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So, it’s been a busy week in politics.

Yesterday I was trying to explain to our granddaughter, Munki that we are living in extraordinary times, the history lessons of the future.

If you are looking for a good old political debate, you’ve found the wrong blog. I’m just a disillusioned, skint and worried about the future of our country voter, watching with concerned eyes as our country tears itself apart. I’m not clever enough to fully understand it all but here’s my two penn’orth as I see it.

While I was watching the news about the vote of no confidence in Theresa May, it struck me how much like a pack of howling, baying wolves her opponents are. My God, these are the people we trust to run our country.

You know, whether you love or hate Theresa May, you have to admire her fortitude in continuing to do the job of getting us out of Europe after the constant attacks on her from all sides.

I’m bloody certain she’d be able to do a much better job if she was able to concentrate on the task she’s been given, nay, not given, I should have said the job she had foisted on her,  instead of constantly having to ward off attacks from those who should be putting our country, rather than their own careers,  at the forefront of events.

Like it or not, the country, albeit halfheartedly, voted to leave Europe. I’ll say that again. The country voted to leave.  Yes,  it was a close vote. If everyone who’s now shouting their mouth off had got off their arses and voted we might have had a clearer picture of what the nation wanted to happen but the result still came out as ‘leave’ and so that is what must happen.  Theresa May is carrying out the wishes of the electorate. Whether you, I or she agrees with the result of the vote is irrelevant. The country voted. Last time I looked we still lived in a democracy, although I am beginning to wonder about that.

Poor woman is having to make it up as she goes along. Everything happening now is unprecedented. It’s not like there’s a bloody training manual telling her how to do it, is there? Every single step of the way she is feeling her way through and trying to get the best deal for her country. That, in the face of   immense opposition from the EU and while simultaneously keeping a watchful eye over her shoulder for the knives of her own colleagues about to stab her in the back.

I might be wrong but I’m pretty sure no one works at their best under that kind of pressure.

If I had a complaint it would be that we wouldn’t be in this position now if the people of this country had bothered to get off their arses and vote in the last referendum.

Mind you, we were, and still are, being fed so much hyperbole it’s impossible to know the truth from the lies. Does anyone really have the full picture?

I shall keep watching, worrying and getting poorer until it all sorts itself out.

And in other news…A Devonshire woman bludgeoned her husband to death for his refusal to get a bloody hearing test when he so obviously needs one.

A police spokesperson said that no court in the land would convict her as  having every single thing she said met with,  EH? WOSS ‘E SAY? and “turn it up, love”, amounts to abuse and could be a cause of temporary insanity.

My own personal favourite, is his endearing habit of whipping his head round, jumping like he’s been stung and then declaring, “Wot you shouting ’bout? I never heard a bloody thing.” Precisely, my love. Precisely. GET A BLOODY HEARING TEST!!!!!

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A right tit


Here’s a picture of a right tit.

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Source: Internet

And here’s another one.

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Source: Internet

Yup. it’s Nigel Farage, that racial tension mongering arse. He taps into the middle aged, middle class, just below the surface racism, sexism and every other kind of ism that sadly people in our peer group seem to subscribe to.  A nice, law abiding, civilised bunch on the surface with a seedy underbelly of racist and sexism. The ones who bizarrely go round saying “I should paint my face black, the Government would be throwing money at me then.” For God’s sake! Come on people, like it or not we live in a multi racial society now.

Don’t get me wrong, I have very strong views about those who come to live in our county, take full advantage of our benefits, health and education system and them condemn our society as it doesn’t fall into line with their religious beliefs.

I have incredibly  strong views about those who come to live in this country and then refuse to integrate or learn the language. Such a refusal to become part of their adopted country can only lead to suspicion and tension as certain areas of town become no go areas.

I have even stronger views about those who grow up in our country and then hop on a plane to go to terrorist school, returning later to bomb the bejaysus out of us.

However, the majority of immigrants here are hard working and law abiding people who despise these radicals as much as I do. Besides which, most of the Asians in this area are third, fourth, fifth  or more generation and are as English as I am.

Which brings me back to that rabble rouser,  Farage.

For those reading this who may not be in this country or aware of our politics, Nigel Farage is a dickhe……..er, I mean an elected MP and leader of the UKIP party, a right wing ‘give England back to the English’ party.

Sadly, because of his ability to tap straight into middle class and middle age prejudices as well as appealing to the more right wing element of our society, his policies are gaining ground. It’s a terrifying  thought that this man and his thugs should gain any real power in this country.

 Anyway, moving on before I start to rant…..

 His latest jolly jape is to tell mothers to cover up when feeding their babies the way God intended them to.

WHAT?!?

In an attempt to be fair, what actually happened was that a waiter in Claridges rushed over to a breastfeeding mother and told her to cover up or sit in a corner. Of course it quite rightly hit the headlines. Mr Farage in his infinite wisdom decided this was a suitable bandwagon to jump onto and leapt on – in defence of Claridges policy!  Then he wondered why all hell broke out.

 Does the oaf not realise that feeding babies  is exactly what breasts are for?   How on earth can he find it offensive that a baby is being fed from the breasts of it’s mother?  Obviously  finds it more acceptable to see them emblazoned over the pages of a newspaper to be leered at.

As a woman who has breast fed all three of her children I think I can speak for the majority of breast feeding mums when I say that we don’t whip out our baps at the drop of a hat and wave them around for all to see.  I would go so far as to say that no woman in her right mind would choose to  get her baps out in public and when they do so  to feed their babies it is discreetly and quietly. Nothing to see or get offended about here, folks!

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Mr Farage, you made a massive boob this time. Carry on just as you’re doing and hopefully we’ll soon be rid of you.

You are what you eat, or breathe


Ok, I’m not going to claim that my body is a temple, more of a kebab house really but I have always tried to be careful about what I eat as I do believe passionately that you are you eat. In the days when I had the luxury of doing such things I would always shop organically, my children were all brought up an a good organic, relatively non processed diet with the occasional sin thrown in to keep things exciting. I mean, who doesn’t love the occasional Maccie D?

As a parent I fretted over the state of the environment, what my kids were breathing in and what kind of a world they and their children would inherit. When a motorway was built right next to the boys’ school I was horrified. Have the Government no idea what damage heavy metal ( lead, not music. I’ve no issue with heavy metal music) emissions cause to young people? Particularly with Lashes, as her perfect state of health can be balanced on the thinnest, sharpest knife-edge.

For years I fretted about it all, while researching ways to keep my family safe from such things.  One day I may tell you about my long running battle with the hospital doctors who wanted to treat Lashes with treatments that would eventually cause her more harm than  do her good.  One of my finest hours, I’m proud of that.

Of course in the 80’s this kind of talk was dismissed as hippy nonsense. In a supermarket I once asked there they kept the couscous only to find myself directed to “the crank section”. Charming.

Now it would appear that all my pseudo hippy ramblings and reading have been vindicated. I came across this article on the BBC News website this morning. I’m trying really hard not to thumb my nose at all the nay sayers and say “I BlOODY TOLD YOU!” Y’see, I was just way ahead of my time.

Read and inwardly digest.

Did removing lead from petrol spark a decline in crime?