tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2009-11-21:/Comments on everyday aspects of my life as a novelist, dog-lover and anything else life throws at me.MokoFeed2009-11-21T13:06:50+01:00tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-05-19:/2008/05/19/title-4194295/DoreenEdwards2008-05-19T15:47:49+02:002008-05-19T16:01:52+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.authorsden.com/gwenmadoc" title="Keeping Secrets"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/523/2537523_9f5e57bcd3_s.jpg" alt="Keeping Secrets" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>This book offers a bittersweet saga of conflict and heartache set in the 1930s from this popular Welsh author. Gillian Finch and Dorothy Prosser are firm friends as well as cousins. For four years they have kept their friendship secret in the face of the bitter feud that has broken out between their respective families over the will of the family matriarch, Rose Prosser. Siblings, Henry Prosser and Vera Finch are at loggerheads over it and Vera is convinced that Henry has cheated her.It is not the only secret. When Gillian and Dorothy fall head over heels for the same man, Ronnie Knox, Henry's young business partner, a fierce clash ensues as to which one will get him. The repercussions of this quarrel lead to other secrets being exposed. Everyone, it seems has something to hide.</p> <p>Hardback out in July 2008.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/05/19/title-4194295/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-03-14:/2008/03/14/authors-and-readers-3877439/DoreenEdwards2008-03-14T18:39:38+01:002008-03-14T18:40:58+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys21.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>Here is a place for authors and readers to get together.</p> <p>Do visit me when you're passing.</p> <p> <a href="http://www.authorsden.com/gwenmadoc">http://www.authorsden.com/gwenmadoc</a></p> <p>See you there!</p> <p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/03/14/authors-and-readers-3877439/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-03-11:/2008/03/11/mother-and-daughters-3856642/DoreenEdwards2008-03-11T15:12:37+01:002008-03-11T15:18:51+01:00 <p><a href="http://www.authorsden.com/gwenmadoc" title="Mothers and Daughters"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/620/1794620_441381e74a_m.jpg" alt="Mothers and Daughters" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a></p> <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys21.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>Two new editions of Mother and Daughters have come out this year. </p> <p>In February the Large Print edition was issued and in March the novel came out in paperback.</p> <p>Review From Booklist<br> Lucy Chandler knows that there will be changes now that her father has died, but she never could have imagined what actually happens to her middle-class family in Edwardian England. It turns out that her father was never legally married to her mother, enabling his first wife to take possession of their belongings, leaving her family homeless and penniless. The elder daughter, Lucy takes charge of her mother and her feckless teenage sister Eva. While she and her mother find menial employment, Eva schemes for a better life. Unfamiliar with financial matters, Lucy's mother borrows money from Stan, a ruthless loan shark. When she quickly falls in arrears, he threatens the family. Stan covets Lucy, and Eva covets the life Stan can provide for her, causing a rift in the family that threatens their very survival. Madoc gives readers an engrossing story that sheds light on the perilous lives endured by Edwardian women in a sexist society that also shuns families of limited means. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/03/11/mother-and-daughters-3856642/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-02-24:/2008/02/24/keeping_secrets~3772735/DoreenEdwards2008-02-24T13:14:24+01:002008-02-24T13:14:24+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys21.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> Update on her current writing project <img class="write_image" src="http://images5.squidoo.com/resize.php?1203851037&filename=http://s3.amazonaws.com/squidoo_images/draft_lens1570846module4413966photo_Do_at_desk_jpeg.JPG" alt="">    I am delighted to say that the hardback edition of my current novel  KEEPING SECRETS  is due for release in July 2008 in the UK (probably in the Fall for US). It is already offered for pre-publication purchase on Amazon UK and Amazon US.</p> <p>Here is a short blurb about the story:</p> <p>Swansea 1931.<br>Teenagers Gillian Finch and Dorothy Prosser are firm friends as well as cousins. For four years they have kept their friendship secret in the face of the bitter feud which has broken out between their respective families over the last will and testament of the family matriarch, Rose Prosser.</p> <p>Siblings, Henry Prosser and Vera Finch are at loggerheads with each other over the share-out of Rose's estate, and the ownership of the family business; with Vera convinced that Henry has cheated her.</p> <p>But the friendly association of the girls is not the only secret in the families of the Prossers and the Finches. When Gillian and Dorothy fall head over heels for the same man, Ronnie Knox, Henry's young business partner, a fierce clash ensues as to which girl will get him, and their friendship is broken irrevocably.</p> <p>The repercussions of this quarrel lead to other secrets being exposed. Everyone, it seems, has something to hide - from forbidden friendships to robbery with violence and a secret illegitimate child.</p> <p>There is conflict and heartache aplenty.</p> <p>As soon as the book jacket of KEEPING SECRETS has been designed I will post an image.</p> <p>Meanwhile, I am busy still, working out the plot of my next book.</p> <p>More news soon <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/02/24/keeping_secrets~3772735/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-02-13:/2008/02/13/bye_bye_second_life~3722162/DoreenEdwards2008-02-13T16:23:25+01:002008-02-13T16:23:25+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys21.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>Well, that didn't last long after all.  Fascinating as Second Life is, I found it interferred with my writing time and I can't have that. Very soon, within the next few weeks I will be preparing for my next book.<br> <br>I need time to ponder on characters and the plot so I can't be distracted with anything else.  Being professional about one's writing means committment.  Being passionate about one's writing means dedication.</p> <p>First Life is distracting enough. I don't need Second Life filling up my valuable time.</p> <p>In the meantime, while I am waiting for my subconscious to plot the book for me, I am turning my hand to painting in acrylics - I have no talent - but what the heck! It's fun and so relaxing. </p> <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="">    Bye for now.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/02/13/bye_bye_second_life~3722162/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-02-01:/2008/02/02/dance_night~3666837/DoreenEdwards2008-02-02T00:06:14+01:002008-02-02T00:06:14+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys21.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>I went dancing this evening.  At a jazz club somewhere in Second Life! Considering it was a virtual evening out, surprisingly I enjoyed myself and the music - especially the music.</p> <p>I did join Second Life last year but quit - because it scared me. I vowed I would never go back but I did and it is better this time.  I shall take my time to explore.  </p> <p>One other thing I must promise myself - that it will not run away with all my spare time or interfere with my writing time.</p> <p>Will I stick it this time?  We'll see.</p> <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt=""> Bye for now!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/02/02/dance_night~3666837/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-01-08:/2008/01/08/life_moves_on~3546795/DoreenEdwards2008-01-08T16:19:38+01:002008-01-08T16:19:38+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys60.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>Happy memories of my dear husband Harry will always be in my heart.  But life moves on and I must move along with it or be lost.</p> <p>Last week end I found enough courage to continue with my writing life.  Having completed my twelveth book at the start of December last I must now get on with the editing and revision of the manuscript - some 85k words.</p> <p>On Sunday I made a start managing to edit and revise the first six chapters. And on Monday I got through another seven chapters, which took me most of the day and evening to do.</p> <p>On balance I am quite happy with the book, I feel it is shaping up nicely. I hope my publishers will feel the same when they read it.</p> <p>I have another thirteen chapters to go through. After that I must then make the alterations on the computer, print the book out again and start checking once more, This will probably happen quite a few times before I am satisfied I have made a good job of it and that the book is up to a good standard.<br> <br>I value and appreciate my readers and they deserve the best that I can do.</p> <p>The coming week will be busy with revision.  I enjoy it although it is hard work.  </p> <p>What is the new book about?</p> <p>The main story takes place in Swansea in 1931.  A bitter feud has broken out in the Prosser family over the last will and testament of the family matriarch, Rose Prosser.<br> Siblings are at loggerheads with each other over the ownership of the family business, while young cousins Gillian and Dorothy fall head over heels for the same man, Ronnie Knox, and come to a fierce clash over who will get him.<br> Everyone has secrets to hide -  from forbidden friendships to robbery with violence and a secret illegitimate child. <br>There is conflict and heartache aplenty.<br> <br>    </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/01/08/life_moves_on~3546795/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2008-01-02:/2008/01/02/my_loss_of_a_wonderful_husband~3520775/DoreenEdwards2008-01-02T22:47:26+01:002008-01-02T22:50:17+01:00 <p>On the 16th December 2007 my dearest husband Harry passed peacefully away.</p> <p>We met fifty-five years ago at a dance at the Pier Hotel in Mumbles. Harry was good-looking and a charmer and I fell head over heels in love. Luckily for me, he fell for me too. It took us six years to save up enough money to get married and we wed in 1959.</p> <p>Harry was a gentleman and a gentle man. Being the fiesty Welshwoman that I am I might blow my top occasionally when things didn't go my way, but Harry never did respond in kind. One could not quarrel with him - he was too good-natured. He was fun-loving and had a good sense of humour. He was gregarious and generous. He loved people and I loved him and still do.</p> <p>Harry was so proud of my writing career and boasted about me whenever he had the chance. I always said he should have been my PR man. He understood I had to have time to write. He never stood in my way but was always urging me on to success.</p> <p>Harry was a lovely man and he was mine. I thank God for sending Harry to me. My life was richer because of him.</p> <p>Harry, my dearest dear... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2008/01/02/my_loss_of_a_wonderful_husband~3520775/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2007-12-02:/2007/12/02/it_s_finished~3383484/DoreenEdwards2007-12-02T15:42:14+01:002008-02-14T10:03:13+01:00 <p> <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121YYGB"><img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_21.gif" border="0" alt="Roll" width="50" height="45"></a> </p> <p>See that grin?  I'm grinning because earlier this afternoon I finished the writing of my twelfth book.  I can't tell you how happy I am.</p> <p>My deadline is not until the end of February so I have some weeks to revise, tweek, twist, polish.  </p> <p>Even as I finish this one ideas for the plot of my next one are buzzing, buzzing in my head. </p> <p>I'm never short of ideas but I am low on energy.  However, as soon as this book is off to my publishers I'm ready to start climbing that mountain again. It's great when you finally reach the summit.</p> <p><a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb113_ZNxmk121YYGB&utm_id=7921"><img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb113&pp=ZNxmk121YYGB" border="0" alt="" width="1" height="1"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2007/12/02/it_s_finished~3383484/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2007-11-21:/2007/11/21/title~3331350/DoreenEdwards2007-11-21T17:17:48+01:002007-11-21T17:21:44+01:00 <p><a href="http://www.authorsden.com">AuthorsDen.com<br> Where authors and readers come together!</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.authorsden.com/gwenmadoc">www.authorsden.com/gwenmadoc</a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2007/11/21/title~3331350/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2007-11-19:/2007/11/19/the_end_is_in_sight~3319117/DoreenEdwards2007-11-19T12:05:22+01:002007-11-19T12:05:22+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys60.gif" border="0" alt="" width="34" height="17"></p> <p>I am close to finishing my current book.  There are just a few scenes left to write - three at the most. Two days' work maybe.</p> <p>Then I begin the process of revising and editing.  Hopefully I will have several weeks to do this. </p> <p>At the end of a book I always take my time.  Rushing to finish is not a good plan. One has to make sure that all the loose ends are ties up.</p> <p>I don't want to reader to think as she closes the cover - "What ever happened to X?"</p> <p>However, revision will highlight the flaws - hopefully!</p> <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="" width="26" height="22"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2007/11/19/the_end_is_in_sight~3319117/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2007-07-15:/2007/07/15/new_book_out~2640273/DoreenEdwards2007-07-15T19:20:39+02:002007-07-15T19:20:39+02:00 <p><a rel="attachment wp-att-116" href="http://doreenedwards.wordpress.com/2007/07/14/out-in-june/latest-book/" title="Latest book"><img src="http://doreenedwards.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/mothers-and-daughters.jpg" alt="Latest book" width="500" height="500"></a></p> <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys60.gif" border="0" alt="" width="34" height="17"></p> <p>Here is the cover of my latest book out in June last. I like it. I think its great.</p> <p>Sorry if I have repeated myself from elsewhere. Forgive me?</p> <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="" width="26" height="22"> So long for now. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2007/07/15/new_book_out~2640273/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2007-02-20:/2007/02/20/off_with_the_old_on_with_the_new~1772475/DoreenEdwards2007-02-20T12:10:54+01:002007-02-20T12:10:54+01:00 <p> <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121YYGB"><img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_1_70v.gif" border="0" alt="Hi Ya" width="52" height="63"></a> </p> <p>My book is finished at last and sent off to my publishers. Hoorah!</p> <p> <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk121YYGB"><img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_21.gif" border="0" alt="Roll" width="50" height="45"></a> </p> <p>Now I am thinking about an idea for the next one.  Characters are crowding into my consciousness. <br> <br>They are all clamouring to tell me their story. Most of the stuff seems to be about family secrets.  My head is buzzing!</p> <p>It is all so chaotic. How will I sort it all out into a coherent whole?</p> <p>I don&rsquo;t know.  It just happens - eventually - after a lot of hard work. </p> <p>Anyway, I&rsquo;ve got a year to whip the whole thing into shape.</p> <p>Here I go again!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2007/02/20/off_with_the_old_on_with_the_new~1772475/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2007-02-07:/2007/02/07/title~1698011/DoreenEdwards2007-02-07T16:07:03+01:002007-02-14T23:31:25+01:00 <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2007/02/07/title~1698011/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-12-20:/2006/12/20/title~1459687/DoreenEdwards2006-12-20T10:33:00+01:002006-12-20T10:34:35+01:00 <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys60.gif" border="0" alt="" width="34" height="17"></p> <p>I've received the good news that a paperback edition of my novel TAKE MY CHILD will be out in March 07 and a Large Print a few months later.</p> <p>I'm so thrilled.  I'd really given up on a paperback edition.</p> <p>There's life in this old girl yet!</p> <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/05biggrin.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"></p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/12/20/title~1459687/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-11-17:/2006/11/17/result~1340520/DoreenEdwards2006-11-17T17:36:39+01:002006-11-17T17:39:15+01:00 <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys60.gif" border="0" alt="" width="34" height="17"></p> <p>Haven't had time to blog as I am busy writing these days (uploading to YouTube in my spare time!)  However a new two book contract is on the cards. I am so pleased!  </p> <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/08wink.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15">  <img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/060lol.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15">  <img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/06razz.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15">  <img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/11/17/result~1340520/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-09-03:/2006/09/03/lest_we_forget~1093590/DoreenEdwards2006-09-03T16:21:57+02:002006-09-03T16:21:57+02:00 <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/14sad.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"></p> <p>How many of us remember the signifigance of today's date 3rd. September. I'll remind those too young to know.  On the 3rd. September 1939 (67 years ago) Britain declared war on Germany - we were at war.</p> <p>I was only eight years old but I remember the moment when it was announced on the radio. I was sitting with my doll on the old hide couch in the kitchen. The radio announcer - it could have been Alvar Ladell, gave us the awful news. My mother, who had experienced the First Great War, promptly burst into tears.</p> <p>That moment is etched in my mind.</p> <p>Where were you?<br> <br> <img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graysad.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15">  </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/09/03/lest_we_forget~1093590/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-08-04:/2006/08/04/title~1013005/DoreenEdwards2006-08-04T11:41:38+02:002006-08-04T11:42:45+02:00 <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="" width="26" height="22"><br>I had a wonderful day out at Strady Water Park, Llanelli yesterday. The scenery was terrific and the day itself was beautiful -  a real gift of a day.<br>These are some of the photos I took. I long to return.</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=729986"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/986/729986_a40c9275e4_m.jpg" alt="Strady Water Park, Llanelli" title="Strady Water Park, Llanelli" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="500" height="375"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=729987"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/987/729987_dc8d9e975d_m.jpg" alt="Strady Water Park, Llanelli" title="Strady Water Park, Llanelli" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="500" height="375"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=729988"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/988/729988_0ab615f7e6_m.jpg" alt="Duck family" title="Duck family" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="500" height="375"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/08/04/title~1013005/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-07-28:/2006/07/28/enough_of_that~994723/DoreenEdwards2006-07-28T08:01:32+02:002006-07-28T08:01:32+02:00 <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="" width="26" height="22"><br>I'm sick of seeing that creepy photo every time I visit my site so here is something different.</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=714954"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/954/714954_f818edc77b_m.jpg" alt="My new improved garden" title="My new improved garden" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="500" height="375"></a><br>I'm so glad I had the sense to go ahead with it.</p> <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/05biggrin.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"></p> <p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/07/28/enough_of_that~994723/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-07-25:/2006/07/25/title~987744/DoreenEdwards2006-07-25T17:05:30+02:002006-07-25T21:15:38+02:00 <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-surprised2.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18">    Opened my bedroom curtains this morning to see this -</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=710077"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/077/710077_f8fbbb0cab_m.jpg" alt="P1000010" title="P1000010" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="500" height="375"></a></p> <p>Didn't half give me a turn for a minute. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "hung out to dry".</p> <p><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graybigeek.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/07/25/title~987744/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-07-19:/2006/07/19/vulnerable_egg_donors~971905/DoreenEdwards2006-07-19T16:14:31+02:002006-07-19T16:14:31+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Patti Farrant, 62, the oldest mother, so far, wanted to enable her husband to have a child of his own. Her actions have caused much consternation and debate.</p> <p>Another sad thing is that the child she carried is not her biological son. He is the baby of some poor, even desperate, Eastern European woman who sold her eggs, probably for a pittance and at great risk to her own chances of having children of her own in future. Farrant paid £11,000 for the treatment. The donor probably got £150 or less. This is scandalous.</p> <p>One can readily understand a young infertile woman desperately wanting a child and be willing to pay but in Farrant’s case, 62 and already a mother there can be little sympathy or excuse.</p> <p>The international egg donation trade is preying on the vulnerable.</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/07/19/vulnerable_egg_donors~971905/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-07-09:/2006/07/09/oldest_mother~945469/DoreenEdwards2006-07-09T11:05:03+02:002006-07-09T11:05:03+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>She’s 62, he’s 60. Her reason for having a baby by IVF - to fulfil her husband’s dream of becoming a father. What a shallow irresponsible reason. These are two very selfish people. Was there any real thought for their child and what his future holds as the son of old age pensioners? This smacks of vanity and self-regard.</p> <p>“We have no regrets,” she says. Are they speaking for their son JJ, too? When he is ten they will be in their seventies. When he is twenty they will be in their eighties. What a burden for him. How thoughtless and uncaring.</p> <p>There was a similar newspaper story a few days earlier. This time twins were born (if that term can be applied to a Caesarean section) to a 59 year old woman, again by IVF. Vanity, all is vanity.</p> <p>The joys of children in their informative years sharing lively and interesting persuits with energetic young parents are denied to these children of the elderly.</p> <p>I am all for staying young if possible but having a baby in your latter years is not the way.</p> <p> <img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/07/09/oldest_mother~945469/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-06-20:/2006/06/20/mt_home_town~897139/DoreenEdwards2006-06-20T16:48:44+02:002006-06-22T17:36:49+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=634825"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/825/634825_c7863f805d_s.jpg" align="" alt="Swansea" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>This is my home town and there is no place like it. Unique in its heyday; a boomtown in the early nineteenth century through to the mid twentieth century. It rose again out of the ashes of the Three Nights' Blitz in 1941. Much of its fine architecture was lost during those three night of fire and death, but nevertheless, the town, now a city, retained it's special charm. Perhaps you have to be born a 'Swansea Jack' to appreciate it. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/06/20/mt_home_town~897139/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-06-17:/2006/06/17/dr_who~889963/DoreenEdwards2006-06-17T23:38:45+02:002006-06-17T23:38:45+02:00 <p>A very strange episode tonight. Ludicrous in parts. However, Marc(k)(can't remember!) Warren is a particular favourite of mine. He's always good to watch. If it had been anyone else but him I believe I'd have turned off. The episode seemed a bit pointless. It just dredged up incidents from previous ones. RTD run out of ideas, did he? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/06/17/dr_who~889963/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-06-13:/2006/06/13/title~877429/DoreenEdwards2006-06-13T19:18:36+02:002006-06-13T19:19:25+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=616898"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/898/616898_d5b610dc37_m.jpg" align="" alt="Take My Child by Gwen Madoc" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>I'm so pleased with the design of this jacket I couldn't resist blogging it in this site as well as my other one.</p> <p>I'm just a big kid! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/06/13/title~877429/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-06-04:/2006/06/04/dr_who~853584/DoreenEdwards2006-06-04T18:00:06+02:002006-06-04T18:00:06+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Yesterday's episode is the best one yet, I think. It has all the ingredients I love about the series. And there's more of the same next Saturday. I was on the edge of my seat all through. Let's hope the conclusion is not a let-down.</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/06/04/dr_who~853584/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-05-27:/2006/05/27/madonna_is_the_pits~833463/DoreenEdwards2006-05-27T17:20:05+02:002006-05-28T18:28:12+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>What a vulgar, over-muscled little parcel is Madonna. Did you see that photograph of her in the dailies recently? Who does she think she is? And who does she think we think she is? Advancing years have obviously not brought wisdom.</p> <p>The first thing that came into my mind when I saw that photo of her attached to that cross was that she is trying to cash in on the de Vinci Code phenomenon.<br> I find that really pathetic.</p> <p>Madonna's absurd and pitiful behaviour is an example of how the Celebrity 'class' (and it is becoming a social class) is synonymous with valgarity and crassness especially in these last few years; each celeb striving to outdo the others in grossness.</p> <p>They can shock, yes, but they can't achieve our admiration or our respect. Cheap monkey tricks!</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/graymad.gif" alt=">:-(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/05/27/madonna_is_the_pits~833463/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-05-07:/2006/05/07/home_from_home~781108/DoreenEdwards2006-05-07T09:15:23+02:002006-05-07T09:16:23+02:00 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=526557"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/557/526557_e7d6ac2769_s.jpg" align="" alt="DSCF0071_edited-2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>This is where my Hubby now lives. He and I are fortunate - it's a good place, well run, and he is well looked after. I thank my lucky stars I found this place. </p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/05/07/home_from_home~781108/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-04-29:/2006/04/29/she_s_made_it_she_s_finally_a_celeb~764581/DoreenEdwards2006-04-29T16:49:25+02:002006-04-29T16:49:25+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Poor misunderstood Tracey T has contacted Max Clifford begging his help and advice. Well, what a surprise!</p> <p>She's gonna sell her story - so there! </p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lalala.gif" alt=":lalala:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/04/29/she_s_made_it_she_s_finally_a_celeb~764581/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk,2006-04-27:/2006/04/27/prescott~759600/DoreenEdwards2006-04-27T11:49:17+02:002006-04-27T11:49:17+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>He ought to go, but he won't. But what about Tracey? Is she expendable? Probably. What about the Offical Secrets Act - does that cover high jinks in the bedroom? There's fodder here for the media for months ahead. </p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://the-incredible-sulk.blog.co.uk/2006/04/27/prescott~759600/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>