Real Nappy Week

On my daily perusal through BBC News, I came across an article talking about real nappy week.

The article raises some good points about why we should and shouldn't use disposable nappies. And not having any children of my own, I can't really offer my opinion, but I have a feeling that I may be inclined to agree with the novelist Kathy Lette who prefers disposable nappies because...

"Motherhood is exhausting - and no matter how much you love your progeny, there are days when you're tempted to shove your kids back into the condom vending machine for the refund."

This is mentioned firstly because it tickled me, and secondly because I thought I should perhaps draw attention to the fact that it was "Real Nappy Week".

See the article here.

Without being spoken

Occassionally in a day you will read something that reaches out and touches you. Something with words that seem to speak for themselves with a clarity and coherence that many of us wish we could portray.

For me today, it is the following words...

"...I feel like a child at the top of a hill with the wind at my back when I've got a pen in my hand, and have the opportunity to express myself in writing with silent words..."
(click to follow to Wandering Scribe blog archive)

Just thought I'd pass them on.

They say the darndest things...

...and no I'm not talking about kids.

The particular breed I am referring to today is that of teachers. They have to put up with so much, but occasionally, just once in a while they get to bite back.

I've been sorting through old school books and folders for the last week and have so far managed to throw away a whole forest; but at least its being recycled. This morning I had to chuckle when I found written in the back of an exercise book a quote from nearly five years ago.

To an oik of a student; "You are just like diarrhoea aren't you? Just when you think its all gone there's just a little bit left."

Both the rest of the class and I dissolved into fits of hysterics, whilst the child in question did not understand the comment and merely looked around in dismay. Thus causing me further amusement. And I'm pleased to add that the child was in future more behaved - at least in those lessons.

But this was back in the day before political correctness was at such an extreme as in today's society.

Bloody Paedophiles!!

It's late and I've not been home from work long, so this is a short blog - that will be extended as soon as I wake/remember.

How on Earth can a convicted paedophile manage to abduct a child and then bring the screaming three year old to his BAIL hostel and proceed to rape her on the premises.

How is that possible?

Did it not strike anyone as somewhat obscure?

Even if it were his own child, who in their right mind would believe that he would be allowed unsupervised access.

My heart goes out to the poor little girl. At the age of three, she is now scared to go home. Home at that age is supposed to be a place of safety, a place where children feel secure and can develop and grow. But not for this little girl. Not unexpectedly she is now "very quiet and hasn't said very much at all", the things going on in her mind now are things that someone the age of 103 shouldn't have to have, let alone at age 3.

I can see me getting carried away with this story tonight, so I will stop soon.

As a solution, perhaps we need to deter/dissuade abusers of children in a more personal way than public humiliation. In centuries past and in various different countries, peoples punishments fitted their crimes. For example, if you killed - you were killed, if you stole - your hand was cut off. So, I propose this; for male (female ones exist too and also should be punished) abusers of children (or indeed rapists), a simple act such as the removal of the penis would certainly act as a deterrent. If you get caught, it is removed - you certainly wouldn't be able to commit that particular crime again.

Yes, I realise that a similar reason as to why the UK does not have the death sentence applies here - "what if the person is later found innocent and you've hacked off their manhood?"

Well to be frightfully honest, if they were incriminated to the extent that there wasn't even reasonable doubt as to their guilt then they probably deserved it.

In murder the victim cannot indicate the perpetrator (the pedantic among you will now bring up the subject of forensics), but in abuse/rape the victim is usually more than capable of indicating/confirming the identity of the abuser/rapist.