Itchy and scratchy show

I am 36 and I have nits. Kindly given to me by my little boy who has a whole head full of the little blighters. My husband was combing through all of our hair like a mountain gorilla – he refrained from eating them..

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It’s been 12 days

Since my last post.

I was hoping to be able to contribute something every day. 
So, I had a think about what could be achieve able and I considered how I would like to look back on my younger years when I’m old and frail. It’s a bit like looking back at photos and films of family and friends from years ago. At the time when you take them it didn’t seem like things would change that radically. But looking back the main emotion you feel is wonder that life was ever like that.

So a sentence or two a day, well worded, just to give a flavour of the day should be enough to jolt memories. I encourage you to try it.

For me there are things I didn’t expect I would be feeling at 36. A marriage that is still giving brilliant highs and depressing lows, a job that I didn’t intend to be doing but things change and so do priorities. The number one priority being a job that means you see your children! And a house and location I didn’t expect – the last place I thought we would be in for years…

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Political parenting

The last time I posted it was before Brexit. I voted remain.

The last time I protested in Parliament Square, it was against the Iraq War, because of the predictions that have now been realised. 

I hope the predictions for the country post Brexit are not realised.

I won’t say any more….

It’s a good time to be a parent at the moment, to inspire them in some early activism – ’nuff said.

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