for no money. So how did that song get on a record for five-year-olds you may ask? I'll tell you. It got sanitized. I do wish I still had it.

I was alerted yesterday by Dean Martineau's Top Tech Tidbits newsletter about an Email client called OE Classic. As the name might imply, it has been designed for people who miss the simplicity and ease of use of Microsoft Outlook Express.

Sitting here tonight, with the curly blonde head of my constant companion, my 32 inch reborn toddler doll, nestled into my shoulder, it occurs to me that I'm incredibly lucky in many ways, luckier than some people I've heard about or know. I have a husband who is completely supportive of my hobby, I have wonderful and understanding friends, I have a wider circle of friends, mostly on Facebook, who share my love of these one of a kind, life sized, weighted, baby, toddler and child-sized dolls which are all hand-made works of art.

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Have you ever been browsing the web, wanting to submit a form on a site, and you are confronted with an Edit Field with the caption, "Type the numbers in the graphic?" I have. These graphical images are known as CAPTCHAS.

I remember last Christmas we wanted to book tickets for a concert and I had to get past one of these images. But in addition to leisure, I do come across these inaccessible edit fields in both my professional and radio work.

Hi to all

This is a very brief blog post which I'm writing as I sit here listening to country music.

This is just to say that my radio show the Music Machine will as of this coming weekend be heard on Team-FM rather than Mushroom FM.

Now before anyone starts wondering why, let me stress from the outset that this move is completely amicable. Things like this have a habit of getting completely out of hand so lets be clear about that.

Hi everyone.

Since I posted a personal blog entry earlier in the week, announcing that Team-FM was returning to the air, I've been amazed, not to say touched, at the positive reaction I've received. If you're one of the many people who reached out to me, especially in respect of my thoughts about the decreasing of Twitter clutter, I'd like to sincerely thank you.