That Week Just Gone


Well a weeks holiday at home at the end of August hasn’t disappointed. With one weather warning, a storm, and an accidental sausage incident, but at least there was also the ice cream, our first trip bowling, and cider. (Not all at once)

Still. Not going back to work till Tuesday. Plenty of time to avoid embarrassing myself in that time…

Adulting fail.

So there we are. Enjoying the Alfresco dining thing at Double Locks (Which was amazing by the way), as food started to get finished – the wasps came out to play.

As wasps are a giant distraction for anyone, let alone a 7 year old when they are eating, we decided to finish up there and move over to the play area.

This wasn’t before we grabbed the left over sausages, which, somehow ended up in my direction. Not knowing what to do with random cold sausages in the middle of a pub garden, i put them (wrapped in a serviette), in to my jumper pocket.

Time passed, as I was pushing the small one on the swing I absentmindedly put my hand in my pocket, realised that the sausage was coming out of the serviette, and without thinking said “Hold on darling, Daddy just needs to re-cover the sausage in his pocket“.

Sending the mum pushing her kid on the swings next to us into a hysterics, and proving to the world I shouldn’t be allowed to talk to, or around people.

Obviously, I took the sausage out immediately afterwards, to show her what I meant… but I’m not convinced that helped.

The Return of The Smoke Alarm.

Regular readers of the blog, (from what I can tell there are at least 2 of you out there), may remember the issues with our smoke alarm, and my inability to check the size of the replacement smoke alarm I’m ordering…

It seems I also have the inability to trust that “past me” would order a spare smoke alarm, and put it away in a sensible place within our shed “just in case needed”.

The Philosopher of The Week

If you wonder why some groups of people seem to advocate against abortions more than… anything else… This rant might have a few answers…

““The unborn” are a convenient group of people to advocate for. They never make demands of you; they are morally uncomplicated, unlike the incarcerated, addicted, or the chronically poor; they don’t resent your condescension or complain that you are not politically correct; unlike widows, they don’t ask you to question patriarchy; unlike orphans, they don’t need money, education, or childcare; unlike aliens, they don’t bring all that racial, cultural, and religious baggage that you dislike; they allow you to feel good about yourself without any work at creating or maintaining relationships; and when they are born, you can forget about them, because they cease to be unborn. It’s almost as if, by being born, they have died to you. You can love the unborn and advocate for them without substantially challenging your own wealth, power, or privilege, without re-imagining social structures, apologizing, or making reparations to anyone. They are, in short, the perfect people to love if you want to claim you love Jesus but actually dislike people who breathe.”
~ Pastor Dave Barnhart, MDiv., PhD

Still annoyed at The Government?

Government May 2020: Stay Home. Protect the NHS. Save Lives.

Government August 2020: Stuff that. Crowd the busses, train stations, and roads. Get the heck back in the office, and into the coffee shops. Oh and don’t forget to crowd the shops at lunch time to buy food. Screw Coronavirus we need to save Starbucks.

Oh and we also reckon you should be sacked if you dont work in the (probably not going to be covid secure) office, because we’re massive fans of big government, for no other reason than it suits big businesses.

Quote of the week.

Small One (40 minutes after bedtime): “Daddy, can you tell me a story?”

Next week. Well. We have a trip into town this weekend, a bank holiday, and… I guess I should go back to work.

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