I have my first official link from someone else's blogsite to mine and am absurdly pleased about it. On a scale of one to 10, about as pleased as Dorothy was when the Emerald City appeared on her technicolour horizon. Tom Watson, the definitive blogging MP, has listed me on his blogroll. Pausing for a quick sigh of happiness and a glance at my sparkling shoes, this means that someone has now read my blog who didn't go to school with me and doesn't share my gene pool. To hell with Iraq, I may even have to vote Labour at the next election to say thankyou.
Today has been rather a good day all-round. I spent the morning being a "special person" at school and was awarded a certificate with red felt-tipped hearts, a daffodil and a chocolate rice crispy cake by my sons. There was a slight vested interest at stake which worried me. If I came in to pick up my award (along with a cup of tea) , my boys also received a chocolate rice crispy cake. Sometimes though, it is best not to look too closely at the quid pro quo, as I am sure Lord Levy would tell you.
To continue the political theme of this blog, the children have apparently been learning about special people - like the Queen. This has involved drawing the Queen's jaggedy- toothed head on a stamp, making a corrugated cardboard crown and a consequent lecture from mummy explaining that the Queen is not actually a special person (apologies to the royalists out there). She is infact an ordinary person just like you and me who only got the job because she was born into a particular family and actually Helen Mirren could do it just as well.
If you cannot brainwash your own children, what is the point of having them?
By the way, for anyone who stopped by yesterday. She left the dog.
Today has been rather a good day all-round. I spent the morning being a "special person" at school and was awarded a certificate with red felt-tipped hearts, a daffodil and a chocolate rice crispy cake by my sons. There was a slight vested interest at stake which worried me. If I came in to pick up my award (along with a cup of tea) , my boys also received a chocolate rice crispy cake. Sometimes though, it is best not to look too closely at the quid pro quo, as I am sure Lord Levy would tell you.
To continue the political theme of this blog, the children have apparently been learning about special people - like the Queen. This has involved drawing the Queen's jaggedy- toothed head on a stamp, making a corrugated cardboard crown and a consequent lecture from mummy explaining that the Queen is not actually a special person (apologies to the royalists out there). She is infact an ordinary person just like you and me who only got the job because she was born into a particular family and actually Helen Mirren could do it just as well.
If you cannot brainwash your own children, what is the point of having them?
By the way, for anyone who stopped by yesterday. She left the dog.
20 comments:
Dear wife of TW,
I too want to live in the North and have daffodils out in my garden in january!
You seem much cheered up, it must be because you are getting more sleep, and becasue you have a plan with the house - or because of the prayer I posted.
THe Queen didn't ask to be the queen though, and does get on with it. it isn't as if you can take the loot with you, and she gets a lot of stick.
Soph.
Special isn't Helen Mirren. She's just doing a paid job.
Now, let me see if I can trump Tom Watson's link. My blog gets at least three times as many people as his does, so if I link to you do you promise to vote Tory?!!! :)
http://iaindale.blogspot.com
You may like to try looking at http://iaindale.blogspot.com/ - the second most popular political blogger in the UK. He was chatting to the Queen only yesterday and spoke about that. Today he has linked to you.
I'm glad she left him the dog.
When he looks back on this in time to come he'll realise that he got the best end of the deal (second to it all sticking together). Dog's are reliable.
Enjoying your blog very much btw.
Hello Wife in the North. It's muddy everywhere at present. Just back from Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia. The place is under water.
Congrats on the link from Iain Dale's Diary, from whence I've wandered.
Dear WITN, You have also been featured in a post on Iain Dale's Diary. Expect many more visitors as a result. I think you write beautifully and I, for one, will be adding you to my blog roll.
Chocolate crispy cakes, even homemade, never quite live up to my expectations.
Does the wife in the north have her own recipe?
Surely voting Labour would be a step too far. Can't you just send a fruit basket or something?
Since Helen Mirren is descended from Russian nobility you might have a point, though I doubt you could sustain the duties of the Monarch since you cannot even handle Northumberland.
Dear lady,
Stand by to get swamped, you've been written up by Iain Dale,
K
You are mentioned by Iain Dale too, today, which is why I visited out of curiosity. Don`t agree with your comment about the Queen and Helen Mirren. Helen Mirren is, undoubtedly, a remarkable actress whereas the Queen is, undoubtedly, a remarkable Queen. Two entirely different roles demanding very different qualities and attributes.
Iain Dale (iaindale.blogspot.com) has just written about your blog, and I've enjoyed reading it.
This is a great blog, and acutually - Iain Dale's linked to you as well!! Or at any rate done a story which has provided endless (if 8 comments can be regarded as endless...)comments. I went up north once and quite liked it by the way.
Dear Wife in the North, this is my first visit to your blog - courtesy of a mention by Ian Dale - and it made me laugh, particularly the bit about Evangelical Christians. We are similarly afflicted in a village much closer to London. I spend a fair amount of time tiptoeing carefully through the early stages of conversations with strangers in case they belong to our local church. And an awful lot of them seem to home-school. God, that seems like hard work, but if you believe in original sin then I suppose only you can be responsible for your children's correction....
And a question: having read through your previous postings I still don't understand why you moved to Northumblerland, beautiful though it is. Why?
When are you starting to write your book ? Make sure you do, otherwise someone else will nick your story for a screenplay ! Make sure you get the film rights - who knows you could even get Helen Mirren to play a role in it...
But who would you get to play WITN ?
Decisions, decisions...
And don't be quite so hard on old 'hubby'. Speaking as a man, I know we can be 'w@nkers' at times. But the world of career these days, as I'm sure you know, puts a lot of pressure on people when there is a lot of competition from younger ones without family responsibility.
Your comment about him whingeing about disturbed sleep struck a chord. Awful for you, but then I've suffered from insomnia in the past and it is torture, and responsible for temporary behaviour 'blips'.
Dear Wife in the North yours is a lovely funny touching blog and much better than the Mummy Diaries etc...
I have come from Iain Dale's blog and am going STRAIGHT back again.
anonymous: Helen Baxendale would be nice
Toodle pip, little black sambo, but you are welcome to drop by anytime.
welcome home
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