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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:bouncingbella.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>Bouncing Bella's Blog</title><link rel="self" href="http://bouncingbella.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/comments/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bouncingbella.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T07:27:59+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:bouncingbella.blog.co.uk,2007-04-08:/2007/04/08/bouncing_bella_s_first_blog~2053656/#c3236574</id><title>In response to:Bouncing Bella's First Blog</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bouncingbella.blog.co.uk/2007/04/08/bouncing_bella_s_first_blog~2053656/#c3236574"/><author><name>nobbynomates</name></author><published>2007-04-08T14:05:50+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:05:50+02:00</updated><content type="html">Hello Bouncing Bella,&lt;br&gt;
                       Happy Easter to you too. It's alright, Easter, but I've seen all the films like King of Kings etc, so what is one to do on a Sunday afternoon? I hate Sunday, Easter or not. I think it stems from my childhood when I detested school and Sunday was the day before, like waiting to be hung, as they say (Who are they that say everything?) But this is where the Yin &amp; Yang kicks in - I love Friday, so things aren't so bad. They say (It's them again) that you can't experience pleasure without first having experienced pain, and I suppose every silver lining has a cloud, but having said that, at the end of the day, what's on telly now? I'm going to find out.&lt;br&gt;
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Goodbye Bouncing Bella.&lt;br&gt;
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