Is teaching tolerance simpler than we think? This is just a short post, an aside if you will, that occurred to me as I stood in my kitchen this afternoon. There, in front of me, stood three representatives of creatures with a long running history of violence and bloodshed against each other. Creatures that most
I feel a bit squidgy inside, gooey almost. It’s not from the glut of Easter eggs that I have eaten (that has been hampered by the fact that there seemed to be an Easter egg shortage in Hertfordshire this year) but because of fluff, and newborn-ness and big eyes and wobbly, unsure legs. Shall we
Yes, you read the title of this post correctly. I have spent most of the day staring at an egg. It’s not just any egg though, it’s an egg with personality. To be fair the personality probably comes more from the chick inside it than from the egg itself as the shell is the only eggy bit left.
Sometimes we make choices that we know are going to make our lives harder, but we make them regardless. Thankfully it’s a chronic human condition to want to take our intricate and complex lives and add a few more twists and turns and perhaps, if you’re like our family, a bit more dirt and chaos than fate originally intended you to have.