Its mentioned at the Enigin blog here.

Enigin has lots of energy saving tips. They also talk about how to read your gas bill and explain the two tariffs on the bill, which I also found helpful. I for one don’t know why they want to confuse people with a double tariff. Whats with the day reading and the night reading anyway? That wouldn’t be so bad if there wasn’t a third one.

Another cost saving tip is to always check your bill. For some reason our company seems to like to send estimated bills. These are bills that estimate the least use, then double the amount of utility than you actually do. This means we have to clear all the stuff in front of the stiff, hard-to-open closet door that houses the gas and electric meter and figure out how to read the metre. Then you need to phone up be on hold, hopfully they don’t cut you off just when a real live voice actually answers the phone. Then we normally give the actual meter reading.

On the one hand this is ok. I now know to expect a bill and it means we don’t have to pay the first one so it gives us more time. Doesn’t it waste paper to send out two bills though? Maybe the gas boards could be contacted so they don’t send out over-priced “estimated”bills. At least if they email them - even if you don’t press delete - they don’t get lost in a draw soemwhere plus think of all the trees they’d be saving by not sending out all that paper.

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In my opinion, there are so many risks to this type of surgery such as bleeding, scarring, infection and an anesthetic reaction. Besides the risks involved the procedure alone is enough to scare me out of having it, plus, who wants to be laying around for 6 weeks during the recovery time.

However, I see more and more women nowadays getting the tuck because they feel they are fat or have too much excess skin and it’s affecting their self-image. Sure, this procedure is effective in giving your body a flatter appearance, but in my opinion, I’d rather go with less invasive options such as the Tummy tuck jeans.

I heard about these jeans and knew they were perfect for what I was looking for. Many women swear by them. They are actually designed for the middle aged woman too and not for those 20 year old females with their rock hard abs. They have girdle-like fitting which holds in the belly and lifts the bottom. I absolutely love them and they are so comfortable. Absolutely nobody is going to get me on that operating table when I have these jeans instead.

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Recently someone pointed something out to me, and even though it sounded obvious, I had never really given it much thought before.

“It’s like this,” said Big Dave at the pub, “whenever I feel really miserable, I force me self to go out and have a laugh.”

(Let’s get one thing straight, Big Dave isn’t the healthiest man I know, and definately is not in line for locum jobs for doctors; but I have to say that when it comes to forcing himself to do anything – like being happy – he is the man.)

I said, “but how do you force yourself?”

Big Dave looked at me with that absurd expression of his. “Are you deaf?” he said loudly.

I said, “apparently, can you speak a bit more quietly please?”

So Big Dave explained the secrets of healthy living, and I did my best to ignore the fact that these words of wisdom were coming out of an anything-but healthy 22 stone man.

After it, I said, “Is that it?”

He said, “Yep.”

Big Dave went on, explaining in detail how his mother had discovered the gift of laughter years ago, and he had followed suit. The deal was this: whenever he felt sad or annoyed, he made himself go somewhere where he would be forced to laugh. That was his simple cure to depression: get out before the depression could get him.

And I have to say that Big Dave has got a point. Ever since I started going out when I could feel myself start to get miserable, I could nip it in the bud before it could get me too down and I wouldn’t feel much like going out.

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Then the dream-world vanishes. I look up and see a very angry mother. From the way she’s staring at all us bus-sitter-oners it’s seriously feels like we might all crack and break.

And nobody stands up and speaks, that’s the really messed-up part. The woman will continue to scream at the child and the child will either a) cry or b) scream back. After a while we all become numb to this and it becomes a joke to the passengers. You start to hear “Oh dear, someone’s upset” and “Well, she obviously got out of the wrong side of bed!”

It’s a Comedy show, basically.

Only nothing about this ef you see kay ed up situation is funny. In fact, it’s downright disturbing. And you can literally hear the thoughts move and form and see them materialize right there in front of you. They say things like she should have that child taken away and she’s not fit to be a mother.

They are my thoughts, of course. Don’t be daft, I can’t read anyone else’s.

And it’s a serious problem in society. When do you stand up and say “this is not right!”?

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Hmm, I think you catch my drift. You can stop going red now, don’t worry, you’re not alone on that (even I have been (more…)

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Walking is so under-rated. People are too busy thinking about skin care treatments to marvel at the thing they need to do to get to stores who sell these treatments. Never has there been such a fantastic thing. I mean, it’s ingenious. I imagine the first time anyone (a human being type Neanderthal man, that is) walked it went something like this: (grunts translated for easy reading.)

Man 1: “Ugh, we need to get to that boulder. Over there.”

Man (more…)

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I am not a parent or obse but I can understand why a parent would smack a child, just the same as I can understand why some people use weight loss treatments. Children can, after all, be very, very annoying. I can even remember being smacked as an annoying child myself, a memory which by rights shouldn’t be accessible (I can barely remember what I had for dinner yesterday, let alone what happened all those years ago) but is (more…)

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I think I must be. I fear that is the only explantion for the horror-story you are about to read. Something worrying happened to me the other day which almost makes me laugh–if I didn’t laugh then I’d cry–

I had been watching a TV show about Newport property, then I was watching a popular TV soap concerning not the West End of London, but another. Unusual for me, but I was getting in to it. Then, the next (more…)

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An incredible finale to the 2010 Vancouver games saw Canada deliver the holy grail to the home of hockey: the Winter Olympics gold medal, and after the most thrilling of climaxes I would suggest that the fans deserve the medal nearly as much as the heroes out on the ice.

Team Canada came into the competition more in hope than expectation. Yes, they had the historical triumphs to inspire them and home advantage but many pundits had them down as (more…)

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They are so easy to use as well. When it comes to transferring your photographs onto the frame, you simply need to (more…)

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