I was proud of my husband and daughter tonight when they saved a dear little wood mouse like this one below, which my evil murderous cat had brought in from the hill opposite our house, to provide his entertainment for the evening.
My role in the rescue was peeping round the door, wanting to help but being irrationally freaked out by rodent scuttling.
They released Minnie (we decided she was a girl without looking too hard) back into the wild, where I fear the tyrant Gonzo will just go and finish her off, but at least we won’t have to witness the slaughter.
The other good thing which happened today (which was otherwise almost entirely arse to chair, head to work) was reading this piece on the Guardian website (as posted by Caitlin Moran on Twitter) about gay Asian Muslim drag queens in London and Birmingham.
That’s the fabulous Asifa Lahore at the top there.
The short film is really worth watching. I was very touched by the story of Ali, a Pakistani man who has been granted asylum in this country, because his sexuality and drag identity put his life was in danger in Pakistan.
He said when he first went to a gaysian (gay Asian) drag club in London he couldn’t believe it.
‘It was like coming home,’ he said.
It made me very proud of my country, that we can offer him a life where – although he still gets agro from fuckwits on London streets – his freedom to express himself and just be himself is protected by law.
So yes, Ali, you are home. Come in, put your feet up, have a biscuit, you’re so very welcome here.