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Global Warming and Political Intimidation: How Politicians Cracked Down on Scientists As the Earth Heated Up by Raymond S. Bradley

George R R Martin, A Feast For Crows

Don’t know what’s happened here, have managed to go through three books without updating the blog apparently. Hope this doesn’t signal another lull, I was just getting back into it, and other than the guff on my Facebook timeline, it’s the only place I write down what’s happening in my life so I can look back on it when the kids are older. We went to Arundel Castle at the weekend as there were lots of displays of archery, swordfights and trebuchets. We weren’t sure how interested Freddie would be, but he loved it. We bought him a sword and shield which he hasn’t put down since, and swordfights are his big thing at the moment. I’ve ruined Helen’s Lakeland cake tin lid using it as a shield to fend off swipes from Fred’s wooden sword. The name he has adopted is ‘Sir Freddie the Peasant’, as we watched a little play by some mummers based on Robin Hood where ‘the peasants’ ended up winning. It’s probably too early to point out the oxymoronic nature of a knight also being a peasant to him, so we’ve let that one go. I’m Sir Daddy the Forgetful.

Poor Libby has conjunctivitis and manky ears at the moment due to a perforated ear drum. Also, Jess has just sent a text saying George has chicken pox, so it could be Libby will pick that up too now; since Helen went back to work a few weeks ago, Lib has picked up so many infections and nasties; it’s meant I’ve been able to spend some time with her though, which has been lovely. She’s been threatening to fully walk for a while, but she really seems to have it now; yesterday she walked the whole length of the house unaided. Twice a day at the moment we have medicine sessions; clean Lib’s ears and eyes, antibiotics for the ear infection, olive oil in the other ear to clear the wax and eye drops in both eyes for conjunctivitis; Fred has to have the eye drops too. It’s tough; Libby squirms and screams every time and is so strong. I think she’s going to grow up to be a mercenary.