Today we learned what happens when a country doesn't properly legislate for abortion and, instead, insists on pushing it to the back burning for years. Tragically, a woman, Savita Halappanavar, has died because she was denied the abortion she needed to stay alive. A hospital in Ireland thought the life of a dying feotus was more important than the life of the mother. You can read about it at the Irish Times. Then you can feel as sick as I do and then maybe, if you're in Ireland (or, hell, anywhere really) ring up your TD or any TD and tell them that it's inhumane to not provide an abortion to a woman when her life is at risk, that's it's disgusting that it has taken 20 years for them to still refuse to legislate on the X Case, and that you demand they do something about it now. I know I will.
You can find numbers and email addresses of the members of the Dail here.
Ironically, Ireland won a seat on the UN Human Rights Council yesterday.
I'm not even sure what I can follow that last bit with.
Last night Mister Man woke up at 5.30am screaming, "I WANT MY PASTA BOLOGNESE BACK! I WANT MY PASTA BOLOGNESE BACK!"
What in the what'ing what is going on there, you ask?
While we were in America my mother accidentally threw out a cup of hot cocoa that she thought he no longer wanted and we had to suffer through the screams and tears for the rest of the night. Apparently he is still suffering in his dreams. Maybe every night will be something different; last night it was pasta bolognese, maybe tonight will be hamburger helper or lamb korma.
Masterchef: The Professionals is back on BBC and that means two things:
I am stuck to the TV every night at 8pm to see who will be deemed Masterchef; and
Christmas is 40 days away and I haven't bought a thing.
You see how number one interfers greatly with number two? Me too.