<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/susiepuppet6921"><title>SUSIE`S STORY OF HER LIFE - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/</link><description>I WRITE MY ANIMALS JOURNAL FROM BULGARIA; SO THOUGHT I WOULD USE THIS SPACE TO START TELLING MY LIFES JOURNEY. FROM BEING BORN IN THE NORTH WEST OF ENGLAND INTO A POOR FAMILY.  THERE WERE 7 OF US, PLUS OUR MUM AND DAD WHO LIVED IN A TWO UP / TWO DOWN TERRACED HOUSE WITH A SMALL BACK YARD. I THINK I WILL WRITE IT IT `ERAS` OF MY LIFE `COS IT HAS BEEN (to date) VERY DIVERSE AND IT WILL BE CATHARTIC FOR ME TO DO - SHEDDING MANY SKINS ALONG THE WAY XX `UP SKY` TO ALL WHO READ IT</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/464244" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/462628" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/461254" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/461032" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/460812" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/460660" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/464244"><title>recap of the London scene</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/464244</link><description>If you have read the earlier entry I guess that some of the story may be repeated `cos I did `rush`through that important decade of my life! So now a fuller version; When I had `arrived` in London and was a mother of 2 small children and still only 20 years old myself, I really started to `party`...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/462628"><title>Hitting the London 60`s scene</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/462628</link><description>Hi; I am now a Mum of 2 children; Terry`s off doing his `thing` working in the Cromwellian Casino and if a big poker game on the doors were locked! so he would send a taxi for a clean shirt! This meant I was also a `free` agent! The Cromwellian Club was owned by my brother-in-law and was spread...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/461254"><title>swinging sixties in London</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/461254</link><description>We arrived in London in October. I was just 17 and Terry 27. His sister, Sam, kindly set up a single camp bed in the dining room and although we`d had sex, I had never slept with a man before and so I put newly bought pyjamas on, Terry laughed and said `what`s those for? take them off` I never...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/461032"><title>I cried from sorrow, everyone else was whooping with delight</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/461032</link><description>As I have said, we were a poor family and by the time I was 15 years old Dad was too ill to work and Mum insisted I leave school and get a job! I was mortified as I had done well in my exams and really wanted to stay at school, go to college and then university, so yes I cried, no more school...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/460812"><title>school for thought the nuns habit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/460812</link><description>All 7 of us went to St. Mary`s RC school. As each of us followed through grades all the teachers knew the family, so we were all `measured` for ability before they even knew us as individuals. I followed Elizabeth, 8 years older, George 6 years older, Pat 2 years older. I dont think they were...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/460660"><title>From the cradle I came to understand my life.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susiepuppet6921/460660</link><description>My time has finally come! I feel strong and brave enough to tell my story; a long road to my current mental peace. We are shaped by our family and life`s experiences; so deep breaths and here I go! Born in 1947 the 4th child It a post war `baby boom` year, I ended up one of 7 children, it would...</description></item></rdf:RDF>