Metal Mummy

I haven’t blogged for an AGE and I’ve been asked a number of times where I have been, what I’ve been up to and if I’m still alive.

Firstly, yes, I’m still alive. I’m sorry I haven’t blogged for ages. To be honest, I didn’t think anybody would notice the lack of drivel from this end of the blogosphere. I’ve been ridiculously busy and in another post that I have lined up, I will summarise what I’ve been up to, just so you can (if you wish) get back on track with the goings on of me.

Also,Kate, I’m sorry I haven’t managed to take part in this weeks Listography. It would have been a perfect post for me to restart my occasional blogging, but in all fairness, I just haven’t had time. I’m writing this with a child blowing bubbles in my face, a dog trying to hump my leg and the continuous drone of Peppa Pig on the TV.

It’s one of Freyja’s favourites. She loves Peppa Pig, snorts and oinks every time a pig gets mentioned and pretends to be George just so that she can roar like a very cute dinosaur. OK, so it’s not a bad cartoon really, but there’s something worrying me about it.

And that’s Peppa herself.

Her parents are fine. Her grandad is kinda cool. George is OK. But her? Fuck me, I hope Freyja doesn’t turn into that. What sort of message is it sending to kids? She’s driving me nuts.

For example, in the one (of many) I watched today, she was pretending to be a butterfly. When she realises Grandad Pig isn’t paying any attention to her because he’s being a wriggly worm with George, she steals her brother’s thunder, pretends to be a worm and sings a ridiculous song. Equals attention seeking brat.

Another one that is on the same DVD… Her mates are playing in the park and swinging across the monkey bars on a rubber tyre. She exclaims that they are doing it wrong and that she will show them how it’s done. Hang on a minute, is there really a right way of swinging across on a rubber tyre? Not really. But Peppa seems to think she knows it all and gets stuck in the tyre. I’d have left her there if I was them. Equals Know It All shit-of-a-kid.

I hope Freyja doesn’t become that. Although, the way she’s being at the minute I don’t exactly like much either. Stroppy little madam who thinks that screaming at me will get what she wants.

What it actually gets is me roaring back at her louder so that she knows who’s boss. I’m nice like that.

Hopefully, this is the start of a little comeback to the blogging world. I have no intention to blog as much as I used to, but I plan to do more than I have done over the last 2 months. i.e. nothing.

P.S Good to luck to everyone who has gone to the MAD Awards tonight. Unfortunately, I was unable to make it, but I’m sure it will be an awesome shindig for everybody. I’m just chuffed I got to the finals!