Accidental House Life

One of the joys of getting older is watching the generations below puff out their chests, act as though they are the first to discover the wheel, and watch them deflate as an elderly has-been points out it's all been done before. You know the kind of thing, when my generation thought Thursday was the new Friday only for our parents to show old posters proclaiming the exact same thing, when the generation below think they've invented some new fashion until they see old photographs (I know, how old am I, photographs?) of what we used to wear. Well today while eating lunch, I was catching up with the political day on the radio (told you it would be different), I had one of those glorious moments. I adore politics, it was my second favourite lesson at college (Economics first, in case you were wondering) and something I keep regularly up to date with. Whether it be local issues involving housing and libraries, national debates regarding immigration and education or global events

Two golden rules to writing a blog. 1. Don't write about your politics. 2. Don't write about religion. These were the two thoughts I have always carried in my mind as I made a forlorn attempt to create a popular and widely read blog. Through this time I've voted in elections, made my opinion on Brexit known only to the ballot box and sat through countless school assemblies and Nativity plays without ever encroaching on these two rules. Well, I've suffered from writers block for over 2 months now and I've finally realised why. By editing myself, censoring even, my brain has given up thinking interesting thoughts whilst stood in front of the laptop. Every time I thought of something I'd like to put on the screen I've stopped. I've stopped, censored and edited and realised that what was about to be written I didn't want to put my name to. I began to concern myself with what people would think, what they would say. If they were offended would they