It’s a boy!

stork and babyA few days ago I made hubby the happiest man in the world. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t unhappy to begin with and I know he loves our two girls to pieces but last Tuesday morning something altogether different happened. Last Tuesday I gave him a son. I thought Hubby was going to burst when he first held our gorgeous, perfect little boy. Now he’ll have an excuse to buy trainsets and airfix models and pretend it’s ‘just for the lad, you know’.

Forgive the lack of baby photographs or other details that might be used to identify our family but you all know what it’s like. This is a happy time for us and I’m not about to let anyone spoil it with protests against mixed marriages or any other Biffer nonsense about brown Muslim men ‘stealing’ white British women away from proud, patriotic white blokes. Nobody stole me. I love my beautiful brown man but even if I didn’t, there’s no way I’d be interested in the racist Neanderthals of Britain First anyway.

But enough of them. I promised Hubby I wouldn’t let myself get too distracted by racist cockwombles now that we have a brand new human to care for. One thing that’s become really obvious over the last few months is that life is too beautiful to waste worrying about immature hate-mongers like Dutchy and Der Fuhrer. I’ve promised team EBF that I’ll still write the odd piece for them. In truth I don’t think I’ll be able to resist, especially now that I won’t be working for a while. But I won’t be writing anything like as regularly as I used to.

But as I sit here with my feet up in front of the telly, a tiny, warm little person snuggling in to my neck and shoulder I can’t help but wonder about the sort of world my little boy will inherit. There’s so much hatred to be overcome right now – especially hatred toward children both here in UK and across the channel in France. I’m reminded of a verse from one of my favourite songs… ‘The night I heard Caruso sing’ by ‘Everything but the girl’.

“I thought of having children but I’ve gone and changed my mind
It’s hard enough to watch the news, let alone explain it to a child
To cast your eye across nature, over fields of rape and corn
And tell him without flinching not to fear where he’s been born”

I’m determined that my three children will grow up knowing how to love, not how to hate.

Maybe it’s time to think about a different song. This one’s by the Beatles…

“All you need is love”

EBF Blogger’s making changes

They say the only constant is change. I’m beginning to think that they, whoever ‘they’ are may be right. And it’s wonderful!

stork and babyI’ve been neglecting my EBF duties lately. That’s not because I don’t care about fighting the fash anymore. It’s because there’s something more pressing, more surprising and altogether more personal happening in my life right now. I’m going to have another baby! That’s one more mixed-race little darling for Paul and Jayda to angst about.

White genocide?

Well… no but certainly diversity.

So far nobody knows (well nobody who actually knows my name) but in a few more weeks it’ll become pretty obvious. I’m going to be somebody else’s mummy. Guess what Paul, my brown husband is breeding again… and it’s wonderful!

But there’s a downside. I won’t be able to devote nearly as much time to the EBF blog as I used to. Will you?

We need to find a new blogger. But I warn you… the hours are long and the pay doesn’t exist. Even the famous EBF hobnobs are largely imaginary. The sense of satisfaction is more than worth the effort though.

Do you have the stamina to become the new voice of the EBF blog? Give me time to be a mummy. Give society a chance to see the fash for what they really are.

Be the next EBF blogger.