The Fear...

We went to an animal show yesterday...

And I enjoyed it! I guessed from the size of the venue it was going to be crammed with the 'creepy-crawly' variety of animal but bought the tickets and off we went...

I'll be honest. The f**king snake threw me! The spider ('Grace') did too. I think?

But I DID NOT ENJOY THE SNAKE. Didn't enjoy it one bit. Sure I touched it. I was even 'calm' enough to take some pictures...

I didn't want to touch Gloria, (I kid you not, it was... she was called 'Gloria'), but how are you supposed to demonstrate to a four-year-old that you need to experience things to be able to learn from these experiences? I tickled that snake. I could tell you the species but was paralysed ('internally' obviously), by the story about the time they got Gloria a mate. Well, to put it bluntly, she ate her mate. Kaput...

Anyway, yesterdays fear was nothing compared to today. I have hated the remains of today. Jack has done some crazy non-important stuff as four-year-old children are wont to do...

But for one split second, the situation I had 'let' him get himself into, (a hill and his bike were involved), started to take control. That, is the biggest fear of all.

Whitney Houston

This is a pretty sad return to the 'blogging scene'... but alas, Whitney has died. We don't know how yet but  everyone has a theory...

But I heard this earlier and thought 'Fuck!' http://jakefogelnest.com/post/17460767716

Such a waste of such a talent.

(Ta Jake Fogelnest)