I’m sure everyone will be able to identify with at least part of the 18 Things Highly Creative People Do Differently. Me, I daydream, people-watch, love solitude, like to shake things up, and get into a ‘flow state’. I still get to do one or two of these things while being a full-time mother, but solitude isn’t one of them — not when every trip to the toilet includes a toddler who hangs on to my leg, asks if I’m pooping and tries to look in the toilet bowl, then offers to flush.
Aside from it being crazy, appointing a named social worker to every child under five is how the SNP plans to keep employment up if they actually go independent, right? Because they’re also expecting councils and teachers to take over after that. The irony is it’s a Christian charity that’s bringing a legal action against the bill, as they say it’s getting involved in people’s private lives, where they do not belong. Ahem.
A Texan sports broadcaster (from Dallas, no less) pointing out that a football player’s sexuality should be of no consequence to his career prospects; and
Uninformed, uneducated, and saliva-flecked vitriol for anyone whose sexual preferences tend to run same-sex.
The last one is really fun for trolling, and it’s also highly entertaining to watch them twist themselves into knots attempting to conflate sexuality with psychiatric disorders and philosophical positions.
It’s a real shame that there have to be activists and parades in support of different sexualities. My mother is convinced I’m — as she puts it — pro-gay marriage, but I’m not. I’m pro-people being happy. I couldn’t care less who any adult marries or loves as it has no bearing on who I am and how I live. We only get one life and we should all be given the opportunity to live it as peacefully and contentedly as possible.
Those who get so angry and outraged about other’s differences are just wasting their own energy, and methinks they doth protest too much. Maybe they spend so much time thinking about gay sex that they’re all fired up. Ahem.
Children, that is. Their main job in life is to keep their oldies anxious.
We’ve spent the last two days in hospital with Anne. She’s been having more seizures. No definitive diagnosis as yet, but we’ve narrowed it down to two, I think – atypical febrile convulsions due to infection, or epilepsy.
It’s going to be an ‘interesting’ time while the doctors try to figure out what’s wrong.