Enough politics. It's the quickest way to make yourself look like an arse. I'll try to avoid the subject. As one who is Easily Lead (oh, that's why..., yes, that's why), aka naive, I can go off on a tangent very quickly. Last word on that is LibDem conference=Backstabbers Ball.
So to today's joys. A footy match in Reading watching the under 12's run around and make themselves tired in the rain and snow (according to the forecast a moment ago). And before that the joy of catching up on all the school work we should have done over the holidays but haven't. Mainly verbal and non-verbal reasoning tests in preparation for a big exam in just over four weeks.
But then I have the joy of cello practice to look forward to. He's been away for a week with his mum and so when he played me 'Summertime' for the first time since before Christmas yesterday the improvement was significant. I admit to a tear. He's played it since he was about five or six, and in the five or so years he has reached grade 5 and I have been privileged to watch his emotional development. Cello is a really important instrument to me as the love of my life is a professional player of unbelievable merit. Although we are together-ish now (on and off - changes almost daily), we weren't when he chose the cello. So now, to watch the other love of my life, my only child, follow in her footsteps, even though they share no blood, is ... well, it's a remarkable thing. And to see him emotionally flowering, and beginning to understand and reach into some of his innermost feeling and express those through the four strings on his cello is a miracle. Especially to one like me, who plays guitar like I dance. With two left thumbs.
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It is really wonderful when they start to reach out on their own. I am still amazed and delighted that mine are capable of so much more than I was.
I was pretty pissed off with the horrible glee and intrusiveness of the press over poor old CK's admission. And the general hypocrisy. Though none of it was very surprising.
Nonetheless I think his resignation was necessary. I can't see an alcoholic successfully standing up in today's political jungle nor can I see treatment having any chance of success in that same jungle.
(PS. I see we have a date with the sunset! Nice.)
No, I think as an alcoholic he probably wasn't that reliable. But who among us walks with total honesty? At least it was out in the open and treated. And with the spying prying eyes of the press I would imagine he would have a good chance of staying off it: they would have been on to him in a minute. I used to care for an alky. And after a certain point in recovery, being caught drinking is their biggest fear: like with most 'crime', it's the certainty of being caught that acts as a deterrent. And of course if he did good when a drunk, how much better will he do as a sober man?
Date with the sunset? Is that one of the photos? I really must sort myself out with a good digi camera. My existing one is bust (the lens now has a mind of its own and pops in and out at random) I'm just paralysed by the choice, as the last one was a disappointment and I can't afford the £650 for a good one. I still prefer my SLR. But it's so big and heavy ...
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