<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112</id><updated>2011-06-08T07:18:43.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonising</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing but a bunch of interfering busybodies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-116620133987501301</id><published>2006-12-15T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:48:59.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Defunct</title><summary type='text'>Sadly this blog is now defunct.If your problem was not answered, please feel free to email me (see profile) privately.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/116620133987501301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=116620133987501301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/116620133987501301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/116620133987501301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/12/defunct.html' title='Defunct'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-114182965677435583</id><published>2006-03-08T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:54:16.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Moritorium</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, but due to a lack of resources we're not accepting any new problems at the moment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/114182965677435583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=114182965677435583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114182965677435583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114182965677435583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/03/moritorium.html' title='Moritorium'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-114117303422413956</id><published>2006-03-01T00:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:30:34.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Should I Become a Bisexual?</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Clare.A Problem:well, first of all thank you. I promise to try and do something nice for someone I know, or randomly, in return.I've only ever dated women but in the past year I've drunkenly kissed (my first ever) 3 men and I'm a bit confused. I half want to explore my sexuality but worried that I'll close the door permenantly on a wife n kids if I do - it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/114117303422413956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=114117303422413956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114117303422413956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114117303422413956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/03/should-i-become-bisexual.html' title='Should I Become a Bisexual?'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-114116988036457127</id><published>2006-02-28T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:00:16.336Z</updated><title type='text'>A Friend in Need?</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Linda.A Problem:I believe a friend of mine is in a bad relationship. I don't think it is going to go where she wants it -marriage, kids. He is younger, and less mature. Despite the fact that he has met her parents several times and they live in a different state, she still has not met his even though they live in the same city. It is an acceptance problem; he thinks they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/114116988036457127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=114116988036457127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114116988036457127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114116988036457127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/02/friend-in-need.html' title='A Friend in Need?'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-114117035263246167</id><published>2006-02-28T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:59:40.816Z</updated><title type='text'>I Need Freedom at Work</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Joe.A Problem:Bit of a thorny one, this. I like to think of myself as someone who loves and needs freedom, probably because I have an all too precarious sense of my own independence. So perhaps no big surprise that I've chosen to work in a very heirarchichal corporation that, whilst on the one hand expects its staff to be creative and productive, also at some level </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/114117035263246167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=114117035263246167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114117035263246167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/114117035263246167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-need-freedom-at-work.html' title='I Need Freedom at Work'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113860918006716146</id><published>2006-01-30T08:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:03:26.693Z</updated><title type='text'>I Gave Up Cannabis</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Linda.A Problem:This new year I gave up cannabis. I had a pretty heavyweight habit which grew over a period of 16 years into a 2g a day addiction. My partner and I want to have a baby and had heard that cannabis can effect sperm motility. Also recently I would have coughing fits when smoking my bong. The combination of these two points is what has motivated me to quit. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113860918006716146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113860918006716146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113860918006716146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113860918006716146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-gave-up-cannabis.html' title='I Gave Up Cannabis'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113821584909932333</id><published>2006-01-25T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:36:44.896Z</updated><title type='text'>I Broke His Heart</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Linda.A Problem:I was with someone for nearly a decade. I don't doubt that I was deeply in love with him, though the last few years were more like living in stasis as flatmates. I left him recently, and it broke his heart.I am having two problems.firstly, I'm finding it hard to deal with the guilt of it all. I did love him, I tried to do all the right things, but I still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113821584909932333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113821584909932333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113821584909932333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113821584909932333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-broke-his-heart.html' title='I Broke His Heart'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113818184007354255</id><published>2006-01-25T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:27:40.876Z</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Let Folks Know You Are Out There?</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Clare.A Problem:Many Blessings to you!I am almost 40, African American and new to the world of blogging. I like to do a little writing from time to time, and I like also to take pictures and edit them, so at the suggestion of a good friend, I put together a blogspace. But I am trying to get a feel for how it all works. I've had my site since last October, and sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113818184007354255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113818184007354255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113818184007354255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113818184007354255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-do-you-let-folks-know-you-are-out.html' title='How Do You Let Folks Know You Are Out There?'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113776971280135564</id><published>2006-01-20T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:28:33.076Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm 25 and Still Single</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Mike.A Problem:I'm starting to think there is something really wrong with me. I'm 25 and still single. I don't mean single now, I mean I have always been single. I don't seem to attract many guys and the ones I do are losers, stoners, non English speakers and old men. The really old kind, the kind who could be my dad. Ewww. As the years pass by my standards slowly drop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113776971280135564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113776971280135564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113776971280135564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113776971280135564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-25-and-still-single.html' title='I&apos;m 25 and Still Single'/><author><name>Guest Agony Aunt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113757661681058493</id><published>2006-01-18T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:29:15.600Z</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Might Have Killed My Dad's Cat</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Clare.A Problem:i think i might have killed my dads cat. about 5 years ago he went on holiday and asked me to look after his cats. one of them, known as gin, was ill and had to be given tablets. one day i returnd from work to find her spread eagle in fron of the patio door, foaming at the mouth and her heart beating very rapidly.. i rang the vet who said bring her in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113757661681058493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113757661681058493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113757661681058493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113757661681058493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-i-might-have-killed-my-dads.html' title='I Think I Might Have Killed My Dad&apos;s Cat'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113644645841491681</id><published>2006-01-05T07:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:44:17.783Z</updated><title type='text'>New Problems</title><summary type='text'>(use the comments box)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113644645841491681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113644645841491681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113644645841491681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113644645841491681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-problems_05.html' title='New Problems'/><author><name>Guest Agony Aunt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113644637776354638</id><published>2006-01-05T07:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:30:04.540Z</updated><title type='text'>I Lost My Mum</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer comes from Zinnia.The Problem:I have been having the hardest time lately. I lost my mum to brain cancer this last September, and I have been struggling to deal with this hole in my life. I walk around, and I look at other people, and it makes me angry that they have mums and I don't anymore, through no fault of my own. Christmas was a really family holiday for us, and now it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113644637776354638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113644637776354638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113644637776354638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113644637776354638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-lost-my-mum.html' title='I Lost My Mum'/><author><name>Guest Agony Aunt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113636390093792535</id><published>2006-01-04T08:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:30:51.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Sparks and Mutual Desire: Heartbreak?</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer is posted by Clare.The Problem:I have recently met a truly wonderful woman, who has had a deep and profound effect on my life. Which is wonderful. And the feeling(s) seem to be mutual. However she is the mother of two children and also with a partner. I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff, I have really fallen for this woman although we don't really know each other that well (lots</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113636390093792535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113636390093792535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113636390093792535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113636390093792535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2006/01/sparks-and-mutual-desire-heartbreak.html' title='Sparks and Mutual Desire: Heartbreak?'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113533987798674124</id><published>2005-12-23T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:31:30.876Z</updated><title type='text'>I Attract Waifs and Strays</title><summary type='text'>Today's answer is posted by Clare.The Problem:I'm generally a friendly person, but I seem to attract a lot of what could kindly be called "waifs and strays" and less kindly the borderline psychotic / desperately lonely / socially inadequate. I guess I kind of recognise myself in them, which is why they probably gravitate to me, but there comes a point where you've done everything you can to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113533987798674124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113533987798674124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113533987798674124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113533987798674124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-attract-waifs-and-strays.html' title='I Attract Waifs and Strays'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19730112.post-113416204509981420</id><published>2005-12-09T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:46:39.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Come Tell Us Your Problems</title><summary type='text'>This is a brand new Claire Rayner column. For the non-UK-ers amongst you, Ms Rayner is a well-known British agony aunt.Some time in January, we'll start trying to solve problems.We're not qualified or anything, we just can't resist sticking our oars in.We haven't quite worked out exactly who or what we are yet, but we might have any or all of the following available to poke their noses in your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/feeds/113416204509981420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19730112&amp;postID=113416204509981420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113416204509981420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19730112/posts/default/113416204509981420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agonyaunties.blogspot.com/2005/12/come-tell-us-your-problems.html' title='Come Tell Us Your Problems'/><author><name>Pamplemousse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
