Do you remember back in November I did a post about the campaign that Save the Children are running to End Extreme Hunger? Well, if you followed the link in that post to sign the petition, give yourself a pat on the back – you’re one of nearly 14,000 people to do it so far.
If you didn’t round to signing the petition last time I posted, then you can still do it on the Save the Children website now. BUT… this week, there’s another important action you can take too.
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I am so pleased! I have found some graffiti in Harpenden!
I don’t know what it says about me that I’ve been missing the scuzzy old painted walls and the illegible tags of Edinburgh, but I have. I don’t feel like I’ve got to the soul of a place until I’ve seen what its street artists and discontented youth are inclined to scribble across its blank surfaces.
So when I was wandering into town this week and my eye was caught by some black text stencilled on the wall of the wine store, I was thrilled. I ambled up for a closer look. And it was this:
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We were walking into town yesterday, when DorkySon suddenly said “I want to give my green penny to the rusty dogs.”
Eh?
“What did you say?” I asked him.
“The rusty dogs. I want to give my green penny to the rusty dogs.”
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Lovely Michelle over at Mummy from the Heart is hosting a Reasons to be Cheerful linky this week; and as it’s a while since I’ve taken part it one – not to mention that it’s been a while since I’ve done a simple, straightforward feel good post – I thought I’d join in.
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I don’t know what’s come over me. I seem to be in a confessional mood.
Not content with sharing the details of my birth experience last week, I’m now going to post about postnatal depression too. I probably wouldn’t have done this without the prompt of the mental health blog carnival that is being hosted by the magnificent Ellen Arnison from In a Bun Dance. I would encourage you all to pop over there next week to read what other bloggers have to say.
This is going to be a long post, so bear with me. The benefit of waiting three years is that I will (hopefully) write about it more coherently than I could have done at the time.
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