Harry's Blog

Kitty tripped over a tent peg and hit her face on the decking in the garden yesterday. Cue lots of blood from a cut in her mouth and one hell of a bruise around one side of her face. It made me cry looking at her pretty little face so battered.

As expected the trip to the doctor was part medical visit, part interrogation.

How can a society with such completely shit social services - look at the baby-P case amongst many others - create a generation of scared parents worried about all the bruises toddlers inevitably pick up while leaping madly around?

As we took the twins shopping in Tesco this morning and Kitty displayed her bruised face to the world I kept wanting to tell people we passed how it happened. Was this how McCarthyism made Americans feel - "My daughter is generous that's why she's sharing her toys, we're not communists, honest".

I spent most of my childhood covered in bruises and cuts. I think we all did. There was always a plaster on one of my knees. Being a child involved getting into bumps and scrapes. Today though there's this fear thaat a few bruises and social services will take your children off you.

Which is odd isn't it? Why would people think that. Social services can't even save children beaten or starved to death right now. They are hardly going to come round here and ask us to replace our wooden decking with some made from polystyrene.

_{¹If you are one of those idiots who still refuse to give their child the MMR jab because of the discredited rubbish about links with autism you are putting your child and MINE at risk, I'd quite happily punch YOU on the nose. Dimwit.}