<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/mneme613"><title>Daffodils in August - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/</link><description>I have had an unsually complicated life for a long time, and I didn't ask for most of it. I spent almost eighteen years as an expatriate from my home in England and it has been something of a challenge.  
In writing my story I may be able to unscramble it, assess it and, I hope, turn my experiences to some good.  If this helps others in some small way that will be something I guess. 
It is very much a woman's perception of the effects of undertaking such a venture, at the personal level but also of the impact on family life, which still reverberates and in fact magnifies when the children become adults and make their own choices.  

In practical terms, I have posted my journals more or less as I wrote them, but from time to time I use italics to indicate where I have added some commentary to the original entry. 

Names have been replaced by initials or pseudonyms in the interests of privacy. 

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I was told that provided...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/716151"><title>Getting myself organised</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/716151</link><description>I think now is as good a time as any to start to put this book into some kind of shape. I have a lot of hand-written journals to go back over, and far too little free time to transcribe them into softcopy. So it might be a good idea to just write, from memory, and see how far I can get. It was a...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/648788"><title>I did it</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/648788</link><description>It took a lot of thinking... but I've sent off my "resignation" from the doctorate. It was time. I have something more important to do right now, and if I want to I can continue elsewhere next year. Or towards the end of this year, if I'm getting bored. Somehow I don't think that will be a...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/646449"><title>Something always comes up...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/646449</link><description>At last; there is a way to extract myself gracefully from my academic ties in Australia. Last September I got talking to a couple at church, on a temporary visit from their current mission in Malaysia. I offered to help with editing and proofreading for their various project publications. Having...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/645597"><title>Decoding Paralysis - Talking it through to myself</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/645597</link><description>Am I paralysed, or just inert? If I study my Jung, I am in a state of inertia and regression; to a place of detachment, of not thinking... 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I am sitting on bench on a busy Sydney street corner, in the semi-shade, in the hot Sunday mid-morning... again my thoughts stray to you... how, after your intervention into my life, I am sitting, waiting, sipping water and eating an oat bar to stave off the nausea that...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/639079"><title>The mixture as before.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mneme613/639079</link><description>I've said goodbye to CG, having caught up with him for the last time over the weekend. 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