.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

For of course, it has been quite an emotional day today. In no particular order, today I have been:

1) Triumphant: My PGDip British Sign Language/English Interpreting and Translation portfolio PASSED, which means I am now a qualified BSL/English Interpreter/Translator. Hooray!

2) Disgusted: Bloody BBC. Allowing freedom of speech is not the same as allowing a racist to try and brainwash the nation. Non-biased, my arse.

3) Relieved: Bloody Nick Griffin. Glad he showed his true colours. Don't think he's clever enough not to. The KKK are non-violent?! Please!

4) Annoyed: Bloody Sainsbury's swanned into Hebden this afternoon to spray the town square with fake snow and film an advert with Jamie Oliver, spurring the area's hetero females to surround him in glee, and me to try not to grumble about male chefs too much (purely for C's benefit).

5) Amused: C occasionally wishes I was hearing, but only for practical reasons. Like today, for example, when she and The Boy were in a different room from me and he threw up... she managed to catch it in his bib, but was powerless to do anything or move because she had him in one hand, and his puke-filled bib in the other. Got that? And what did The Boy do? He leaned forward and started lapping up the puke, just like Harrythedog loves to do.*

* C says I have to make it clear that the puke consisted of fresh breastmilk. Yeah.