Well fook me!

You may have thought that I had died of embarrassment after eliciting just one measly comment from my last posting but it is worse ... the little rascal, nearing two years old now said a four letter word that stopped me in my tracks.

Whilst Zoo was eating his lunch, I pottered around the kitchen trying to sort out some juice and heard a clatter of cutlery on the floor. "Fook!" mutters Zoo staring at the floor.

I stand glued to the spot, petrified that I may have heard what I think I've heard.

Cream and I have tried our utmost not to say any inappropriate words in front of him especially as he has a tendency to pick up new words quickly. He has perfected the use of "pleees" and "tankque" and more recently "sawree", but this was not one that we has been practising. "Fartie" is the worse thing we've taught him so far.

"What did you say?" I ask trying to look unconcerned.
"Fook" he replies with a big smile on his face.

I try to ascertain exactly what he is saying and hoping it's not what I fear.

"Frog?" He shakes his head, "Fook."
"Fox?" "Fook."
"Fix?" "Fook."

Desperation is beginning to show now as beads of perspiration congregate ...

"Fish?" "Fook."
"Fart?" "Fook."


I run out of f words at this point and decide it's best to just ignore it and deal with the shame when he repeats it again in public. I pick up his spoon from the floor, give it a quick wipe for good measure and go back to pouring out his apple juice, with a deep sigh, wondering how I'm going to explain this to Cream.

"Ummmee" comes an angelic voice from the dining table. "Fook" he says pointing to the floor. It suddenly dawns on me that he is actually trying to tell me that he has dropped his fork!!

"Thank fucking God!!"

"Fookieee!!!" comes the reply from the table .... "Oh, bugger!"

Visitors' Book

There has been some discussion as to why no-one comments on any of my blogs ... so I invite everyone and anyone to leave a quick "hello" (or more) as proof that I'm not faking the visitor counter and that people are in fact visiting even if for a split second!!

I may of course end up being mighty embarrassed!! Let's see ...

Swastika Shopping

I may sound a little controversial here but what is all the fuss about a swastika found on a handbag at Zara?

Yes, I realise that the swastika was the symbol of the Nazi's but for thousands of years before Adolf decided to adopt it, it was used, and is still being used, by many different faiths around the world.

Hindu's and Buddhists I definitely know about, but apparently it is also used by Northern European pagans (the hammer of Thor); Roman pagans (on Roman coins and tombs); Early Christians (everlasting life); Jains (their seventh saint); Falun Gong (Wheel of the Dharma - a Chinese cult before you ask and nothing to do with Lost as far as I am aware!); Masons (Mystic Cross); Esoteric philosophers and Occultists!

I can appreciate that now the swastika is synonymous with Nazism & fascism but at what point do we allow the symbol to revert back to it's original purer uses. I have personally seen it used at a home in a bunting style on the front door. I can appreciate that this is the correct use of the symbol and am not going to refuse to enter the house until it is torn down and burnt!

Yes, to many the symbol is still too raw a wound. But there are many others who have encountered similar atrocities and have moved on. Were the moors terrified of the Christian cross during the crusades? If I found a burning cross in my front garden I'd know it's the KKK that have visited and not the local group of Jehovah's witnesses calling card! Should we ban the cross for this reason? At what point do we look at the context of it's use rather than the bare symbol itself.

So ... lets figure this out ... Do we think that those who still use the symbol, added it to a flowery bag they were making for a pittance, to give good luck and blessings to the person who bought it!? Or is it more likely that in some tiny sweat shop somewhere on the Indian continent, a skin-headed Nazi fascist, sat in a conveyor belt style of production sewing on swastikas, peering over his shoulder and hoping that no-one would notice?