I am breaking all sorts of self-imposed rules here. I don’t very often put family photos on the blog. I promised that my Project 52 photos would be of things other than DorkySon. And this is my third post about our holiday, which seems a bit excessive.
But I love this shot so much that I really want to post it as my Week 8 photo.
DorkySon and DorkyDad: they’ve got a good thing going on.
I tried really hard when we were away last week to stay offline and not be constantly checking my emails or updating my status on Facebook. DorkyDad did the same and I’m sure that helped us really relax and enjoy ourselves.
I couldn’t help turning my phone on for a sneaky wee peek online last Wednesday though, when I knew that Save the Children were launching Name A Day as the next phase of their No Child Born to Die campaign. I was thrilled to see coverage of the launch in a prominent position on the BBC and Guardian websites, as well as ALL OVER Twitter and Facebook!
The call to Name A Day is twofold.
Firstly, Save the Children is calling on David Cameron to Name A Day when he will host a global summit on child malnutrition.
2012 is a pivotal year in the fight against hunger and malnutrition.
Every hour of every day, 300 children die due to malnutrition because they are left so weakened by relentless hunger that they can’t fight off illnesses like diarrhoea or pneumonia. For those children who survive, long term malnutrition causes devastating and irreversible damage, stunting their growth and leaving their bodies and brains permanently damaged. Despite these shocking statistics, progress on tackling malnutrition is slow.
This year we have a unique opportunity, as world leaders will be in the UK for the 2012 London Olympics and the eyes of the world’s media will be focused on the UK.
It would be fantastic to see David Cameron taking advantage of that opportunity and taking action.
Secondly, Save the Children are calling on their supporters – folk like me and you – to Name a Day in support of the campaign when they do one thing to save children’s lives.
On their chosen day, people will be offered five simple actions that they can take such as tweeting a link to the campaign film or making a meal out of food cupboard staples.
Over the course of the campaign Save the Children will ask people to take further action to put pressure on David Cameron to take action and Name a Day to tackle child malnutrition once and for all.
The more people they can get signed up, the more pressure there is on David Cameron to host a world hunger summit.
There are so many passionate people involved in this campaign – from food critic Jay Rayner to top baking blogger The Pink Whisk – and thousands of supporters have already signed up and named their own day.
It’s so easy for you to get involved too. Visit Save the Children’s Name A Day page, and help save a life today.
The swimsuits and shorts have all been washed and put away… the photos are up on Facebook… and most of my tan fell off in the shower this morning. Yup. Our holiday is officially over.
But what a holiday it was. One of those weeks that leaves you feeling relaxed, happy, and so very, very lucky.
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I’m planning to do a proper post about our lovely family holiday in the next few days, but in the meantime here are a few of pics of one of my favourite finds of the trip…
I’m running a week behind on my 52 Week project… but I have a good excuse!
Sea, sun, and sandy toes.
I am very excited indeedy to have a guest post from the lovely Emily Quinton on the blog today. Emily somehow finds the time to look after her three beautiful children, work as a brilliant wedding and family photographer, and run a parenting blog called The Start Up Wife. She tweets as @EmilyQuinton and has a sparkly new Facebook page here - so go and say hello after you’ve read this post about drawing with children.
Kate Adamson lives in Fife with her husband and loves pottering about in Edinburgh. She likes physics, knitting, empty museums, cake and weird facts. She blogs at blurofwoodsmoke.wordpress.com and tweets as @KateLAdamson
It’s 1994 and I’m sitting in my sixth year studies physics class. Actually, I’m perching on a high stool and jiggling my foot, a habit I wouldn’t grow out of till I quit caffeine five years later.
Outside the classroom, a male classmate (who I have either a live or a dormant crush on, I can’t remember) is talking to a girl in the year below.
“So, are there any girls in your class?” she asks.
“Kate’s in this class,” he replies.
Her tone is sarcastic “No, I said girls.”
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