I realise I haven’t blogged for absolutely ages. Ive been busy. Following the 1970’s episode of The Supersizers my inability to cook was highlighted so im trying to mentally concoct non-1970’s style dinners. Easier said than done when you love Angel Delight and Coke floats. Yum, my mouth is even watering thinking of them. Baby is being a nightmare, frightening the child minder with a spectacular breath-hold where even his toes went blue. She has her doubts about whether she can actually continue to look after him. Temper is not a good thing. But what am I supposed to do? The government make it hard for women not to be in work and the role of mother has become so under-valued and undermined that it commands no respect or financial assistance. The 1970’s women with their bra-burning ways did not do me any favours, apart from inventing the coke float. To top it all yesterday, the builders next to where I work managed to coat my newly washed car in a fine layer of dust. Curse them, and all those that spit in the street and insist on punctuating every sentence with swear words. What are they teaching at school these days?