Introductory musings

This will be a series of blogs for gentle entertainment and amusement, and by that I mean both mine and my readers'. I hope. This blog represents my own opinions only, and should not be used as a blunt instrument with which to beat my nearest and dearest about the head.


It takes something of a leap into the unknown, grasping ones self-confidence by the scruff of the neck, to publish a blog. At the back of one's mind is the nagging doubt that anyone on the planet will be remotely interested in anything one has to say on any topic. What if I inadvertently upset someone? Worse, what if no one reads it, and I expose my soul to absolutely nobody?


With all that in mind, and brandishing it as something of a caveat to the general drivel which is likely to appear on this blog periodically, let me introduce myself. I am a mother of 2 and wife of 1, and I also have a full time job which gives me a legitimate excuse to get away from the housework. My children are a good source of both amusement and poignancy for me. I'll call them Judge and Boxer (although just to be clear, those aren't their actual names, because that would be silly. And probably illegal, in some countries of the world). Judge is the older - he is constantly horrified by the unfairness of the world. Boxer doesn't spend too much time being horrified by unfairness - she is more interested in putting things right, and her favoured method usually involves contradiction and then physical violence. They are both still quite little, little enough to pick up (although, in the case of Judge, these days one needs to ensure one has core muscles locked and knees braced) and little enough to think that farting is funny. Oh, hang on. That's everyone isn't it.


My husband (let's call him Engineer) provides good insight and observations. He's erudite, although he will immediately ask me what that means. He observes the world, and then he applies his own not insubstantial intelligence and good, decent belief systems to those observations and comes up with...well, someone who wouldn't do a bad job as Prime Minister, quite frankly. I'd encourage it, and I'd even vote for him, only I wouldn't really want to live in London. Been there, done that, got the sweat-stained, blood-encrusted t-shirt.


We live in Edinburgh, although Engineer's family are scattered around Glasgow, which means they get a nosebleed whenever they come and visit. There are simply HUNDREDS of them. But that's ok, big families are riveting and provide a rich vein of amusing material. And there's always someone to laugh at you when you do something stupid.