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Heaven help us

My friend reported on Facebook this morning that her child came home from school singing ‘Baa baa pink sheep’. A quick internet search revealed that my worst suspicions were true. Some nurseries and schools have banned Baa baa Black Sheep so as not to cause offence.

Is this not political correctness gone mad?

This made me think about other nursery rhymes, much loved by both my children and my grandchildren.

Georgy Porgy is a definite one for the chop. He kissed the girls and made them cry. Now, if the girls can’t even kiss grandma now, imagine the trauma caused by Georgie Porgy’s unwanted attention. That one’s binned then.

Mary had a little lamb. Hmmm…’s fleece was white as snow. Clearly an example of white supremacy. What about the other sheep whose fleeces were a bit imperfect? Yup….that one’s out too.

There was a crooked man……oops.  This one is a non-starter. Could we change ‘crooked’ to ‘bent’ maybe. Erm….no. ‘Slightly lopsided’? Nope. We’ll have to ditch that one.

What are little boys made of? That’s got to go as it is defamatory to boys in general. I actually know lots of boys who are sugar and spice and lots of girls who are snails and puppy dogs’ tails. Anyway, it is insulting to snails. And puppy dogs.

Three blind mice. Well, aside from the poem being about blind creatures, that farmer’s wife exhibits extreme cruelty in the blatant cutting off of innocent creatures’ tails. Has to go.

More animal cruelty in Horsey Horsey. Not even allowed a little rest.

Pop goes the weasel – more animal cruelty!

Ding dong bell, pussy’s in the well. Dear me. Even more animal cruelty.

Tom Tom the piper’s son. Crikey! He stole a pig and then made off. When he was caught he was beaten. We can’t be reading that to our little ones.

As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives! No, no, no.

Looking down a list of nursery rhymes for inspiration brought to my attention how realistic they are for us today. Life in ConDem Britain:

Diddle Diddle Dumpling – having to wear his trousers in bed because he can’t afford the heating.

Jack Sprat and his wife having to share a dinner because they only got one meal from the Food Bank.

Little Tommy Tucker – busking on the streets so he could eat.

Old Mother Hubbard – when she got there the cupboard was bare. Another candidate for the Food Bank.

The North wind doth blow and Rain Rain Go Away – definitely linked to the Environment Agency job and budget cuts.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She could afford a shoe?!?

Pease Pudding – clearly a northern delicacy – but having to eat it nine days old? Yuck.

I seriously wonder whether common sense has just gone out of the window. I also wonder whether anyone with black skin is seriously worried that children sing about a sheep who happens to have a black fleece? It’s a good job that nobody in authority heard the lullaby that my mother-in-law used to sing to her children. Now that would have been banned!


Don’t kiss granny!

It is official. The world really HAS gone mad!

Today brings the news that children shouldn’t kiss relatives as it might leave them open to sex exploitation later in life.


Well, on closer inspection of the article, it actually says that children shouldn’t be ‘forced’ to kiss relatives which is fair enough. But really….

I’d be more worried if my two beautiful grandsons didn’t experience cuddles and kisses from me and granddad.  Children thrive on love and affection – believe me, I’ve seen children deprived of it and they are deeply marked by the lack of it.  The bond between grandparent and grandchild is so special and woe betide anyone who dictates to me about how to behave in this respect.

I think some people just need to get a proper job.

Schools should do….

Another day. Another person telling us what ‘schools should do’. Another time when I shout at the TV ‘What do you think we’ve been doing for years??’.  I get really fed up with people who know nothing about education telling schools what they should be doing. Every school I know has a bullying policy, an internet safety policy, a child protection policy. In fact, when I finally gave up teaching, our school had a policy for just about anything you could think of. These were not just pieces of paper paying lip-service to situations. They were working documents with standard procedures, obeyed by all staff. The only difference between teaching in 2008 and teaching in 1978 in my experience was that everything was committed to paper. Much of what is written on those bits of paper is common sense. If you witness bullying or a child tells you they have been bullied, you act on it. It’s a no-brainer. The difficulty lies in the child telling someone in the first place. Every child being bullied worries that by telling they will make things even worse.

Cyber-bullying is much harder. Schools often have divided opinions about nasty messages being received at home and how far their jurisdiction should extend. When does online bullying become ‘nothing to do with school’?

I remember a few years ago, a student told me that her friend was having an online relationship with a man and they planned to meet up. I was very concerned that this girl knew nothing about this person’s real identity. So, I rang her parents to discuss this and ask if they were aware. I got a torrent of abuse for ‘interfering’ in their daughter’s personal life. I still maintain that if it were my daughter, I’d have been very grateful for the concern of her teacher but we’re not all the same.

The key to getting things as good as they can be is an open and honest relationship between home and school. Each should view the other with respect and have the common goal of caring for and developing each child positively. It helps that parents can view the school’s policies but if they feel they are not being applied, they should feel comfortable about raising their worries directly with the school management. By the same token, whilst teachers don’t believe everything a child tells them happens at home, it should be important that the teacher feels they can ring to discuss any concerns which have arisen.

I get exasperated that schools seems to be responsible for all society’s ills. In many cases, school is the one constant in a child’s life. Teachers take that responsibility very seriously. So please, government, news companies, general public, before you tell us what we ‘should’ be doing, research what we actually ARE doing and have been doing for decades.

Answer to Amazon query

This is a photo of the plug connector, sitting on a ruler. As you can see, it is almost 1cm wide.


jack plug

Hopes and Fears

It is customary to think about the last twelve months at this time of year. Then, having swept away those cobwebs, set out our hopes for the next year.  I have been reading a lot of people’s blogs this weekend. Inspirational people. People who nurture our children on a daily basis. People who work so hard, with such commitment, yet get more and more heaped upon them. I am so glad to be out of that world.

It would be impossible to list my hopes and fears for 2014 (unless I decide to write a book again). But this is my chance to set myself some targets for the coming year.  To be fair, some of these are more easily achieved than others – especially those which focus on others in my life. But I’m a mother and grandmother so anything’s possible.

1.  I need to take better care of my body by eating more sensibly and taking more exercise. I hate exercise. I love eating. It’s a problem.

2. I need to cut myself some slack in my caring role. The world will not come to an end if I have an afternoon out at the shops.

3.  I must stop spoiling my two grandsons so much. No matter how many times I say it, I know I still fail because they are adorable and I just want to bury my face in them both and breathe them in day and night. How is it physically possible to love two little people so much?

4. I want my number one daughter to try and relax more and stop trying to be Mrs. Perfect at Everything.  I fear for her physical and mental health if she continues to burn at the current rate. Something’s got to give. At Christmas, I saw her relax and laugh more than she has in a while. It was good to see and I hope she takes more time to do so this year.

5. That brings me to daughter number two. My hopes for her are that she can finally find a gorgeous man (of whatever creed or colour) who will make her happy, respect her and her funny little ways, surround her with love and want to be with her as much as she wants to be with him. She deserves this so much.

6. I must remember to kiss my darling husband every day without fail. We have been together for 41 years now. Each day is better than the one before. He is my best friend and I don’t tell him this enough. I must also stop nagging him so much.

Lynda and Barry Christmas 2013

7.  I started my current blog last year. I also invented Ava Whinge and her daily whinge. This didn’t last long as I ran out of things to whinge about. However, I hope to get back to blogging more regularly.

8. I’m dreadful at starting new things with great gusto and then giving up. This is true of my first novel. I wrote madly for months and then couldn’t finish it. It is still lying there, taunting me. I must try to reread it and get it finished. I think it is a pretty good storyline and deserves an ending.

9. I have done things I regret. They are in the past but they still needle me from time to time. I need to either let them lie or try to put them right, where possible.

10. I need to stop worrying about the ‘what ifs’. I should live for today and let tomorrow take its course. It is hard to predict what the next year will bring. No doubt there will be joy and tears. But we are a strong family and as long as we have each other, we can get through good times and bad, all pulling together.

To make you smile

This joke hit my email inbox this morning. It made me smile so I thought I’d share it with you.

A group of chaps, all in their 40’s, discussed where they should meet for lunch.
Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Bridgnorth because the waitresses had big boobs & wore mini skirts.

Ten years later, all in their 50’s, the friends once again discussed where they should meet for lunch.
Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Bridgnorth because the food and service was good and the beer was excellent.

Ten years later, all in their 60’s, the friends again discussed where they should meet for lunch.
Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Bridgnorth because they could dine in peace and quiet and it was good value for money.

Ten years later, all in their 70’s, the friends discussed where they should meet for lunch.
Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Bridgnorth because the restaurant was wheelchair accessible and had a lift for the disabled.

Ten years later, all in their 80’s, the friends discussed where they should meet for lunch.
Finally it was agreed that they would meet at Wetherspoons in Bridgnorth because they had never been there before…

Big Prizes!

Oh dear. You were tricked. There are no big prizes but at least now I have your email address so I can send you even more rubbish.

I just love Twitter (in case you didn’t know already)

This morning, I started a conversation about the windy weather. This is what then happened:

Me: Today I have been chasing chairs, tables and bamboo plants around the deck.

SJB: @e_gran I know tables and chairs have legs but….

Me: It is wild up here!

SJB: @e_gran It was here last night, but much calmer today. Hopefully our calm is heading your way.

Me: Unfortunately it is coming from the north, but particularly down the east coast.

SJB: @e_gran 😦 Sorry to be selfish, but I hope it gives us a miss.

Me: If you see a pretend rattan sofa fly over your house will you nab it? It’s mine.

SJB: @e_gran I’ll keep my eyes and ears open.

SJB (later): @e_gran it didn’t come my way. Maybe it’s blown out to sea.

Me: Hazard to shipping, my pretend rattan sofa.

Me: I’ve given up chasing them now. I’ll just have to clear up the chaos tomorrow, when it dies down.

SJB: @e_gran well at least the men on the oil rigs will be able to make good use if it.

Me: LOL! Hope they send it back. The two chairs and table are missing it.

Then this evening, this appeared in my timeline:

The Oil Rig Men@TheOilRigMen are following you

Bio: We were busy drilling for oil when a pretend rattan sofa fell from the sky

The Oil Rig Men @e_gran Thanks for the pretend rattan sofa. It’s been just the thing for putting our feet up on when it was too windy to work today.
The Oil Rig Men @e_gran Any chance you could spare us a table and chairs to go with it??
I don’t know for sure but imagine that SJB is behind this?

@TheOilRigMen I have just spotted this. I am crying with laughter. Thank you for giving me the biggest laugh I’ve had in ages.

I just love twitter. It brings me laughter and tears, companionship and a soapbox opportunity. And today was just a fine example of the way it can change your day. Thank you SJB for making me laugh at what is a difficult time for you.




Today, my first ever grandchild is celebrating his fifth birthday. I was there at his birth, waiting anxiously for him to make his first cry for what seemed like ages and when they brought him over to us, all pink and beautiful, he stole my heart and has held it in the palm of his hand since. People tell you that there is no love like you feel for a grandchild and that is so true. When you have your children, they are your whole world but unfortunately they come at a time when you are juggling a career, keeping a home running and have limited finances. Time is at a premium and although the time you spend with them is precious it is still part of a pretty hectic lifestyle. You watch them grow and flourish and feel joy and sadness with them, just hoping that you have done your best to help them become happy, healthy and successful.

Having a grandchild is very different. We are lucky that we were able to retire from teaching early and consequently spend much more time with our grandchildren. Although looking after two little boys is VERY different to bringing up two girls, the love we feel for them is almost unbearable at times. Sometimes I feel like I could burst with it (usually when they are being good, or asleep!). Some grandparents make the decision to lead their own lives and say ‘I’ve told my son / daughter that we’re not looking after their children while they work!’  Everyone has the right to make that decision, of course, but my opinion is that they must be missing out on so much. When they slip their hand into yours, or tell you they love you, or, as S did on Friday, give you a little handwritten note saying ‘I luv you soooo much’ it is enough to make that love almost painful it gets so big! Just like your own children, they can bring tears of joy or tears of sadness, but being there with them, making the most of every day (as you will never get that day again) and watching them grow and flourish in what has become a pretty tough world is so very special.

So, happy 5th birthday little man. You make us very proud and we hope to be here for you for a long time to come.



Lifestyle Change

A week ago I was invited to my local surgery for a health check and fasting blood test. Today I had to go back for my results. I knew what they would say before the nurse even pressed the mouse button…..

I am no fool. I know what my strengths and weaknesses are. I love food – especially sweet things – and I hate exercise of any kind. My husband tells everyone that I don’t like anything that involves taking clothes off and getting out of breath! So it came as no surprise to find out that my cholesterol level is too high and after a few more clicks of the computer, I was classified as ‘inactive’.  I was then given the options of lifestyle changes or tablets. 

I don’t want tablets. I take more than enough tablets keeping the old Rheumatoid Arthritis at bay. So I guess this leaves me with lifestyle change then. I was pretty glum when I returned home. I can only have a very rare glass of wine because of the medication I take for RA and now my only other pleasure was to be knocked on the head too. I opened the kitchen cupboard and saw the two family size chocolate bars that my husband bought me at the weekend and felt like crying. No more lavishly spread toast and butter. No more Bakewell Tarts. No more Highland Butter Shortbread.

Despite the fact that I am ‘busy’ looking after my father 24 hours a day 7 days a week and my active grandchildren two days a week, I would also have to look at taking some formal exercise several times a week. This almost feels worse than the food issue. I can’t think of a single thing I’d enjoy doing for thirty minutes a day that would get my heart racing. I don’t like being outside. I don’t own a bike or have any desire to ride one. I certainly wouldn’t want to be seen in a gym – even if I had the freedom to do so. I can’t really swim and my RA makes me not-so-brilliant at flexibility or balance. 

So, I sat down and ate some of the chocolate from the cupboard, telling myself that I just need to use it up and then I can start being good.

I have three months to get myself turned round before I have to go back for another blood test. During that time I’ll have to train myself to eat more healthily, drop a few pounds, take more exercise and give up chocolate, cake and biscuits.

Wish me luck.