For richer for poorer, till death do us part

Like most people I suspect, the two things that I fear the most are the loss of my children and my husband – losing either would turn my world upside down. The very idea of some terrible happening to my family is something that doesn’t even bear thinking about. Yet I do. Probably far more than is considered rational or even remotely healthy.

Taxing the fat to pay the thin

So, finally a doctor in the UK has been brave enough to speak out and voice what many people already think – that instead of pandering to the needs of the morbidly and super morbidly obese with free mobility scooters and Disability Living Allowance, they should be made to contribute towards the massive strain they are placing on the health system, by paying more tax. And in turn, those who work hard to remain fit and healthy should be financially rewarded for their effort.

Long live the King, the King is dead

Michael Jackson’s death will no doubt go down in history as one of those moments when everyone remembers where they were when they heard – just as when the first man walked on the moon, the Berlin Wall came down, Princess Diana died and 2 planes flew into the Twin Towers.

A spot of colonic – doggy style

Now no one ever said being a dog owner was a glamorous affair, but even I didn’t envisage the day I would find myself out in the garden at night, giving Charlie a colonic.

The madness of OAP mums

Take Elizabeth Adeny for example, who at 66 is set to become the oldest mum in the UK. This lady, who is by all accounts a ‘wealthy divorcee businesswoman’, has obviously decided that she wants to have her slab of baby shaped cake and eat it.

When BIG really isn’t beautiful

Some people might have thought that my previous post about parents murdering their kids was a little extreme. And then a story popped up on the news that backed up everything I had said.

Hunting Skippy

One of the things that Australia is best known for, (apart from killer spiders) is its lean, mean hopping machine. AKA the kangaroo….

Shop till you fly

Recently I was lucky enough to find myself ambling around Duty Free, passing time before boarding and trying to pump some extra blood around my body in the hope of preventing a bout of DVT. Having checked in early, my husband informed me that this time we were NOT to be the last people to board…..

Christmas cheer

Just over a week to go, and the stress levels are around about just where they should be for this joyous time of year.

Once again, everyone is walking around saying the same old thing. How crazy it is that for the sake of a couple of days, we all act as if we are once again on the brink of nuclear war – our cupboards will somehow empty overnight and we will all have to resort to sucking on a 3 year old OXO cube and nibble the assorted stale cheese crackers that nobody got around to eating on Boxing Day last year. To prevent such a national disaster, we spend the holiday time with our snouts firmly pushed into the festive trough, and for some reason feel the necessity to consume more than our own body weight in Quality Street…

Baby killers

Two weeks ago, an 8 year old boy in the US state of Arizona murdered his father and the lodger. By all accounts he had ‘methodically planned the killings’. Part of me thinks how is this possible. How could a child, not even into double figures, reach such a mentally and emotionally unstable place that they would even think to do such a thing…