I had plans for today, but as so often, the ‘meh’ won.
I always underestimate how much the dance competitions take out of me- the sitting, the noise, the boredom, the polite- and the events come in twos (different age groups), approx 6 hours at a time. The rest of the week is a bit of a flop after that.
The G8 circus has been and gone. They were supposed to be tackling world hunger and the war in Syria. Dave tweeted the dinner menu, because he’s crass like that. They came up with a Lough Erne Declaration and signed it, which means they take it really seriously. Or something. The very heavy security took good care of the handful of protestors- taking snaps and bringing coffee to the handful of tents in the ‘village’. Ah, sure aren’t we all great. Be glad my mind is fogged; there’s a rant in there somewhere, by the time I work it out the moment will have passed and you’ll have been spared.
At the weekend, we saw pictures of a woman being assaulted in public by her husband. They are both high profile figures. He is a very wealthy art collector; she is a food writer and tv chef. Their fame makes the incident fodder for media gossip. “She should…” “She must…” “She needs to…” He accepted a police caution to make the matter go away. Despite that, nowhere have I seen or heard “He should/ must/needs to…” Good old victim blaming and misogyny- they haven’t gone away you know.
I will need to be alert and awake and full of beans on Friday, however- I have to pretend to be a grown up and wave a smiley farewell to Girl1 as she heads off to the Gaeltacht for 12 days of
fun and games hard work and speaking only Irish.
Coherent thoughts will return as soon as possible.