Walking on bushes

The second coming hasn’t quite worked out as expected.

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Look ma, no… er, never mind

She’s walking on a hedge. Not through, on.

Rich pickings for comment

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.

Adult baby style

Am I so small or are babies so big that their bibs fit me?

Me in a bib

What a clean bib, you must think. That’s because Anne has never worn one for more than a minute or two before pulling it off.

Occupying both sides of the argument

Only on Facebook can you read, within a couple of posts in the same news stream:

  • Breathtaking love letters from women to women, and men to men;
  • 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.

Born to make you worry

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.

My weakness

As it’s only us here in the south of England, we didn’t have a reunion dinner or go visiting anyone today, the first day of Chinese New Year. But I did realise how simple it was to make sago, so I made sago gula melaka*.

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It was good. It’s times like these that I don’t miss the food at home quite so much.

* I don’t like coconut milk, so I substituted with Greek yoghurt.