Poor Wee Mite February 1, 2008

My bf’s (best friend) ickle baby got admitted to hospital yesterday.  It’s all very boo, the wee one is 8 months but is skin and bone and has had trouble feeding since birth, poor mite.  So, I went over to the children’s ward to see them and found it to be nothing like the old TV series I was so familiar with from my youth.

They were in a very small room which contained two other families with sick kids so there were people coming and going all the time, upset children, distressed parents and people who generally looked very tired and rubbish.  I feel so sorry for my mate and her family – it’s really hard work but amazingly their wee kid is still fantastically upbeat and jolly, it’s fantastic she has such a positive personality emerging!

Anyways, after a cry and hug with BF I headed off, leaving them amongst the wailing and neon animal print curtains.  Flippin makes me realise we must now be grown ups, dealing with this shit.

Chilli, drugs, steam December 4, 2007

Man flu has hit our household this week – the boy was bunged up yesterday and today, it’s full blown snivelling and self-pity.  I rang at lunchtime to check on progress and he hadn’t moved from bed and couldn’t possibly manage to boil the kettle for a lemsip.  It’s comforting to know, though, that this is a true affliction and according to the Ananova news piece, that men moan more when ill (don’t we know it girls!). 

Us women tend to drag ourselves around trying to fulfil our everyday diaries whilst nursing major illness and infection.  I even tried to clean the lounge last time I was off sick, cos I couldn’t relax on the sofa whilst last Sunday’s papers lay strewn on the carpet.

Anyway, here’s my remedial action plan for the lad:

- Cook massively hot chilli con carne this evening to blast out his sinuses

- Stick his head under a towel, over a bowl of steaming hot water

 - Drug him up with Lemsip Max tablets

Of course I have his best interests and recovery at heart.  But I also have my sympathy limits and sanity to consider…

Off sick and sick TV November 7, 2007

The past few days I’ve been at home nursing a nasty cold.  The upside to this, you would expect, is watching the trash TV that proliferates our channels during the daytime. 

However, yesterday I had the complete misfortune to have my morning lemsip in front of the Jeremy Kyle Show.  Omigod – this man is unbelieveable and completely irresponsible and judgemental.  Far from being a cathartic, agreeable and ultimately a resolution-seeking host, he was throwing the sausages into the fire with free will, if you will.  These poor people who are wheeled out obviously aren’t the most intelligent in our society and he soon had them labelled into liar; thug; druggie; unsuitable mother.  They really weren’t going to find their middle-road and path to peace on this show.

Kyle is a monster.  At one point, whilst chastising one of the people, he actually spat – such was the force of the venom in his voice.  He was telling people to shut up and insulting them like there was no tomorrow.  Seriously, if it was me on that stage, I would have nutted him (as per the Vivienne Vyle sketch)  – the man is completely out of order!  I’ve watched Springer in the past and never did I feel the anger towards him that I did towards JK.  Maybe it was Springer’s nice summing up at the end, placating us all.

It’s simply a matter of time in my book before someone GBH’s Kyle himself, rather than their ex-lover/mother/brother on this show.  And it will have been coming to him, frankly.