I've just been down to the seafront - goodness me it's windy today. I'm trying to find a way to record audio in high wind on a phone without getting the wind noise on microphone. Just tested about 4 different things. All of them were an epic fail!
I forgot to take a photo when I was down there. The surf is most definitely up today. Anyway I used an old photo from another day to illustrate this blog. Not nearly as exciting, but there's no way I'm going down there again today. The chill was screaming through my sons bobble hat, which I pulled on as I left the house.
In fact I'm rocking a somewhat splended outfit today. I literally got dressed in the dark. Fortunately I pulled a long coat on over everything so apart from my rainbow shoes and son's bobble hat nobody could see what I was wearing. I also put on my largest face mask as I wasn't wearing any makeup. So anybody that saw me problably just thought a new bag lady had hit the area.
Much excitement today as I actually need to drive somewhere with a legitimate reason. I used to drive 30,000 miles a year with my old job. Given that I hate driving this was never good, quite apart from the impact on the environment. But a jobs a job. Just had my car MOT'd as I got it done just before lockdown last year. This year I have driven the grand total of 3,000 miles and that includes the drive to North Devon for our staycation last July when things started to open up a bit. It's been sitting unused for so long that my rear break pads have started to rust!
Tonight there's going to be a reclaim the streets vigil at the Level in Brighton. I was considering going, but they've fixed the time as 6.00pm! I mean really people - this has clearly been fixed by people without families. Where's the female solidarity at setting a vigil for women at exactly the time that kids want to be fed on a Saturday night. I'm guessing it's been set up by students that didn't want to eat into their drinking time later in the evening.
The vigils are because of the murder of Sarah Everard. All women are up in arms because we're sick to death with having to be scared on the streets all the time. It's interesting because I'm listening to people on the radio talking about the things they feel they have to do and until I hear it from other people I just think it's normal. Things like walking down the street with your house key between your fingers in case your attacked. It also made me realise that all this time when we've only had walking as entertainment there are routes I take alone and routes I take when I'm with my husband. Those with my husband I wouldn't dare do alone.
This whole reclaim the streets thing will only last a few weeks - just watch. Every time there's something to improve the life of women - things like #metoo - within a fortnight of people talking about it another far more pressing issue gets raised and the whole female equality thing gets pushed aside.
The other thing that happens, which has already started a day in, is that people say 'yes I know this is bad, but it's far worse for me because I have x issue as well as the issue of being a woman'. The thing is I'm not knocking that their life sounds tough and that's not right - however, by doing that what you are actually doing is diluting the message. Let the message get out loud and proud and once it's embedded then start with the nuances.
I knew I was getting older because from about the age of 15 at least once a year I'd get a willy flashed at me when I was out and about. I'd just ignore it and walk away - always quite shaken. I got to a 'certain age' and that stopped, thank goodness. But I appreciate it's even worse for ladies these days because of the whole dicpic thing - I think I'd vomit if I got one of those. How do people think that's ok and what makes men think you'd want to see the last chicken in the shop anyway!
All a bit ranty today so I'm going to finish with a great joke my lovely husband sent to me this week (said lovely husband because I want you to know that he's one of the good ones!). Been married for 20 years this year - he's the most tolerant individual in the world.
Anyway, here we go....
A priest, a rabbit and a minister go to give blood.
Nurse: What blood type are you?
Rabbit: I think I'm a type-O.
(tee hee) x
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