Oh Jesus. Just started watching the new series of One Born Every Minute. Tears with apple butter on toast and a cup of tea. Aaaand I was supposed to be doing work :)
I cry at the opening credits and every time a baby is born: Multiple lame-o. I find it all rather intense, what with all the women struggling to bring new life into the world. Empathy- I has it in bucketloads. One thing I don’t understand is why they have chosen to blur out the women’s genitals during the births. They didn’t do that in previous series, but maybe it’s just a personal thing from the women involved? Will have to see if this changes.
Oh look, it’s not just me that’s noticed.
Looking back at when I last wrote about my enjoyment of the programme, it’s interesting to read my lament as to the dearth of suitable men in my life. I didn’t think I had much of a chance of finding anyone “sober, mostly-sane and financially stable enough to commit in an appropriate manner” until I was past forty…
