This week has been one of those weeks (again), but thankfully blogging has kept me somewhat sane. All that angst that has building up inside me needed to be shared with the world (whether you like it or not!). What a great way to whine about things that has happened over the week and to tell the world to Flip-Off!
So here goes:-
Flip off to DOG SHIT! - Yep it’s happening again. Actually, it’s been happening for the last 2 years! Ive never known anything like it. For the last 24 months I’ve been trying to find out who’s been responsible for letting their dog or dogs foul on my lawn.
The dog warden have been called, the council had been informed, but the doggy doo offender still haven’t been caught. I’ve even gone to the extent of doing a dog shit vigil but yielded no results.
So feeling rather tired of it all, I shoveled every single one of those offensive doggie doos and strategically placed them on the painted sign NEXT TO MY LAWN (yes people are also illiterate as well as ignorant!) just to subtly hint that I do not appreciate their dogs shitting all over my front yard!
Dog owners that let your dogs do this, SHAME ON YOU!
Flip Off to lack of sleep and feeling tired all day! – This week I’ve been walking around like a zombie. The lack of sleep is really getting to me, every morning I wake up like a bear with a sore head. Sleep deprivation has been known to be used as a form of torture, so why me?
Flip Off to the weather! – We were teased with a few weeks of sunshine in June, and now July (nearly August) the British weather has not failed to disappoint. It’s been raining, cold and grey for the last 2 weeks and really I could do with the sunshine now that the school holidays have begun. There’s only so much ‘indoor wet play’ I can take, I need sunshine please! And make it last- all summer preferably! That’s all!!!
Flip Off to not having time together with my husband! – All work and no play makes Fairyboo a pissed off mofo! The days and nights are getting repetitive (that’s marriage for you). I was telling a friend just the other day, that the last time that me and MrB had a time alone for more than a day,was when we had our honeymoon. Ermmm 3 years ago?! Yup, it’s all about the kids and work now, and the over time that MrB is doing is not making things any better. I need a break – we need a break – I expect it in a few years or so….. *sigh*
Well…. that was theraputic! Thanks Kludgymom 
The daily humdrum of life can be a drag, and if you are one of many of London commuters you would know how unattractive a winters morning trip to work could be. But this was changed when the ground floor was converted to a dance floor, when over 350 appeared to be travelers burst into dance and performed a mix of dance moves which left commuters feeling confused but also most importantly bringing a smile to their normally dismal faces.
Forget any cynicism, yes its an advertisment but considering what our world is going through at the moment, this kind of thing is just what we need, I just wished that I was there to join in the fun.
These are the new photos released today of the blue eyed angelic Baby P. A toddler who endured countless physical abuse that ended in tragedy, his innocent life cut short in the hands of his mother, boyfriend and friend.
Baby P was seen 60 times by social workers, health visitors and doctors in the last eight months of his life, after he was put on Haringey’s Child Protection Register.
Despite his obvious weight loss, bruises and other injuries not one of the officials intervened to stop his daily torment.
Baby P’s abuse trial heard he was used ‘as a punch bag’ in the four-bedroom council house in Haringey, North London, which he shared with his 27-year- old mother, her sadistic boyfriend and their lodger.
At his death his tiny frame weighed only 23lb – the healthy weight for a child five months younger.
Four separate inquiries have been launched into the failure by child protection and health authorities to halt Baby P’s suffering.
Source: Daily Mail
I have never felt so strongly about anything, and as a parent, I want to make a difference and put stop to this kind of abuse. So I would like to ask the support of my readers to please sign a petition to sack the child protection officials who failed Baby P. We want lessons to be learnt from this and hopefully safeguarding our children from this kind of monstrous abuse.
- Broken back
- Bleeding in the spine
- Fingernail stripped off the skin
- Eight broken ribs
- Front tooth knocked out
- Ripped ear
No you’re not reading a list of injuries from a horror movie, these are only the few of the 50 injuries sustained by a 17 month old baby, another life cut short, another abuse left ignored. A trial in the Old Bailey on the death of Baby P ended yesterday leaving us the horrific details on how this baby suffered in the hands of his mother, boyfriend and a friend. It was revealed that his step-father had a sick fascination with torturing animals while his mother has been accused as a liar and had every excuse for her sons injury every time the Social Workers came to investigate, we even heard that she used to cover her child with chocolate to hide his bruises.
I am really finding it hard to write this post, as I read through the details of how his little life was taken I can only think of my own children and trying to understand why a mother or anyone who wish to call themselves a human being could do this to an innocent child. I can imagine him wanting the pain to end, how he lived in squalor, wanting to be with his daddy, he trusted the people around him, yet they treated him worse than an animal until his frail body finally gave up.
I really don’t know what to say, I’m sure many of you feel the same way as I do, I cannot put it into words, I can only feel my heart breaking and hoping that Baby P is finally at rest and hope that little angels are looking after him in heaven. God bless you darling.
My eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing and my jaw was literally on the floor. A program titled ‘My Fake Baby’ was one of the featured documentaries on Channel 4, which follows the lives of women who ‘looks after’ a reborn baby.
If you’ve never heard of a ‘reborn‘ then you are not alone, this was the first time that I saw or heard of this and I shook my head in disbelief that this niche has been created for women out there who are desperate to have a baby of their own. The doll uncannily resembles an infant, and are made with delicate and real life features to replicate a real baby. They can be customised to the buyers requirements from blinking, birthmarks and can also be fitted with breathing mechanisms just to add to that ‘living’ look.
One of the women featured in this documentary was Christine, an older woman who had a replica of her grandson made to get over her loss when Harry and his parents moved to New Zealand. It was obvious that the absence of Harry has deeply affected Christine. It was clear that she was emotionally unstable and is finding it hard to let go of her grandson. She spoke about him as if he had died, and in some way, I think she sees it that way, which is very sad. But I asked myself, would this really help her get over the loss of her grandchild? Or will it just prolong the pain that she has been feeling, by looking after an emotionless piece of plastic?
Like Christine, many women use these ‘reborns’ as aides in over coming loss, and who are we to judge even if we find it a little unorthodox? Many people deal with grief in different ways and if this is what ‘heals’ them then I can accept that, but I don’t think I can get used the idea of grown woman cooing after a latex form and hearing them call it ‘the perfect baby’. To me it’s just plain weird.
