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Random, as it suggests!
. Earlier this week I made a comment on Facebook that I was finding the sharing of an image of a dead child disturbing. “That this is not what I want to come on Facebook and find”. And then I thought about that statement and hated myself for it. That child, Aylan, symbolises all that is wrong with the world. And all that is right with social
. You know what it’s like. You decide to invite a few mates round to watch a film and then you spend so long trying to all agree which film to watch that by the time you have settled on one that most of you agree on, somebody (usually me) has fallen asleep. Or it’s an impromptu thing because you have your mitts on the DVD that everyone wants
. It’s hard to write a post when you don’t really know much about a subject. When you can’t structure the post to have a clear discussion, or at the very least a conclusion. But these latest killings in the US have made me feel more than ever that gun control in the US needs to radically change. And fast. But how? The Second Amendment (Amendment II) to the
. It’s been a week of celebrations this week. GCSE week and Ellie did brilliantly, we are mighty proud of her. Proof that her hard work and determination (including a PE practical when on crutches) have paid off. She got all the grades she needed to stay on at sixth form at her current school and do the A levels she wants for a degree in physiotherapy. Oh and
. It’s Friday and I haven’t had a rant for a while. I wasn’t going to have one today either, until ten minutes ago. Let me bring you up to speed. Earlier this week I placed an order for Mr B’s wedding anniversary present for next week, with a popular online department store. Feeling lazy, and tight (sorry, but £6.95 for delivery is a bit riduculous), I opted
. Apart from the utter and total exhaustion this week has been a good one. And when I say good I mean quiet. I have actually had a chance to read some other blogs this week. To sit in the garden for half an hour, and to go out for dinner with my bestest best friend Mrs Cooke. We spent last Sunday out in the country having tea
. I read a really interesting post yesterday by a fellow blogger who has, after separating from her husband, decided to revert back to her maiden name. It got me thinking about what is in a name and if it matters. Her blog post is here: The Great Big Name Change (I will sit here and drink my tea whilst you go and have a read. Do make sure
. I could have told you that. I don’t need a recent study, that presumably applied for some kind of funding to reach this conclusion, to tell me that us over 40s need more sleep. You just have to look at the state of my eyes to know I need more sleep. And I know I am not alone. It is all very well churning out these studies
. I bet you are thinking “huh? You just shove it in your mouth don’t you?” Well you would be right. That is how I have been eating cupcakes for 45 years. But apparently there is a better way. It used to be easy. Cupcakes were typically mostly cake, as the name suggests, and if you were lucky there was a cherry on top. Or maybe even little
. My week this week has been much quieter. Thankfully. In fact there is nothing in the diary at all. That’s not to say we didn’t do anything, it has still been a bit bonkers but mostly involving me dropping off youngest teen to various social engagements. And sorting out the house. It struck this week that my mood is directly related to the state of the
. The problem with camera bags is they look like camera bags. Which is fine if you are a proper photographer. It can start a conversation about what you are shooting with. Comparing lenses. Discussions about film versus digital. Editing packages. Yadda yadda yadda. It means that idiots with a camera like me soon get rumbled as I have no idea about aperture or
. If there is one thing the boys in my family love, it is cars. There is little that Jonnie and my dad don’t know about classic cars. The Jaguar above belongs to my folks and I could write a book on the travels it has done with them, including London to Sydney, Panama to Alaska and various trips around Europe. Before Jonnie had passed his driving test at 17