Kill me kill me kill me again with your love

Someone posted this link on Facebook yesterday.   Admittedly, the Daily Mail is what it is [i.e. an unreliable source of information aimed at causing sensation], however a few valid points where made.

Infanticide was indeed an acceptable practice back in the day amongst quite a few different cultures.   A couple of favourite movies of mine portray the practice in different manners.  In Fantaghirò [a.k.a. The Cave Of The Golden Rose].  Fantaghirò's father was going to kill her for being born the wrong gender rand because his wife died as a consequence of childbirth.  In The Mists of Avalon, Morgause was about to leave Morgaine's child exposed to the elements in order to kill him and try and seize the throne for herself.

Fantaghirò - part 1 [Italian original audio] - Enjoy!!

The Mists of Avalon - part 1 [English audio] :D

The article calls Infanticide "After-Birth Abortion" as if to minimise the blow - pretty much the same thing shops do by marking their goods "£199.99" instead of "£200.00."  It does make one ponder what power words truly have.  It also makes me wonder who was the idiot who coined the saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

 Now THAT'S more like it!

Whereas I did mention in a previous blog my views regarding abortion, I do not consider in any shape or manner Infanticide to be merely Abortion happening in a different geographical location.  It is true that in the article, the practice is not  being condoned by either the scholar who wrote about it, nor the journalist reporting it.  However, the moment someone says something which the Italians would call a "cazzata" i.e. a REALLY stupid thing [to put it nicely], there will be a blooming idiots somewhere who will think it is pure genius and will act on it.  Sometimes, a TV show will be made out of it! See Jackass, for example.  Or, the reverse side of the same coin, MythBusters.

 

A Bubbly Monday Morning

This morning involves gutting out the house from top to bottom, in preparation of Creature's arrival.  It also is the official start of my Maternity leave - meaning that if I had more energy and less aches, I could technically come out of my house-arrest-cum-hermit's-cave.

Haha. I said cum. Lol.

Anyway.

To get back on track, right now my Mum and my grandmother's Cleaning Lady are over at my place helping me out as I supervise and try to do as much as I possibly can.  I hate being idle. I'm not used to having people waiting on me.  For me, yes. On me, no.

Gutting out the Roscave means unexpected discoveries are made - such as the extremely pleasant find of a long lost and forgotten, brand new, unpopped Bubble Wrap.  Needless to say, cleaning is underway to the sounds of "Pop! Pop! Popopopopop!"

I got an update re: Childcare.  One of the places I contacted got back to me, and their rates seem rather affordable.  Now, I wait to hear from a couple more Centres before I arrange for an appointment to physically go investigate them. What seems affordable at first might not be affordable when the whole Financial Picture is clear.

Don't commit yourself to "employing" anyone straight away.  Sit down and make a list of of your income and expenditure.  If there is one thing I've learnt from working for so long in a Call Centre, it's this: Too many people live in constant debt, spending money they do not own and placing themselves in financial hell. Take into consideration all of your expenses and always round up to the closest 10 at the very least.  This will mean that the chances of being skint will be remote.  Also, never spend the full amount you'd have set aside for whatever it is you'd have planned in advance for if possible. This will help you out should you have an Emergency Situation, be it now or in 10 months' time.  It will also make it possible to get yourself or Baby a treat every so often.

Oh, and just before I leave you to your Monday Morning Blues, I'd like to answer that arose on Facebook.

"Why Hugh?"

Hugh is my loyal Dell Laptop.  It was a gift to myself purchased after a break up a couple of years ago [or has it been longer than that now? I'm not sure].  I was accompanied by my soon-to-be sister-in-law Mel, who remarked "That is one sexy laptop. What shall you call him?"  I nodded in agreement, glanced at the laptop and went "Hugh. After Hugh Jackman - 'cause they're both sexy mofos!"

Thus, Hugh.