So it’s sorted
Lifesaver Baby and Children
Saturday 4 September
09:00 to 13:00
Well, it had to happen sooner or later, little girl vs bee (or wasp, I’ll never know). Have you noticed how this August, London has been overrun by wasps? A friend of mine has an alleyway down the side of his house where for the last three weeks, the floor has been literally carpeted by wasps. Apparently they eat the sap that drops on the pavement.
I would just like to put my 2¢ into the indeterminate gender thing. I think alternating between ‘he’ and ‘she’ more or less at random through a text (I’ve been reading about babies and this is done A LOT in these texts) is both annoying and unnecessary. I’d be happy for indeterminate to default to feminine. If that doesn’t work, we could have a year on and a year off, so 2004 could be “she” and 2005 could be… no, wait that’s even more stupid.
Can be as confusing as it can be extraordinarily painful. I am having an uncommonly shitty morning and it really hurts–arse. Arse, arse, feck.
Sorry about the dates jumping around guys, just messin’ with the MT date formats. If you can muster any strong feelings about it, comments with prefs or recommendations on date formats for a diary-style blog (which I guess is what this is) are welcome…
THE STORY – It seemed like a good time to start something new. The news from the meds is pretty crap but hey ho, movement increasingly difficult, some pains are frequent and I know that some of them will last as long as I do. Why then are things funnier than ever before? Why am I relaxed? Happier? More content? What’s really weird is that it isn’t even slightly drug induced as in the past (not that kind - the necessary ones). Why start writing a blog about a pretty depressing subject? Maybe just one person will read it and take just a little comfort from the fact that it doesn’t have to be scary; it doesn’t have to be the end till the The End. Even then maybe there’s an epilogue…
Just had a lovely morning in the rain with CLF. We were gonna do the painting thing, but then I remembered the stables at the London Equestrian Center (CLF liked Albert best I think–lots of fuzzy mane in the face etc) in Lullington Garth, Woodside Park (you know, near Finchley). Funny thing little girls and horses. In any case, this week is Pony Week at the L.E.C. and the place was packed with nine-year-old girls in very expensive leathery riding stuff so CLF got a major close-up display of horse grooming with all the trimmings (droppings, mud and rain).
The French have a wonderful knack for keeping it simple.