Saturday, 2 October 2010

The Curious Case of Maddie McCann





This case has intrigued me from day one.


I remember that delightful May morning - I'd got up early and opened all the windows.  The sun was streaming in as I watched Sky News inform the nation by ticker-tape that a little British girl had gone missing in Portugal.  That little girl was soon to become a household face and name.  Madeleine Beth McCann, age 3.  Her eyes would be imprinted on our souls with the 24/7 news coverage of her disappearance.


I have to say that my initial feelings of utter anguish for the little girl were soon coupled with shock that these children had been left on their own in a holiday apartment.  Quite frankly, I was gobsmacked.  Her parents had apparently left the child and her twin siblings alone, while they dined and drank some distance away from the apartment in a restaurant.  I was further shocked at seeing the situation of the restaurant in the complex, along with the fact that the childrens' bedroom was on the other side of the apartment block, out of sight.


Over three years later, little Maddie is still missing.  Those three years have included a rollercoaster of events and a bucketload of money.  Donations from the general public (rich and poor), elderly people and schoolchildren, but still no child.  


A myriad of false sightings, numerous threats of court action and a multi-million pound reward which is neverever mentioned.  But still no child.


Maddie McCann, the child who vanished without a single trace on that cool May evening... and not a trace to be found since.  Is that even possible?  


One day I hope the truth will emerge, one day I hope.

To diet or not to diet... that is the question!

Well today I was thrown from my safe haven of cuddliness and curves into the harsh reality that most of my winter clothes aren't going to fit.


After a dull summer of getting by with the usual required amount of vests, cropped trousers, skirts, dresses and sandals I was suddenly agape at my wardrobe.


Why?  Rain. Wind.  And anything else Mother Nature chose to throw our way.


The sudden realisation that I couldn't go out in my 'baggy stuff' hit home and I grabbed my jeans, boots and cardi from the wardrobe.


All went well - button done up, zip decided to strain a little but I thought 'hey, at least I don't have to lie horizontally and use a coat hanger to cover the belly'.  Anyway, boots next.  And therein lay the problem... sitting down, ie bending.  I thought I was going to be drawn and quartered, well cut in two at least.  As I heavy breathed, I managed to get the boots on and decided it was infinitely safer to stand up straight until it was time to go out.


Luckily at that point in time, all I had to do was walk the school run and make my way home.  Which I did, until I got about 200 yards from the front door.  I felt like a lost Legionnaire stumbling across the desert who had spotted an oasis in the distance.  An oasis that was there, but so far away.  My front door was that oasis and I was panting for breath just like my imaginary Legionnaire, stumbling up the path.


Water, water.  Unzip, unzip.


My beautiful oasis provided me, not with water, but with my comfy leggings and baggy top.  Not to mention my slipper socks.


And the hardhitting thought that if I don't buy new clothes or diet I could be embarassing my kids at the school gates.  I mean no child wants to see their Mum in black socks and sandals, do they?

Friday, 1 October 2010

Music

Well, I'll attempt to post some music in this little bit... just so I've got something to listen to while I'm talking to myself...


Travis - Closer


The fab David Tennant performing to the equally fab Smiths!



Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

Welcome...

Well this is my first attempt in Blogland.  Not sure how I'll get on... my son showed me his own blog today, and I thought "I can do that..."  Now I'm not so sure, I kind of feel like I'm sitting talking to myself.  


Well, what should I blog about?  My most exciting day or how much laundry I've done.  The weather or how shaky the local alkie was when she bought her chaser at the local shop?  Should I pretend to be an online teccy and talk about what's trending on Twitter and why or just blab about mundane events?


We will wait and see.