In the crazy world of English law and taxes, such things are possible if farcical.

See the link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/cambridgeshire/7376925.stm

The following link is to an e-medical journal, which I hope works (the link I mean). It's pretty serious stuff but as a health professional, I make no apologies for it.

http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/571708_print

Angharad.

I finally got around to joining British Cycling, which for those not in the know, is an organisation dedicated to sport and leisure cycling. I'm already a member of the Cyclist's Touring Club, which is the main lobbying group for cyclists.

Having it both ways? The following turned up on MSN website about a pregnant man. It isn't really.

http://news.uk.msn.com/what-we-learned-this-week.aspx?cp-doc...

I keep stating that I can't believe this is still running, and now after 236 episodes, I feel a need to check that you as readers want me to continue churning out this stuff.

Angharad.

PS thanks for the support you've shown throughout this story.

We 'Cymro' - the people, have little to celebrate. We're a small nation overrun in mediaeval times by our larger and more powerful neighbour, but never quite subdued.

This was sent to me as an email, sadly the picture didn't copy.
Not sure what I think about it, don't believe in violence, but then she didn't start it. Author unknown.

Angharad.

The Rambo Granny of Melbourne , Australia

Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down - - and shot off their testicles.

The old lady spent a week hunting those men down -- and when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way, said Melbournepolice investigator Evan Delp. Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant's desk and told him as calm as could be:

The link below is worth a look for those who haven't seen it before. Essentially a charitable research organisation with some credibility in the UK.

http://www.gires.org.uk/Web_Page_Assets/frontframeset.htm

Angharad.

When I got caught in a thunderstorm on my road bike, that six months later, the blog I was going to write and instead became a story, is still going. I hate to think how many words, pages and megabytes it occupies. It also seems to maintain its relative popularity, for reasons I don't fully understand.

I have written a new episode of Snafu, which has gone to my proofers. It's the first one I've done in 7-8 months, so I hope I haven't lost my touch for an action story, with a difference.

I will offer it to Sapphire first, as she has posted it from the beginning. I trust she will be able to post it fairly quickly.

I hope this cheers up all you who have nagged me to write some more.

Believe it or not, I do have a life beyond the verbal diarrhoea I post here every night (which goes under the title of 'Easy As Falling Off A Bike). It has got in the way tonight, I have have to go out to dinner. So I can't promise an episode tonight - if I get back in time I will, but I have a busy schedule tomorrow with an early start for a sunday.

Okay, so I set the record with writing three episodes in one day. I also received loads of good wishes from my friends here, for whom I write.

Back from Hospital.

I'm back home, sore and very weary. A lot happened in the 29 hours I was hospitalised, including surgery to decompress a bulge on a disc, or microdiscectomy. The skill of today's surgeons is amazing.

As we came into double figures in July, apart from my son-in-law's birthday on the 12th and my daughter's birthday on the 26th, I knew there was another significant date I should be aware of, but for the life of me I couldn't think what. It niggled at me but no answers came.

As Erin has asked for more humour in the blogs I've resurrected an old golfing joke which I hope you haven't seen before and that you'll enjoy. Perhaps, I should state at the beginning that I don't play golf so forgive any technical errors.

Golf Joke.

A man and his wife were playing a round of golf together. It was also their fifteenth wedding anniversary and they were planning a quiet celebratory dinner that evening, just the two of them.

About half way around the course the man puts down his club and says to his wife, "It's our anniversary today and I love you dearly."