Bittermins

Confession time; I've been shouting at the radio again.  This time, it's because I've heard adverts for vitamin drops for babies.  Newborn, tiny, 0 - 6 months babies.  Apparently, the drops are "delicious-tasting", which means they're predominantly either sugar, or some hideous sweetener so they can claim they're sugar free.

For the first six months of a baby's life, all you have to do, really, is breast feed if you can, and if not formula milk is just fine. Mush up some fruit and vegetables when they're ready for solids.  Resist the temptation to mush up McDonald's "because it's what the rest of the family is eating and we want little Latrine to share the family experience".  

The lucky babies - the ones that are born in the rich nations - have been growing up just fine for the last century or so without vitamin drops.  Why on earth would they need them now?  Answer: £££££££££££££

Grumble...

Mummy, moshing

Tonight, gentle readers, I am taking m'daughter and a friend to a concert which, at 15, they are not allowed to attend without a "responsible adult" (that would be me). I invite you to google The Institute, Birmingham and browse the images. See anyone sitting down? Do you see, in fact, any seats?

Twenty years ago, my heart would have thrilled at this. Now, it's all military planning. "OK, so no point in taking a bag, need to be totally unencumbered. Wear old clothes that I don't mind getting moshed. Dress for a hot sweaty mosh pit, but sufficient layers that I can wait at a freezing train station at 11 pm without dying of hypothermia. Don't want to take iPhone, but must take iPhone in case I get separated from C. Try not to embarrass C with awkward mum moshing, but equally bad to stand there with my fingers in my ears, wincing at every f-word."

I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning...!

Okaaaay....

Enough of the pestering already!  For those of you who are simply dying to know - I got to day 5 of the detox and gave in to Real Food.  I think it was pizza.  I certainly wasn't the organic, unprocessed, wholesome stuff that I was supposed to eat (lest I traumatise my newly-detoxed digestive system).  I seem to remember that whatever it was tasted just fantastic, and fortunately I didn't turn into the green lady from The Exorcist.  But I had a much smaller appetite, as my stomach had shrunk, and it took a while to come back.  Now, of course, I need to do it alllllll over again...

Paperless? Not quite ready yet...

Not when there are Jane Austen-channelling notebooks like this to write in!

Now that 12 November 2013 is almost over...

... I would like to append some remarks to whatever Wikipedia decides is special about 12/11/13 (or 11/12/13 if you're in the USA)

1) CP announcement tomorrow.  Either I will be announced as playing Arthur's bossy, mother-replacement girlfriend, or it's a TV series.  I suspect the latter.

2) Cupcakes should only be made when there are plenty of people around to eat them.  Otherwise the same person eats all six.  And regrets it.

3) The perceived deliciousness in relation to the quality of sausages is inversely proportionate to the amount of red wine that accompanies said sausages.

4) Tuesdays should be Fridays.

Just realised that nobody will read this if I don't tag it

So I don't think I'll bother - there's a delightful paradox around having a totally public blog that absolutely nobody is reading.

The imponderableness of things...

It's a shame you guys can't see my Open University blog, it's really very funny.  Made me wonder why this blog is such a mishmash of crap when the OU blog and Facebook posts are so much more entertaining.  Must Try Harder...