I'm not an extremist - how many time do I have to tell you?

This relates to a news story I stumbled across by chance (before any of you think that I'm just picking on disabled people for fun.)

I know I'm going to get a tongue-lashing off my better half for saying this (and anyone else that should stumble across my ramblings of social obeservations)....but should disabled people have kids?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this from an Adolf Hitler point of view. Faulty genes are passed on all the time, some people need glasses, some need hearing aids etc etc. However, when a disabled person has a kid and does not have the ability to look after it, should the taxpayer have to foot the bill for the child to receive the care it needs?

Anyway....

I really enjoyed this last weekend. L came over to Wales and we had a lovely dirty weekend. I provided my vegetarian girlfriend with delicious foodstuffs and wine. She provided me with soft bits to play with! (Now that I have another regular reader, it makes writing about my sex life somewhat strange! Afterall, the only other person to read this blog is my girlfriend.) Oh well, at least I'll probably never meet my Aussie reader, nor wil she know what I look like. Unless she hunts me down on friendster as well!

I digress, yet again. Sunday, L and I visited Conwy Castle and she kept calling me a serf. Perhaps there is a hidden meaning in this. Does she portray herself as the more imortant figure in our relationship? Who knows?

Saturday night we stayed in, watched Goodfellas and did 'things' to one another. During the day we walked along the promenade and pier at (everybody say after me) Llandudno, played on penny slots and searched for a coffee press. Where everybody else failed, Asda succeeded. Thank you Asda.

Friday I made creamy egg cury and L was so impressed that she wants the recipe too. I am becoming a good cook.

No freudian slips.