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I don’t know why, but since the government started lecturing and hectoring on the perils of too much alcohol, I’ve been drinking more than usual. Now, I’ve never been much of a drinker, but every time I see a public health ad about such a subject, all I can think aout is how much I’d love a glass of wine. Nu Labour is driving me to drink!!!

They really are upsetting me though right now, so maybe it’s a subconcious rebellion thing. “Fie upon you and your puritan ways! Dost thou think that because though art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?”

And don’t even get me started on cakes. I used to love fruit loops, that artificially primary coloured, sugar encrusted breakfast cereal. I always stashed a box somewhere, and it was my sugary snack treat. A handful or two in a bowl after a bad day and I was a happy girl. Now I may need to lose a few pounds, but I am sure as hell not blaming it on my once-a-week fruit loop fix.

But can I buy the things now? Nooooo! Not even the dodgy european versions that Lidl used to sell. Talk about tyranny. I can just hear the health and safety inspectors/risk assessors/food thought police now, examing a bowl of fruit loops under the glare of a high wattage lamp, clad head to toe in radiation suits “Oh, no, you can’t sell those now. What if some parent were to buy this box of pure sin for their child? What if they then ate it (gasp) and then liked it (GASP)? What if they then became obese, got heart disease and died? All for a bowl of fruit loops? THE KIDS MUST BE PROTECTED!!!”

Now, I actually believe in healthy eating. I think that most people take far better care of their cars than they take of themselves. We’d all be happier if we were healthier. probably less depression for a start. BUT… I am 30 years old. I grow oregano and listen to radio 4 and am not ashamed to admit it. Why the hell shouldn’t I eat some neon coloured cereal every now and again if I damn well want it? If some parent doesn’t care what their child eats, then there are far more sources of artery-clogging lard they can feed them. The “Aren’t you lucky, kids. Wholemeal breadsticks!” brigade won’t buy them. Banning fruit loops will not save a single innocent life.

But it does take some of the artifically enhanced colour from my somewhat simple life.

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Finally got that A-level music coursework handed in. At the worst possible moment both the ink and paper ran out, meaning that I had to race round to the cartridge shop with a few minutes to go. Coursework having been printed out, I headed into town.

What is it with Travel West Midlands? THe bus drivers used to be really friendly, but  now they are the most miserable sods ever. They behave as though to pick up passengers is somehow beneath them. I had to stick out my hand twice before the surly bastard driving the bus looked as though he was going to stop. I made a joke of it as I boarded the bus and he just glared at me. As I stood to disembark, the bus braked really sharply and I staggered. Looking in the driver’s mirror, the twat seemed to be smirking. I’ve lost count of the number of times a bus has waited at the bus stop until a passenger is alongside, then pulled away, the driver smiling away.

I’m sure it can’t be much fun driving a bus driver. You have to deal with horrible passengers, and possibly have to take some stick now and again. But I’ve worked as a waitress and as a door to door market researcher, and that could be miserable at times. I never felt the need to take it out on every single person that I came across in the course of my work. I’m a pretty mild-mannered person, bu these miserable gits  bus drivers put me in such a bad mood that it is all I can do to keep from making some sarcastic comments. And no doubt if I do, they would blame me and then use it as an excuse to carry on being  twats.

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I’ve always wanted a blog, even had a few, but none really lasted. You see, I’m just too damned lazy to have to learn loads of techie stuff simply to make it look half nice and do things.

THis one seems nice and easy, at least for now.

I thought I’d set up this blog on the way home from my pal Kate’s hen night. Rather than take the motorway in my ancient, falling apart Astra, I thought I’d take the a-roads in search of a more scenic route. It was lovely. I got to drive though lovely countryside and villages, and was actually able to glance around as I did so, unlike speeding though at a rate of knots. In one of said villages, I stopped at a tea room attached to an antiques shop, where I was served a nice cup of tea, by a nice chatty lady in a nice ceramic pot, cup and saucer. All for less than I would have paid for some weak drizzle in a corrugated cardboard cup grudgingly handed over by some poor underpaid sod forced to wear a baseball cap.

The whole experience seems to really sum up the way of living that I have finally stumbled on, taken me bloody ages, but here I am. I’m embracing the principles of slowing down and leaving a little room for my mental health. Buying less, but better. Seeing the things that I do to enhance my mental well-being and my environment as work that is just as valid as any that I am paid for.

So hence the blog. I hope I can share my ideas and experiences, start debates, and even rant a little from time to time.

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