Just some random thoughts:

I've come across some new interesting blogs which reflect my current main interest. That would be babies. Sorry for everyone who doesn't share this new passion and is desperately looking for more on refugee issues and human rights - it will come soon!
There's two I've utterly enjoyed reading in the past few months: midwife muse and doing it all again.

I've discovered the wealth of hardware shops. Hardware shops are something very British I think, at least I don't know them from Germany. They are packed to the brim with stuff, and you only see the surface. A good hardware shop owner has secret boxes and knows EXACTLY where everything is. No point going in to look for something, you won't find it and there's definitely NO space for a pram. Our hardware shop owner also manages to keep prices ridiculously low. I don't think he makes any profit, really, he must be doing this out of the good of his heart.

We passed a sign the other day for the civic amenity site. What a grand name for a dump.

So Tinky Winky may be gay because he's been spotted wearing a handbag, and the Polish don't like that. I gather from that that Polish men are barred from having handbags because if they did have one, they would be promoting homosexuality which of course is utterly unacceptable. So now Tinky Winky has to undergo a Polish psychological assessment. I hope this won't damage his triangular aerial.

I really should be working on my three remaining assignments which are due very soon indeed, but ... it's so lovely to start being in control of myself and my life again that it's too precious to spend any time worrying about assignments and all that.

Other than that I'm still under the influence. Of hormones. Tell me a story of a baby dying, still born or Madeleine being kidnapped and my system is in turmoil, as if it's happening to me. Sing twinkle twinkle little star and I also burst into tears. Then I see cubling, happy or sad, and I can't believe the wave of love engulfing me. I'm not used to such deep emotions and they still surprise me every single day, as if I'm a different person.

Finally can I call on my Glasgow readers to come to the premier of a video on the detention for immigration reasons of asylum seeking children, made by young refugees living in Glasgow, facilitated by a number of people, one of them being myself. It'll be shown on 7th June, 19:30 hrs, Gilmorehill Theatre, Glasgow. It's short and sweet, and very good indeed.