X Marks the Spot

I have been sick and tired of the election hype for weeks. I tend to think that the desire to hold high public office generally means that the person is totally unsuitable. I have been lied to by experts (have you met Robbie?) I am not easily persuaded that any of them deserve to be trusted with the care of a goldfish, let alone trusted with the running of the country! However jaded I feel about those standing for election there is one thing I am absolutely sure about, I must vote. We often forget that the right to vote was hard won and in the case of women it was not until 2nd July 1928 that the right for all women to vote on the same terms as men became law. It is a right that was hard won at great cost to many.

Tintin Meets Jimmy Neutron 02.02.07

There was high drama in our house this morning. Sam went upstairs to do his hair and came down again looking like Cleo Roccos on a bad day. I turned him round and sent him back to rectify the problem and he stomped off ranting about his human rights. He returned looking like a cross between Tintin and Jimmy Neutron but there was no time for another redesign and so set out for school, with his hair gelled so firmly that I wasn't sure if we needed a hairdresser or Pneumatic Drill to tackle the problem! As soon as Sam (who by this time was giving me the silent treatment) was safely despatched to school, plans were made for Robbie and Sam to go and have their ears lowered tomorrow!