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.
