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Be Suggestive

14 Sep

My oldest, Tory Boy, is, in law, if not in the eyes of his mother, a man.  He therefore needs a new name on this blog, because he’s no longer a boy, though he is still a Tory. 

I’m looking for suggestions.

To help you along, here’s a few facts:

  • he has his future planned: degree/military/real world/politics
  • he’s a boy man

That’s it, really.  He never tells me anything so you know as much about him as I do.

Any ideas?

There’s Always A Silver Lining

14 Sep
Vuvuzela Day

Image via Wikipedia

Remember last year’s World Cup and the demon vuvuzelas?  Like a million bored bees hammering on your window?  My Mum used to make the same noise as a child – well, not so much child, as nineteen year old mother.  When she wanted something and Nan had said ‘no’ (she was a nineteen year old mother living at home and children respected their parents in ye olden dayes), she would shuffle along behind Nan, not quite touching her, and say, Nnnnnnn-nnnnnn-nnnnn-nnnnnnn-nnnnn-nnnnnn-nnnnnn-nnnnn until Nan got fed up and gave in.

But that’s beside the point.  My point is, every time we sat down to watch  a game, we all wanted to beat vuvuzela blowers about the head and other places with the sharp end of their instruments.  Because they are the most annoying things on the planet; and I say that as the mother of two sons.

But I read a happy story today, sort of: vuvuzela noise saved three lives in Soweto.  From the Johannesburg Star:

A Soweto family believe the sound of vuvuzelas blown by their neighbours saved them from death when their house caught alight. […] Johanna Matswi, 59, said she was asleep with her daughter Thelma, 21, and her three-month-old baby at about 5am yesterday when they were awoken by the sound of blaring vuvuzelas, loud screams and the crackling sound of fire.

It wasn’t all good news: the neighbours blew the vuvuzelas because the emergency services didn’t respond.  Hooray for football fans.

For another good news story, visit Mangetout today.

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Joke 174

14 Sep

Tory Boy insisted I use this one.  I’m nothing if not a loving mother, but I did think about disowning him for a while; it’s a real groaner.

Some muffins were in the oven when one muffin shrieked, ‘Aarrgh!  It’s hot in here!’

‘Aarrgh!’ shrieked a second muffin.  ‘A talking muffin!’

In case you’re wondering about the link between cartoon and joke, I couldn’t find a muffin cartoon but some parents call their kids ‘muffin’, so…

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