Plotting Against Me

Freaking. Out.

Went to the kitchen sink this morning, tipped the water out of the washing up bowl and accidentally killed a massive spider that had taken up residence.

Freaked out. A LOT.

Checked again, definitely dead, or at least mostly dead on account of being drowned.

Freaked out some more. Texted husband to tell him I’m not doing any washing up today on account on the massive dead spider of accidentally murdered.

Update Facebook, because that’s what you do in a spider related crisis.

Get told by friend that spider should just go down the plug hole if flushed with lots of water.

Don’t see how… Spider much to big for plug hole.

Get teased by father in law about turning dead spider into curry.

Spray a load of bleach around the sink. Flush with more hot water.
Gingerly lift up washing up bowl.

Spider is gone.

It was too big to go down the plug, so where the hell has it gone?

It’s obviously crawled out of the sink, horrendously disfigured and disabled now, covered in burns, and calling to it’s mates to come back for revenge.

I’m going to be attacked by spiders now.
I’m going to die aren’t I.

They’re all sat plotting against me.

Argh!

UK Riots

For the second evening in a row I find myself glued to the television news channels, unable to tear myself aware from the horror unfolding across the UK.

It started out in London, moved to Birmingham, then Bristol and Liverpool and now Nottingham and Manchester.

Riots everywhere. Fires burning, hot and fierce. Alarms blaring out. Homes and Businesses lost.

Already 1 person has lost his life, a 26 year old man, shot during the riots in Croydon. He lost his battle to live this morning. He was 26, a year younger than me. It’s heart breaking.

The news seems to be mainly concentrating on Birmingham and Manchester. The riots across London seem to be calming down (knock on wood).

There have been 111 police officers and 5 police dogs injured. Over 500 arrested. Custody suites throughout London are full to the seams, practically bursting. Sky News are reporting that one of the rioters and looters arrested was just 11 years old.

What is the world coming to when the police are arresting 11 year olds for public disorder? Where are their parents?

This is a horrific time for the UK. My heart goes out to those affected and my deepest and sincerest thanks goes out to our emergency services for their continued hard work during this difficult and trying time.

a city in flames

Last night I sat glued to my television, flicking from news channel to news channel, horrified.
I stayed up way later than I should of, watching horror after horror unfold.
I listened and watched the reports as it got closer and closer to my home, not frightened, not yet.
I woke this morning, showered, dressed and grabbed breakfast, glued, yet again, to the news reports. The horror continued into the night.

My city is literally burning to the ground and it’s heart breaking. Thousands have lost their homes, businesses, jobs, cars, and lives in a matter of days, adding to what is already a difficult time across the country.

What started off as a peaceful process to complain about the death of Mark Duggan has turned into an absolute slaughter-fest across London. The stories surrounding his death are not crystal clear and the IPCC are investigating, but I suspect it will be a while before we find out the entire story.

His death is being used as an excuse to destroy our city and economy. An excuse for yobs to terrify the Capital City. An excuse to steal what they can’t afford. An excuse to create mayhem.

The police are working flat out to bring control to the streets.
The fire service is working flat out to bring fires across the city under control.
The London Ambulance service and hospitals are rushed off their feet, helping those injured, suffering smoke inhalation and most likely panic and anxiety attacks, not to mention regular emergencies.

Looting and Rioting has spread to Birmingham, Bristol, and other cities.

My heart breaks for London and it’s people. My heart breaks for those who have lost everything.

Anger wells up inside of me, these people are creating absolute chaos and a part of me wants to grab the nearest shotgun and start taking people out.

I’m wondering when this will end. When will London be controlled again. How much damage has been done and how long it will take for people to recover, for London to recover.

It’s a sad week for London. A sad week for the UK.

London Riots

Watching the news I am saddened by the turmoil in London. I have so many words, and at the same time, no words at all.

The number of people who’s livelihoods have been destroyed, property that has been destroyed, homes destroyed, costing millions of pounds.

People are using the shooting of Mark Duggan as an excuse to cause trouble, make crime and steal, and they should be ashamed of themselves.

Tottenham, Peckham, Hackney, Lewisham (less than 2 miles from my parents), Catford, Croydon, all across London there are scenes of burning buildings and cars and riot police.  It’s moved on  to Birmingham and rumoured to be kicking off in Leeds.

The emergency services are stretched far and thin.  It’s time to call the Armed Forces in.

London is a war zone and it breaks my heart.

 

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21:40

Massive massive thanks to ALL of the emergency services for their hard work over the last 3 days.

The Genre of Abuse

Ever since Dave Pelzer’s book “A Child Called It” hit the shelves, it seems that hundred of other people have chosen to write about their childhood/teenage experiences of abuse.  I call this the Genre of Abuse.

I enjoy reading, in fact enjoy is a bit of an understatment.  I have hundreds of books, I’d have so much more if I could. I’m the type of girl who checks out 10 books at a time from the library and reads them in a week.  So when Dave Pelzers book came out, I thought, “ooh wonder what this is about”, read the inside cover, decided it wasn’t really my thing, but I’d give it a go anyway.  I got to page 7.  After that I vowed that I’d never read a book about child abuse experiences ever again.

On Wednesday I picked up a book by Toni Maguire called Don’t Tell Mummy
I read it in less than 2 hours.  I was horrified, saddened, shocked, in fact I was a whole lot of things.  How someone can abuse a child is beyond me.  Despite not having children of my own (not yet anyway) I felt my maternal instinct kick in, I felt the need to protect the little girl in the book, I felt compelled to read on, despite how horrified I was.  I decided that afternoon that I would never be able to be a social worker.  I would never be able to work in child protection, I just wouldnt be able to cope.  How people who work in those industries cope, I’ll never understand.

I’ll never understand how someone can turn off the images, the evidence they’ve seen and carry on with normal everyday life.  I’ll never understand how someone could abuse a child and act like it’s the most normal thing in the world.  I’ll never understand it.  I’ll never understand how someone who has been abused can write about their experiences for the whole world to read, and last of all, I’ll never understand why people buy these books to read them.

Part of me feels that I’m being very close minded – however I just cant bring myself to read them, nor can I bring myself to explore the reasons behind why they are written and why other people choose to read them.

These books are wildly distributed, in stores, supermarkets, online, which means anyone can buy them.  The book that I read, I got from my Mother In Law’s book shelf, she had it because it was given to her by a friend.  This friend obtained it because it was given to him by a friend.  She only gave him the book, because someone gave it to her 8 year old daughter as a birthday present.  In this hand me down chain, I’m the first person to have read it, it simply went from hand to hand and then on to a shelf.  However, who gives a child a book about a womans experience of child abuse?  Clearly someone stupid, or just very ignorant.
8 year old girls deserve books about girls their own age, ponies, princesses, harry potter, anything else but that.

I read a lot of different blogs, in fact most of the blogs I read are what are known as “MommyBlogs”.  Despite not having my own children, I enjoy reading what other “moms” deal with, the experiences they face with their own children, their own dilemas, and I know that one day my own blog will be completely restarted and I’ll be a mommy blogger too.  In reading all these different blogs, I’ve yet to come across a blog about child abuse, however I imagine the subject creates such strong emotions, that it’s unlikely that I’ll ever come across a post.  I doubt any mommy bloggers read my blog, but I do want to know their opinions.

I want to know if I’m the only person who feels like this, or if there are people out there who have similar feelings.  If people with kids have the same reaction as people without kids, if people with maternal/paternal instinct have the same feelings as those without any maternal/paternal instinct.

thoughts people, give them to me.

What do you think on the Genre of Abuse?