Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

 

Now I had all good intentions of keeping this year’s blog light hearted and fun, so what do I go and do? Tell you guys my mum has passed away – how cheerful!

And now I am going to launch into a rant about our boys in black. In general I have respect for many of the individual law enforcement officers, apart from those who think their badge makes them some sort of deity, but that’s another story.

What has got my back up and not just mine is the news story about Myleen Klass being told of by police officers for waving a knife at the teenagers peering through her window. If I had been in her place, at home alone with a young daughter I would have done the same or worse.

I assume if the youths had broken in and she had killed one of them she would have been jailed for murder? What has it come to? A person can’t even try to scare possible invaders off? I suppose she should have opened the door and invited them in for tea. Common sense has left the building.

It also begs the question if we all become potential criminals every time we eat or prepare food with the well known kitchen implement called a knife.
Should it be law that we need to put down any item of cutlery before we can speak to someone who addresses us at the dinner table?
And maybe every household will need a sign for the kitchen door: DO NOT ENTER. Occupant is chopping veg. Wait to be given the all clear.

Hmm, I think I need to contact some businesses in China or Japan, this might do wonders for the chopstick industry – of course only the ones with flat or rounded ends.

10am – 10pm ~*~ 2 hours notice please ~*~

10am-10pm ~*~ 2 hours notice please ~*~

10am – 10pm ~*~ 2 hours notice please ~*~

 

I had to disappear in a bit of a rush up to Scotland and didn’t get a chance to organise internet access up there and in the tiny village I found myself stranded there were no wifi hotspots to be found.

Trying to field my emails via mobile phone was one thing, but trying to get onto my blog and posting had to be given up as a bad job.

To be honest I was also not exactly in the right frame of mind anyway, as I was dealing with the sudden passing of the most important person in my life, my mum.

It still hurts like hell when I think about her not being here anymore and the grief will take a while to ease, but in the mean time life has to go on, as they say a woman’s work is never done and to my surprise, my sex drive is returning with avengeance and it helps me to forget for a couple of blissful hours.

So gentlemen and ladies help me while away some hours in pleasant sensation.

These legs are open for business!