She’s spent some time crying that she wants more (temporary) tattoos. Heh.
Anne seemed fascinated by today’s PMQs, which were being broadcast while we were having lunch. I told her this was what passed for democracy in the UK.
The polls are predicting… nothing. The Conservatives are ever so slightly ahead, with neither party able to win enough seats to form a majority. I’m one of those undecided voters this year — and that is highly unusual for me.
Third trimester very soon. Eeeeeeeps.
I don’t know which is worse PR for David Cameron — his unwillingness to be part of televised leaders’ debates (once is enough, apparently), or what will come out of his mouth if he does participate in more.
Reading the news no longer makes me feel outraged, just depressed. I guess hard-line Jewish militant types who want to turn Israel into what is essentially a Nazi (anti-Arab) state will get along with hard-line American right-wingers who think black politicians — who planned to boycott Netanyahu’s speech in Congress — should be lynched.
Nasty work: Boris Nemtsov — Liberal martyr.
And now Anne wants to toilet train, even though I don’t think she’s really ready. Fabulous.
No matter what anyone thinks of the Singapore government’s oppressive, paranoid, and litigious nature, the vast majority of us would not lead such comfortable lives if not for what Lee Kuan Yew did in his political life. You have to have that kind of personality to get the shite done. I don’t think the politicians … Continue reading I hope he’s not in pain
This is a very sweet song: But it really reminds me of this other sweet song: Good thing both acts are quite telegenic.