Ranting and curry

Bollocks! I've broken my fucking iPod charger! Left it lying in the corridor and then ran over it with the buggy like an utter spoid. Pah. Was already annoyed because the bloody Anti-Abortion Brigade were out in town and they bug the hell out of me. Especially the fucking men. Let's come up with a way of comprehensively recreating the 9 months of sickness, heaviness, insomnia, and all the other many unpleasant side-effects of pregnancy as well as the hour after hour of agonising, genital-ripping childbirth pain at the end, oh, and not forgetting to bump off the same percentage as that of women who still die in childbirth before they're allowed to so much as contribute to the debate. Or what about getting some guy twice their size to rape them, and then asking them if they fancy going through all of that for their rapist's child? Here's a newsflash: pregnancy and childbirth, let alone caring for a child, are fucking difficult enough when it was your descision to have a kid. And, as I've mentioned before, I've never known a 'Pro-Lifer' to put as much time, money and effort as they do trying to pressurise pregnant girls and women out of the abortion option to supporting people who *have* gone through with giving birth to a child they couldn't emotionally or financially cope with. In fact, most of the Anti-Abortion supporters in the community I grew up in were the first to tut disapprovingly at young or single mums.

Anyway, that rant over... we had Vi's cotbed delivered today - it's huge! She'd have been lost in it if we'd started using it from birth. We still need to put it up and get the right sized bedding for it though, so she'll still be in her moses basket for a wee while longer. Plus we're having takeaway curry for tea tonight - yummity!