<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Net, Cocoon, Bond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/net-cocoon-bond/</link><description>Recent content in Net, Cocoon, Bond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/net-cocoon-bond/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>It's Cold Up Here</title><link>/stories/2011/01/09/its-cold-up-here/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/09/its-cold-up-here/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The slide had looked so inviting. We had been dragged round the garden centre in the faint hope of doing some last-minute shopping and we were bored. Really bored. And after we had killed about an hour while the others had vanished into the darker realms of the tools section we were wandering around outside.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mum and I just are not gardeners by nature and we were finding the whole day as dreary as could be. We had used up our browsing limit in the rather thinly stocked gifts section, had drunk a cup of coffee and now we were outside looking at the children’s play area. Somewhere over to the left they were selling off pine trees and someone was hawking roasted chestnuts. Chestnuts, I ask you. Were we in the 21st century or the 19th ?.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>