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The Day Everything Got A Bit Serious

on Jan 8, 2015

I want to talk about Ched Evans. I know: yesterday I was all serious, too. But I’ve been thinking about this a lot, so I thought I’d lay out my thoughts here. Feel free to disregard ’em. If you’ve been reading here awhile, you’ll know that I’m something of a bleeding heart. I don’t believe in the death penalty, I don’t believe in imprisonment for imprisonment’s sake, I believe in immigration and I believe that the state should support those unable to support themselves. I believe that drug users are ill, not criminals, and I believe the NHS is one of the greatest things to ever come out of our country. I also believe that it’s highly unlikely that in 2015, our government would support such a philanthropic gesture again. All in all, I’m a bit of a soft touch, which is probably why I believe that when someone has been...

The Day With Some Perspective

on Jan 7, 2015

Here I was, fingers poised, ready to write about my day and first-day-back-at-work and then something horrific happens and you realise none of it matters. Not when twelve people went into work this morning and will never come back. My day’s been fucking amazing in comparison. Who gives a shit that my commute was crap and I have a bit of a headache?

The Day With Lots of Sleep

on Jan 6, 2015

7.30pm last night, I get a call from my husband. He’d popped out to the car during his break and now it won’t start. It’s not chugging, or clicking, or anything. Key turns and there’s an abundance of sweet fuck all. Marvellous. Even though I knew I’d have to wake him again at 9.45pm, I sent S to bed anyway. He’s eleven, and whilst he might think he’s totally grown up and able to stay up until 10pm without issue, I’m his mother and I know damned well that he turns into the antichrist if he chips so much as even an hour off his ten-hours-a-night sleep schedule. So I wake him, bundle him up in his onesie and a slanket – just for good measure – and we make the fifteen minute journey to M’s place of work. I am so glad he doesn’t work forty-five minutes away any more. Get there, with my brother tailing behind as he has...

The Day There Were PLANS, Baby

on Jan 5, 2015

If nothing else, today was awesome because everyone had to go back to work and I didn’t. (And just to rub it in a little more, I’ve also booked off tomorrow, too. I know: you hate me. I don’t care, though). It’s been a quiet day. Spent the day not doing very much, initially a little bit of stitching and then, latterly, trying to clear some documentaries off the Sky+ Planner. S was in school and M in work from 2pm, so it was unnaturally quiet once M had left – my first alone time since before Christmas, I guess. Thankfully I had birthday dog Wesker (Four! He’s FOUR!) to keep me company – and my toes warm – until it was time to pick S up. Whilst I was off from the day job, IGN never sleeps, so whilst I didn’t write anything today, I subbed and pitched a few things. Also decluttered my inbox, which – despite my best efforts to...

Protected: The Day I’m Fighting Helicopter Parenting

on Jan 4, 2015

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

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