Minnie’s Musings
Random ramblings of a middle aged, middle class, middle income woman
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There is a point when a campaign for accountability turns vindictive. When guilt by association or unthinking youthful participation in an event organised by your parents becomes punishable as a hanging offence. Where understanding and any sense of proportion are set aside in favour of blame and all encompassing righteous indignation. I was struck this…
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Absolutist monarchs proffered their paws in an act of divine healing known as The King’s Touch. Whatever was up with you could be cured with a royal fist bump, apparently. One got the distinct impression that the Orange Baffoon is susceptible to something similar. Initially I thought he had been stirred by Harry’s outrage at…
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Said the happy rats… or “good riddums” as my speech impaired sister used to shout, turning herself into an affectionate family legend. Suella has fulfilled her promise, finally! After several years of making like a Reform candidate on speed, she has taken the plunge. Presumably so she can squabble with Jenrick over who is next…
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One can view our Mr Burnham from up t’North as a straight up bloke who does a good job up in Manchester where he is making a name for himself doing presumably good things. He is popular as a metropolitan mayor. Good for him. Long may he carry on doing good things as Mayor of…
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Around the time my third child was born the government introduced paid paternity leave. I recall sitting in an ante natal group and observing that they would be better saving the money and paying for six weeks of a cleaner. There were a couple of raised eyebrows. Years later an acquaintance from that group observed…
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Last night I failed to go to bed early as planned and instead caught ‘Lollipop’, a heartbreaking film about a single mother who comes out of prison to discover that she cannot simply get her children back and move on with her life. This had been trailed in Women’s Hour earlier in the week. And…
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It helps if you put the tea bag in the mug… I thought as stared into the abyss of crystal clear boiling water and contemplated what was missing. Is this a metaphor for my life? Is something essential for a satisfying brew absent from my personal mug? Should I plot a new course and sail…
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In my efforts to complete my data analysis course I have been listening to the delightful Robin, who talks a lot of sense in a very strong Southern accent, for which read she is from somewhere in the Deep South of the USA. It has long been observed that all we share with American’s is…
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Up? Yup. Awake? Sort of. Out of bed? Nope. Thinking about getting out of bed? Nope. Calculating how late I can afford to get out of bed before I risk sitting in a traffic jam…? Hmmmm Should really get out of bed…. Five more minutes? Yup.