pensnest: my floral Doc Martens against the sky (Bwee)
This was the star turn at the 2016 LABBS convention. They were wonderful. Somehow a lot of the charm is lost when it isn't live.

They weren't the winners. Amersham A Cappella are next up (on my screen, anyway) and also well worth a look and listen.

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Some completely different stuff I read on the internet today:

A bloody awesome rant by an abortion doctor addressed to Representative Marsha Blackburn. Righteous.

A very sad but entirely worth reading piece by a woman who had a late-term abortion.

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Phew. It's nice to have a chance to sit down at the computer. When I came home from yesterday's training session (after a morning of Yoga and Aqua) I had to help Beast move a sofa into the kitchen so that grandpa could watch telly in there. Our actual lounge is emptying fast, although for the moment there are objects in it from the dining room, which is now divided in twain by a sinister, black-clad partition, as the chaps will be taking out the wall soon. Hmm. Frost yesterday, frost today... could we have picked a better time to have a wall removed from our house? No, surely not. Eh, at least it is happening. There is still a hole under the house on the southern side, but a complex arrangement of steel supports has been laid and concrete will arrive soon. I think.

The evening was filled with ironing, and I finished knitting a hat.
pensnest: Photo of me with face painted squirls (My squirly face)
I've probably written about this before, but this morning I read a piece about a woman who had lost a much-wanted pregnancy. It's here.

There's a lot of sadness in it, obviously. But something that stood out for me was this paragraph:

I had a baby of my own recently. By now I know that what I see at work will haunt me during any pregnancy. So it wasn’t unexpected that I had a million terrifying thoughts during this ultimately uncomplicated pregnancy. But what was most interesting to me was my reaction every time I went in for an ultrasound during my first trimester. As the tech put the gel on my belly and prepared the machine, I was surprised that my first fear wasn’t that the baby would have no heartbeat, that it would be dead. That was my second fear. My first fear was that the ultrasound would show emptiness, that the pregnancy would be inexplicably gone, or would have never been there. That this beloved project I had been working on, suffering for, would just be … nothing.

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