It's dusty in here. Haven't poked about in this section of my life for a while - so you'll have to excuse me if there are a few dust induced sneezes as I fumble for the light switch and try to remember why I kept a blog.
oh it's coming back to me now - well it would.... I've just tripped over a pile of ranting about something so it seems I blogged to rant. I rant therefore I blog.I blog therefore I rant. Anyway...
I've calmed down a bit these days.....very serene...almost nirvana like...
but as I'm here again and before the old blog lightbulb pops, I just want to mention that it's a bad idea to tell anyone, especially a village football team child welfare officer (eye rolling moment thankyou) that your son has an allergy to peanuts.
Now i'm no expert on the beautiful game - but I am pretty honest so when the form came home to be filled in I sleepwalked into the 'does your child have allergies' section and confessed that yes we do own an epipen.
An epipen. Not a nuclear warhead. And we've never used it despite repeated accidental attempts on his life with prawns and runny egg. Ok not repeated but let's just say finding out what makes him swell into a zeppelin and lose his eyeballs has been through trial and error.
Anyway, this flaming busybodied child welfare officer (which means she owns a fire extinguisher/blanket in her kitchen and has probably plied an ofsted person into registering her as a childminder) has decreed that I must at all times be poised by the training pitch or the match pitch with epipen at the ready.
Really. Not for my boy the delight of going off with his mate and mate's Dad to footy without his mother fussing about. Oh no. I have to stand there like a confused miniature spear thrower in case a freak gust of shellfish or coconut flash flood takes hold while he's trotting about in defence.
I did of course challenge the child expert....but perhaps misjudgee the tactic by simply saying that the rugby team he plays for doesn't nancy on about something so trivial (in the context of sport obviously - not trivial if he had joined a nut and oyster tasting society with regular training and away matches) and this seemed to inflame things.
So that's that. If Charlie wanted some independence and saw footy as a way of getting it he's been scuppered.
I think it's a human rights issue .
Mine.
I hate standing in the cold with women who come to show their new tattoo off whilst hoping a coach might do something interesting with their tackle on the way home.
Feels more like home now in here....yes this is definitely my blog. I've missed you blog. I have blog guilt....
