The F word.

One thing that I like about doing blip is the opportunity it gives me to put something out there and just leave it. Like therapy, but on the cheap. This morning whilst I lay in bed I timed how many times the builders next door SHOUTED the F word in 1 minute, the answer was 27 times between 3 of them. I was then treated to a conversation about women. Derogatory and vulgar don't even come close. I like banter and am not offended by the odd swear word, but this, EVERY SINGLE DAY is really getting me down. Not least because the children hear it every day too. So today we escaped to Hope's house on the hill. Tea and cake were served, soothing words spoken and smiles raised. I came away feeling a lot more me and with a little mission to boot.

I did take a picture, secret service style, of one of the builders on the roof, but then decided I didn't want a visual reminder of him (One is enough). So instead I opted for a picture of Murron peeking down the stairs, after I had chased her up to get dressed.