The kid at school Vs the kid at home


at school at home

I hear you mum, hear hear…when you have endless tasks at hand. Preparing the dinner, sorting the laundry, cleaning the spillages, tidying the endless mess, changing soiled nappies, washing bottoms all with the added wackiness: The whiner at hand ALL the frikkin time!! (This happened straight after school one day)

“let’s play ludo…can we? Can we play it now…play it noooow”

(Me) not yet sweetheart…

Aaarrrrgggghhhh waaaaaaaaahh

(me) we’ve just come in from school!?, change your uniform, let me go to the loo

noooooo lets play NOW, let’s plaaaaaaay (aaaaaaaaarrrrrggghhh waaaaaaaaaah)

(me) I said not yet, you’ll have to wait

(after toilet business)

I want cereal, can I have cereal, can I have cereal X10 noooooooooowwwww

(Whilst eating cereal) let’s play ludo, play ludo, play ludo X10 nooooow

(me) Can you finish eating first, can’t you see I’m feeding your little brother

Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh waaaaaaah

(After eating, we play the dreaded ludo)

(me) Ok, the Games finished you came first and I was second yaaaay

Nooo let’s play again, can we play again, again again X10….

(me) Play with your brother

Nooo you play

Aaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh waaaaaaaah

Right this may not be 100% accurate and the ‘X10’ may well be an exaggeration, I might have said much more in between, throwing in some oooh aaaargghs but hopefully you get the gist!

Seriously… am I the only one with a kid like this, (sometimes it seriously feels like that!), the kid who bottles up all his feelings, only to fizz it out at home. It isn’t a pretty sight. I don’t think I know any other child who is difficult like that honestly, I could schmoose, shoulder-to-shoulder with a mum who goes through the same shi* day in and day out, in dealing with a sulking sucker who ruins it for everyone else at home. I could join that social club: “living with whacky whiners”, we’ll name it that, wonderfully oxymoronic, for a bit of sanity…eh?

I don’t look forward to the school runs. The minute he sets foot out, some form of whinging and murmuring under the breath will begin. I’ve read about the whole attachment parenting, and love-bombing and a whole host of other things…trust me I do it all, I HUG him, squeeze the life out of him -not literally- before I get lectured about the damaging effects of corporal punishment. Home-schooling is out of the question, before being told about all the wonders of it! (no hate, it isn’t for me at this point in time) I lend an ear, listen to his every word, cook up countless conversations; yet the stew will bubble up and burst over the tiniest flame. Cry it out sweety, but not to the point where your tears flood the emotion out of us. Play-flight with your little brothers, (I did it too and felt powerful throwing mighty-morphin punches at the horrid boys) but take it easy son, it isn’t a wrestling rink. Where do we set the limit? How long do we have to endure? Lord help us. I could do with a hug and a prayer xxx

Whilst it is lovely being told by your child’s teacher that your cookie is well-behaved and a very rule-abiding friendly child, caring and often smiling with social skills that might be well beyond his little years. I would however, love for the world to know how much it takes for many of us at home building up the wreckage every night: the kids who emotionally drains us to fill their cups, the kids who push boundaries at home only to practice restraining themselves outside. The kids who wear a friendly patient façade only to take it off at home and release their inner beast.

In hindsight, perhaps that’s a good thing, that they can have an emotional outlet at home, disconnect and recharge, be a privilege for their teachers, an asset in their class, perhaps more so than the trouble-maker who makes it terrible for 29 other kids at school. Perhaps I could do with being an emotional rut for now and tolerate the fizzy outburst here and there.
But whilst I’m at it, I hope I have struck a chord with yummy mummies out there, who can relate and moan with us, I’m happy to lend an ear. Xxxx

2nd at home at school

(The middle easy going one, proud to say we do have the best of both 🙂


London mayoral elections: longest rant ever

London mayoral elections: longest rant ever

Reading the mini manifesto that has been distributed and posted to all laymen across London, I can’t help but feel a sense of gut-wrenching anger.

I didn’t vote in the last election (mostly due to being away) so I have no idea who the candidates were and whether this has been the norm, but the choice of potential candidates is highly amusing, bizarre and just plain worrying…  I often decline to vote (religious reasons aside) I’m not sure if I’m convinced enough if our vote counts or means anything, I mean the only time we are really and truly consulted about anything political are at times when elections are happening and made to believe that we are empowered because we got to vote. We, a people with hardly any true knowledge of the dealings of a political mafia establishment; when they screw things up we are to blame because we voted them in, if we didn’t vote them in, we are to blame because we’ve been apathetic and chose not to exercise our long-fought-after right to vote, unappreciative of the suffragettes that sacrificed their blood and sweat for this oh so glorious powerful gesture, of throwing a piece of paper marked with an X, in the ballot box. We, like a herd of sheep, at the peril of our master politicians, they shape the affairs of our country here and abroad in their foreign policies, bloodying our hands too.

It’s funny how anyone can put themselves forward to stand in the voting podium; I mean if a Katie Hopkins stood to amass votes it would have followers, these days anyone and anything can amass a bunch of blind followers, I could parade a donkey hee-hawing claiming to change the downward spiralling of our country and run a marketing campaign in a bid to amass followers, my braying donkey could possibly stand at 10 downing in no time. This perhaps is the great side of democracy (*punches air with sarcasm*) we all could get a potential voice (but currently, not if you’re an ‘Islamist’ paving way for sharon law)

So with that said. In speaking of the mini manifesto, I’ve been taken aback at seeing the likes of Paul Golding running to be elected as a voice for London, the potential Britain first (BF) candidate. I don’t know what world I’ve been living in, but the last time I checked on their Facebook page I couldn’t help but laugh, and feel cringe at what they stood for. Especially their notoriously unpopular way of dealing with followers i.e. blocking off curious Brits like myself, genuinely intrigued by their core beliefs. If I’m not mistaken Golding was even accused of scrambling his supporter’s money. I’m surprised that he is still around!? (but then again that is democracy for you) undoubtedly the guy has support and money being funnelled into his crappy racist campaign, which hasn’t much to offer to the average Londoner but a far right ‘fake-Christian’ fascist movement (I bet he knows next to nothing about the faith) that claims to promote “British culture” (whatever that means) in a multicultural city that gets its colour and vibrancy from a rich community of foreigners (of a people who were once colonised, a topic which requires another ranting post in itself)

This city wouldn’t be what it is without the thousands of immigrants that brought with them their cultures, expertise, experiences, FOOD and rich diversity. It’s seriously laughable …but what isn’t funny is his stance on Muslims and Islam… Calling for “clamping down on Islamic extremism” may seem all tough and glorious to average Londoners genuinely concerned about security, but let’s face it, as Muslims we are at the brunt of it all; extremism, chaos and terrorism has caused more mayhem, bloodshed and violence for Muslims in ‘Muslim’ lands, so it matters to us more than it would anyone else …but Paul and co channel their activism in such a way that we feel  the added burden of being “not-so-British” Muslims: constantly Labelled and smeared in the media, feeling like we should constantly be apologising; if anything British-Muslims are the first to want a clamping on extremism, but I’m not convinced about the “extremism” that this party seeks to stamp out.


The use of such rhetoric in a London manifesto is utterly distasteful and sheer nonsensical, because if this isn’t fear mongering and fuelling an ‘islamaphobia’ then I don’t know what is! But it doesn’t stop there, you have the British nationalist party (BNP) with similar notions. Londoners are apparently threatened by Islamic extremists and the “islamification” of London (cringe at these types of coinages and word formations, thanks to the media) These parties have sponsors and big donors behind them, I can’t help but feel that my beautiful London (the nostalgic way Malala would speak of her ‘paradise’ the swat valley, London for us is nothing less), the vibrant multicultural capital of England, is at risk of a trump style racist-far right movement, threatening the peace and security of our city of abundance and land of opportunities.

But their bold claims have no evidence, statistics, or any research but simply rubbish they are spewing. Looking at the manifesto with a closer look reveals the ridiculousness of their campaigns, we needn’t look further. According to Sophie walker representing the ‘women’s equality party’ (pretty interesting), in London last year a whopping 4000 rape incidents were reported and 70,000 incidences of domestic violence. Those figures are shocking and reveal just how deep rooted REAL problems are in an age of enlightenment, the 21st century, the ‘civilised’ west still have such levels of violence in the capital city is seriously beyond me. According to George Galloway of ‘respect party’ every year 10,000 people die from the endless congestion in the streets ‘poisoning people’.

women party

See the thing is, while these problems pose more of a danger and threat to the average Londoner and our quality of life, where we are more at risk of getting killed by the emission of toxic fumes (let alone the numerous car accidents on our roads every year) than a terrorist attack, we are falsely led to believe that Islam is somehow threatening London, this couldn’t be further from the truth. I simply can’t understand why we have the BF and BNP in an uproar hating and hell-bent on scapegoating Islam and Muslims, are against the building of mosques, which serve none-else but the British communities, encouraging cohesion and public engagement. Especially necessary in an era of the internet and social media, which is more threatening and dangerous for young people, where they are likely to hide away in their small digital bubbles of computers and gadgets reading hate messages online and getting seeped into a paranoia of fear mongering and hate, believing the illuminati are out there to get them! The repercussion of ‘Islamic extremism’ has and continues to affect British Muslims more than it does anyone else, but Paul and ilk think they know better and people with hijab and beards going to worship at mosques, threaten our lives and security.


It seems the ever growing problems in London such as: housing crisis, over population, congestion, a crippling NHS are taking a toll on us, and when such problems begin to spiral out of control, the elitists then need to play the blame game and whilst they are doing all the dirty work (the ones with the bigger money) silly petty parties like Britain first come out with an overtly hateful rhetoric and make themselves look like the bad guys, when really they are just worried like ourselves, by social problems affecting ordinary Londoners.

So certain political characters, within the predominant parties: conservative and labour in their ‘political correctness’ are good at this, they know how to talk the talk, but fail to walk the walk (use distractive puns and figurative language ‘of the dead cat’ and dog-whistling tactics). So their finger pointing at Islam and Muslims is often more calculated and discreet (see link below).

Endless immigration does threaten us all, over population is scary, as it seems we are all competing and scrambling for living space. Something that matters to many Londoners. Being worried about the impact of immigration isn’t being a racist (the BNP somehow feel the need to clarify this) but finger pointing an entire religion and its followers IS RACIST. Immigration due to EU membership has proven to be the main reason for the uncontrolled ‘influx’ of immigrants, far higher than other parts of the world put together (of the African peninsula/Asian and middle east). Yet the browner Muslim immigrants, that are far fewer in number have been targeted by haters (as we’ve already witnessed in public places with appalling clips making the rounds on social media)

Perhaps this time, voting may be a start for some healthy change, so the question arises who to vote for? Whilst there are numerous candidates standing to achieve recognition and support, it is obviously clear that not all stand an equal chance. Whilst The BF and BNP will obviously (and hopefully!) not win (and ranting endlessly about them only gives them more importance) and are simply in the game to gain fans and followers, most of the other parties as well-meaning as they are, will also likely be eliminated; such as the Green party, Respect party and the admirable Women’s equality party, but a vote to any of those groups would certainly be a wasted vote (another reason to be put off by this useless system). The battle is (nearly always) between the conservatives and labour: currently Sadiq Khan (an interesting option, Labour seeking the Muslim vote) and Zac Goldsmith (son of a billionaire)

An interesting article in the guardian recently described the tension and politics between the two in their campaigns; the way certain groups in London: Indians (presumably Hindus/Sikhs) and Tamil households have been strategically targeted for votes by the conservative marketing campaign, in their use of shady divisive rhetoric, in an age-old -failed- attempt to divide and conquer. Sadiq khan has been maligned as extreme, a ‘radical’ and ‘divisive’ (if that is the case then I do wonder what a non-radical, non-extreme Muslim looks like) in a covert racist manner; dog-whistling wolves in sheep clothing. More articulate, politically correct, but far more worryingly deceiving (than their BF counterparts). And with that let’s put a stop to this longest ever rant…I know who my vote is going to.

(Link below for the useful guardian article, on the sadiq-zac battle)