On one of our (many) Gromit Hunting Expedition days over the summer we encountered some wonderfully enthusiastic people in the Galleries, surrounded by cakes. No matter what they were up to they were already a hit simply because of the cakes, and while I tucked into a generous slice of very yummy homemade bakewell tart Petal bragged to them about my amazing baking skills - I love that she takes such pride in something that I do, even though she is utterly biased - which of course I encourage with much emotional blackmail at each and every possible opportunity. It turned out that they were publicising the Golden Gift Appeal, raising money for Bristol Hospitals. We love the hospitals, having spent a fair amount of time in several of them between the five of us (okay, between Smiler and I), and figured we'd have a go at trying to raise some money for them, particularly since cake was involved . . .
Thursday, 26 September 2013
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Unfortunately over the course of a couple of months it got stretched and became baggy and loose, so I nabbed it off of him and frogged it, promising to knit him another one within days. Yep. Days. That was the word I chose to use. Back in March.
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Smiler opted to keep his as is, and seems quite keen on James ~ just as well!
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Noah is keeping his first name, but dropping his middle name altogether ~ I think in solidarity with Mr Manley, who is choosing to remain middle~name~less. I know. No imagination.
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Apart from Petal. She's chosen to change her middle name. To Petal.
Friday, 13 September 2013
Tuesday, 10 September 2013
I've avoided the semi-celebrity child abuse / rape trial (or whatever soundbite you subscribe to) in the news this week, and to be honest have been struggling with my own issues, and not felt up to hearing about it.
But the jury came back today with not guilty verdicts for everything, and twitter kicked off. Which is why I feel compelled to write this now. I need to add my voice, my tuppance ha'penny worth, my opinions and thoughts - just a single thread pulled into the vicious tangle of the internet melee, for those individuals, that woman, man, child, teenager, adult, who takes their own journey into the dark every time this hits the headlines - every time.
To start off being very clear, Mr Michael Turner, also known by the stage name Michael Le Vell, has been found not guilty of all charges against him, including rape and indecent assault.
And while obviously I have no first hand knowledge of his actions, here is what I do have first hand knowledge of.
It is not easy to accuse someone of sexual assault. Not legally, not practically, not emotionally. Statement after statement, question after question after question cuts through your mind, creating fresh trauma, agonising reminders, sickening realisations as you look with adult eyes into situations that a child had little understanding of. Forcing your focus to periods of time you would give anything to be able to wash away, like mud on your knees, grass stains on your jeans - so much easier to resolve than these stains on your heart, your soul, your mind, your memories, your life. Some words are so hard to say that they literally stuck in your throat . . . it's not easy.