Why oh why??

Why are we women such wimps? I used to know a fella, who would grope you any opportunity he got. Did I tell anyone? No, of course I didn't. Why, I hear you yell. Well, I might've hurt his feelings. I might've upset his wife. I might've got a bit embarrassed...the list is endless. Of course, now many years on, I feel like shouting to myself 'you stupid cow, WHY DIDN'T YOU DO SOMETHING???' The benefit of hindsight is a wondeful thing. Speaking to other women, it turns out I wasn't the only one whose breasts held allure for this pervert...sorry, person.  If we'd all spoken out, then there'd have been security in numbers. But somehow, I don't think we'll be the last group of women who suffer in silence. And I don't know what can be done to change that.

The final frontier...

So, 'they' are looking for signs that Mars could've had conditions that might've supported life. Of course, being the arrogant humans that 'they' are, they are basing their assumptions on the fact that any other lifeform MUST be like us. They must breathe oxygen; they must drink water; they must have two eyes a mouth, and limbs. They just don't consider that another lifeform might be something so far removed from us, that they are unimaginable. A lifeform that perhaps breathes carbon monoxide, or nitrogen  air...or they don't breathe at all, (I mean, look at fish... am I right??). A lifeform that doesn't eat, or sleep, and looks so far removed from 'us' that 'they' couldn't conceive that they are life at all. The rocks that they are blasting on Mars? Well, maybe they just annialated a whole civilisation. Why not? After all, there are lifeforms here on earth that aren't like 'us' but are still alive. Earthworms, for example,  beetles, centipedes...the list goes on. 'They' need to stop being so damn arrogant, and start accepting that the universe doesn't start and end with us.

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lovely weather for the time of year

You gotta love this global warming malarky. I've never been so cold.  But here is what I don't understand: if man, and by man, I mean, if multinational companies are responsible, (and God knows, I HATE multi-national companies), for this planet warming up, who caused the ice age? Or was that a big fat lie created by Steven Spielberg so he could make a cartoon? When the ice melted thousands (was it??) of years ago, I don't think Bob in his cave selling a few woolly mammoth burgers would've caused enough CO2 to melt the then vast ice cap. Of course, America (and by America I mean multi-national companies) selling their CO2 quotas to third world countries doesn't help matters, but you have to wonder. Of course, we, (and by 'we' I mean 'us') have to wonder why they (and by they I  mean....oh, you get my drift) all of a sudden want to scare us into thinking we are killing the planet. What is in it for them? Cos lets face it, there is always something in it for them.

can you limp with one arm??

CAN YOU LIMP WITH ONE ARM??

For those who don't know me, and why should you; I'm assuming you stumbled across my blog accidentaly, my right arm was paralysed in 2001 during two operations to remove a neurofibroma (I suggest a dictionary at this interlude) from my brachial plexus (ditto). I have been wearing a sling 24/7 ever since; a natty blue number made from comfy-ish blue foam, with adjustable straps.  First, the Royal Liverpool Hospital supplied them. Then they stopped. Then Ormskirk Hossie stepped in and took over the funding. Then Davids Cameron got in power and they stopped.

So, no bugger will supply me with cocaine, oops, sorry, slings now. You'd think I was asking for a class A drug the way I'm being treated. I was kindly offered a triangular bandage, you know, the calico ones that used to come with kiddie's nurses outfits; that cost thruppence ha'ppeny a dozen, and don't drain therefore, drain the coffers of the PCTs.

I'd like to ask, (who [whom??] exactly, I don't know) what I am supposed to do with my paralysed arm? Put it in my Gucci bag and carry it around with me? Oh, no, thought I was Victoria Beckham for a minute then. So make that an Aldi carrier bag. Given that I won't be able to leave the house in 6 weeks, when my last sling has been used, I really would like to know.

Would an amputee be left without a crutch? A diabetic without insulin? No, so why should I be deprived of a sling? OK, they cost £12 each, but there is no way I could fund that. AND I'm an ex-nurse, so I'm not even given any special treatment for that for that. Then again, ex soldiers who were prepared to die for Queen and Country are sleeping under Waterlooe Bridge so perhaps I'm expecting way too much.

There's the scrapheap Miss Braben, don't bang your head  on the way in...

 

A POEM for OUR PRIME MINISTER.

 

 

Do you weep Mr Cameron, do you weep?

As the bombs fall while you sleep.

While some children die, while yours are warm and dry,

Do you weep Mr Cameron, do you weep?

 

Have you ate Mr Cameron, have you ate?

Do you have lots of food on your plate?

While some children go hungry, but you never do,

Have you at Mr Cameron, have you ate?

 

Can you hope Mr Cameron, can you hope?

Can you look to your future and hope?

Can you know how it feels to never have joy....

no, of course not.

 

 

 

 

 

 



Round 2

So, after 2 days of trying top work out how to post a new chapter, I finally worked out that as I hadn't posted for over 6 months, (well, a year) that my  old blog was defunct. Now that's sorted, I solomny swear to update my blog frequently...honest, gov!