Finding my blogging voice could take some time so pls do hold tight. I’m still very new to this blogging world so my page doesn’t yet look how i’d like it to, i.e a bit rubbish. And as I know virutally nothing about SEO etc, hardly anyone is reading. I may as well stop writing now, but onward I shall march
The toddler daughter was 3 years old last week. We had a lovely day with extended family at the museum of childhood in Bethnal Green which I thoroughly recommend . Being crap with birthdays, it’s taken me 3 years to actually remember her birth date. The various childrens groups we attend most days require a signature and childs d.o.b upon arrival. I was sure that a few funny looks was due to me always writing a different birth date for each child. Or at least that’s what I thought until the other day.
What occured in the doctors surgery made me think that perhaps the odd funny look I sometimes get is due to me being a man. My son Theo had his 12 month injections, the nurse said a friendly hello and give me a brief bit of ‘MMR’ chat.
The moment she said ‘Most children have it in the UK and America, basically all civilized countries’. I started to make a judgement on her general vibe. To continue her warmth she told me that perhaps I should phone the childrens mother and make sure it was ok to have the injection. Er, hello was I invisible or did I look under 18? Perhaps it was my pink converse and ripped jeans that made me look like a bit of a raggamuffin rude boy, irresponsible youth. But no actually it was simply because I was a guy.
“I probably wouldn’t have asked you that if you were a woman” The nurse said, probably noticing my thoughtful state.
Does any of this even matter? I’m not sure, but it did leave a bad taste in my mouth.