And the raven was called sin

It's true - I have fallen behind with blogging, reading, all of the TV shows I like to watch and just about everything else in life that I'm supposed to be doing as well - but at least I'm writing. A lot. Throw in a valiant attempt to move the site to a new home and I see February has arrived and I didn't even notice.

To keep me company today, I've dropped Carrie (1976) onto Netflix. The first five minutes of that movie is cruel. Not a patch on what school can really be like, but cruel all the same. I picked Rhiannon up from netball yesterday afternoon. After weeks of training and staying after school, she didn't get picked for 'the team'. The teacher suggested she might choose her next time - which both her and I have interpreted to mean, "if somebody drops out and there's nobody else around, you can make up the numbers".

There are two ways of looking at this. The first is to say that you enjoy netball anyway and will carry on playing in the hope that a space does become available so you can try and prove yourself again. The second way (the one both she and I took) is to raise a finger to the world, reclaim the time, spend those hours drawing or building something that you love and move on. There are many people out there who think this is the wrong way to teach a 12 year old to handle the world but I don't think so. It's just taking care of business for all of us.