Small Town Street Art: An Occasional Series
A few weeks ago, I posted about how pleased I was to finally find some graffiti in town (I know, I know, I’m odd like that…).
Well guess what? I’ve found some more! A slightly Big-Brother-esque eye peering out from a crack in a wall.
I love it.
Happy International Women’s Day
I will confess, I used to be a bit squeamish about calling myself a feminist. I thought it meant that I had to stop shaving my legs and wearing a bra, neither of which I’m prepared to do. But as I’ve grown older and, y’know, grown up a bit, I’ve realised that’s really not the case. Feminism, and women’s rights, are about issues far more fundamental than my personal grooming habits.
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From Daffodils to Despots: the thing about charity.
I was chatting to a fellow mum-of-a-toddler the other day, and she was having a bit of a moan about her son’s nursery and the amount of activities they undertake for charity.
“It seems like there’s something different every week. Dress up as this, or sponsor me for this, or send in a donation for this. I can’t keep going round my friends and asking for money every week, it’s getting ridiculous.”
“Oooh,” I said. “How awkward. Thank goodness they don’t do that at DorkySon’s nursery.”
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The Gallery: Light
The theme of The Gallery this week is ‘Light’ and this is my entry.
To see the entries from other bloggers, head over to Sticky Fingers for a look.
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