So, today we went to the seaside.

No, don't ask me why. Beloved was born many many many miles away from the coastline (well, insofar as anyone in Britain can be born many many many miles away form the coastline) and has this maddening childish glee about large bodies of salt water that bemuses me. Of course, being born on the coast I tend to look at the beach and say “yeah, sand. Whatever.”

So he's bouncing around like an eager 10 year old on coffee (I have done this before. The people I was babysitting for were Not Amused. I was, very much so :P) while I stump around and remind myself even if we ever wanted kids we can't have them until Beloved actually grows up.

So we get to the seaside (after threatening to turn the car around if he sings “Thou Shalt have a Fishie” one more time) we arrive and he leaps out the car apparently wildly excited by the huge cumulation of sand. I hate sand.

Beloved: Hey weren't all your grandfathers and great-grandfathers sailors? The sea's in your blood!

Sparky: I think that'd be a painful medical condition.

Beloved: Salt waaaater! Look at those swellls

Sparky: Y'know, the Blue Planet was on TV. There was water there. We could have set up the portable and you could have sat in a bath full of cold water. And a big fan *shivers*

Beloved: It's bracing!

Sparky: Bracing is just a way of saying “bloody freezing” with better spin.

Beloved: I'm gonna paddle! *takes off shoes and socks*

Sparky: What...? Are you drunk?

Beloved: Yaaaaaaay *runs in* BLOODY HELL THAT'S COLD *staggers out*

Sparky: It's the North Sea. In March. It's cold? You don't say!? Really? I would never have guessed.

Beloved: *glaring and sulky because the Arctic North Sea hasn't magically morphed into the sun-kissed Carribean*

Sparky: Fish and Chips?

Beloved: *happy smiles* “Thou shalt have a fishie, on a little...”

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Beloved: I hated fish and chips as a kid *devouring massive amounts of fishy and getting grease everywhere*

Sparky: well, duh. The fish they serve near you isn't fit for fertiliser.

Beloved: *throws scraps to seagulls* birds!

Sparky: Don't do that!

GULLS: FOOD! Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine

Beloved: *mobbed by crazy gulls* aaaaaaargh they're trying to eat me!

Sparky: *watches with amusement*

Beloved: pigeons with attitude *grumps* *throws scrap at seagull*

Seagull: MINE! *grabs scrap mid-air*

Beloved: Wow! Impressive! *throws more* Look at them go! *Throws* wow!

Sparky: Oh. Dear. Gods.

Beloved: *plays with seagulls*

Sparky: Surely you should have come with a warning label before we got married.

Blog Update: Stop Sheltering kids from LGBT people

My cousin and her children. I have an instinct here to say "well meaning" but I'm going to squash it, for I am sorely tired of the automatic attempt to lessen or mitigate homophobia (and that's a post for another time)

See, she made it clear that she'd be referring to my Beloved as my "friend" and would like everyone else to do so too because she thought her 7 and 5 year old children were just "too young to understand."

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A blog Post - on Gay Actors

A ramble on the many many issues I have seen with regards to gay actors and my musings on them

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