Pulling Teeth

I was taking my brother into Glasgow for the dentist today. I absolutely love Glasgow as a city. It doesn't compare to cities size-wise like London, obviously. But it's bigger than Aberdeen. And Glasgow has just about everything you'd really want out of a city. Bar something like Big Ben or the Washington Monument. But I don't usually care much for those sort of things. I mean, you are taken with the view for about 30 seconds, and then you can take a picture or something. I've never really bought that idea of there being '7 wonders of the world' either. I personally think that the best natural sights in the world are out there, and don't necessarily have some massive tourist baiting tag. But what was I talking about? Oh yes. The quest to escort the sibling to the doctor of teeth.

Cups beware

I have nothing but respect for those that work to make people better health-wise. Another career that I'd be absolutely hopeless at. My brother had a further appointment for 3 o' clock apart from his 9 o' clock one. But the dentist just said "she may as well finish it there and then" so I didn't have to wait about for hours which I appreciated. It was fine until there a was a cry of "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" - a young girl had decided to get a close-up view to the goings on. The girl's mother was outside the room, casually chatting to one of the dentists. Of course, the other dentists were trying to stop her, but they weren't really supposed to touch her. She flapped around and elbowed the nurse (who was using a drill at the time) in the face. How are people like that allowed to keep kids? I'm not going to go on about the morality of gay adoption or surrogate mothers (I'm going to pride myself on being a blogger that doesn't discuss over discussed subjects!). But I occasionally wonder how I'd raise a child, in the unlikely event of that happening. Would I be strict? Would I be a hippy and let them get away with anything? It's all very well thinking about what you do, but in practice it's always a little different. I mean, I'd like to think I'd be strict when necessary and that I'd be loosey goosey other times. But when I was patrol leader for a group of scouts I encouraged them to throw litter in the rival patrols tent, and  I let them off the hook when they burned cups owned by the scout association on the camp fire. If I look after a child, it looks like they are going to be a spoilt little bugger.

I've been a little dry for ideas recently, so apologies for the late blog. Although it's quite nice that I actually have an audience I can say that to! I've recently got into the habit of reading musician's biographies, and I've seen that no matter how interesting someone's life was, it can be made dull by their writing skill. I was going to do a blog on that, but I remembered that the guys that do the 'A Beer for the Shower' blog did a post about a similar subject a lot better than I could. But anyway, I have a few ideas in my head now, so I'll try to be a little less hesitant (hoho) to post. Thanks for reading!