This foetus really likes junk food.
There are the beginnings cast for the Preacher pilot? I just might die.
(Not sure about Raina playing Tulip.)
In theory I have 12 weeks to go. Erm. I can barely deal with Anne right now.
DNA Editing of Human Embryos Alarms Scientists: my opinion? People are now so keen on quick fixes and instant gratification that there would probably be less of a public outcry against designer babies than scientists think.
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.