Nothing much to report

It would seem that when you stay at home bugger all happens and hence there is a lack of anything of interest to report. I hope this will not be an epitaph- nothing much to report. I much prefer, "Here lies Edmund Blackadder, and he's bloody annoyed". There being a sense of not completed what you set out to do. Boy do I know that feeling. But by damn I will make my professional mark and the world will take note.

I can't believe that women in previous generations slapped on a happy cheery made-up face in this situation then smiled and grinned and bore- maybe emancipation did create its own issues. Can you have a career and kids? I don't think so- luckily nothing can be hurled at me but insults and these shoulders are broad. As for burning bras- too many women shouldn't have done that for the sole reason that the damaged their knees and backs! I am trying to get rid of that image and I have just eaten.

But in amongst all this there is a sense of freedom and exploration gained from writing a blog- the world opens up and the mind just frees itself. I have even got my Dad to write one which is a glorious thing to behold. He, like me, loves politics and social commentary. He writes acerbically and observes cynically but at least he is rising above apathy. Well done Dad.

Regarding politics everyone has a view on Senator Clinton's withdrawal from the Democratic race and Senator Obama's historic nomination for president. I hope he makes it purely for change but is America ready? It is not my country so does it matter what I think when I can't vote?

So, thinking back there is something to report- we are all alive in one way or another and just have to remember that. I need to stop wallowing in self-pity and pick myself up and bloody well get on with it and make sure that my girls become strong women with a cynical nature-it will help them later.

Cookies and a movie beckon- now that is news!