So I've finally got round to changing the layout. Thoughts? 15:48  

I was starving earlier and in no mood for cooking decent food, so I bought a variety pack of cereal. I've eaten it all. I think this may have been a bad move on my part. Whoops. When I came down from reading at 5 o'clock, I was going to cook some pasta with mushrooms, but then I remembered that I try to meditate at around 6 or 6:30, and it's advised not to eat a large meal for 2 hours before your meditation. I reasoned I could have another bowl of cereal (I had three when I first bought them) which would keep me going until I was able to cook properly. In theory it was good. In practice it was five bowls of cereal, not one. Oh dear.

To add to my distress, I discovered yesterday that someone has beheaded my poppy. This upset me. It wasn't harming anyone else, and it brought me pleasure. I hate people who go around destroying such things like that.

Last night David came down and we sat and chatted for two hours or so. I hadn't seen him in ages, and it was great to have something to do other than potter aimlessly on my computer. You could tell I'm missing social interaction as I barely shut up nattering all evening. We talked about food and music and work and arty things and his band and so on. It was fun. 17:54  

Three posts in a day? I'm not addicted, honest. I just had to share this delightful B3tan quote: "The best thing ever happened to our [school] minibus about a year and a half ago. It was driven round to a nearby school for a girls' hockey game or something. When they came back, it was all left absolutely fine, except all of the seats had been cut out and no where to be seen. In the end, they had to drive it back standing up."

Also, Simon was round earlier and did me a henna tattoo. It's not very dark, but the woman who ran the corner shop near where we used to live advised us to use lemon juice to darken it, somehow. It's something to experiement with. 21:35  

Oh, and I need one of these. 16:20  

Received a letter this morning from my gas and electricity company saying I owe them £296.28 and they want it now, or they're sending round the debt collectors. I have vague memories of a similar letter arriving a few months ago, which I gave to my dad, who promised he would ring and sort it out. He evidently didn't. I logged on to their website and could find no mention of this missing £300, though there was a new gas bill saying I was being charged almost £160 for the previous quarter. Now I admit I like to have the fire on to keep me warm, but I haven't used it for a couple of months. I don't, as a rule, use my oven, and I heat my water in the early hours of the morning, when it's cheapest. How I managed to use £160's worth of gas was a bit beyond me. Eventually I gathered the courage to ring the company. I hate speaking to people I don't know, and most of all I hate speaking to people in call centres. Luckily my call was answered by a polite woman who amazingly didn't have an uninterpretable accent. It turns out that the £300 is owing on the account of the place I lived last, where I was with Amerada, who recently merged into Powergen. I explained that my dad would usually sort out all this kind of thing, but he's buggered off to Crete for a fortnight. There's a chance he may still have the final meter readings from the old house though, and the woman on the phone said that if he could find them, they'd be able to arrange a new, accurate, final bill for me. If we can't find them we should ring anyway, but the readings would be useful. So I have to wait for him to return. She said that in the meantime I won;'t receive any more demanding letters, which is a relief. I asked about the large gas bill for my current address and she said the most likely explanation is that the readings the previous bill was based on were estimated, and could have be significantly underestimated. They received an accurate reading at the end of April, so now the gas I used in the previous quarter but hadn't paid for has been included. It still seems far over the top to me, but I did check their meter reading and it was correct. I agreed to increase my direct debit payments to cover the additional amount I now owe them, which means I'll have even less money to spend on books and CDs.

The wonderful weather is still ongoing, and I had to leave the house to collect a prescription anyway, so I decided to go to the chemists via the huge charity warehouse at the end of the road, in the hope of picking up some good books for cheap. (No, I don't know what to do with me either.) The old man who was there last time was there again today. The chances are he's just lonely or being friendly, but I find him too much. He stands too close to you, and he kept touching me on the arm or shoulder. He asked about where I live and if I'm student, and I don't like giving out that kind of information to people I don't know, especially creepy old ones with whiskers. He was kind and priced the books I wanted very cheaply for me, but I'd rather pay more and not have to feel uncomfortable at having him loom over me all the time. I came away with Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, The Passion of New Eve, The Beautiful Room is Empty, The French Lieutenant's Woman, The Golden Notebook and Sacred Country for the total sum of £2.25. It's a good job I got a large haul though, as I don't think I'll be going back there in a hurry, as I left the old man offered me a lift home and said he hoped to see me back soon. There was other items I wanted which I didn't purchase. They had a scrapbook dated in the 1860's filled with pictures of cathedrals, churches and abbeys. There was also a book of sheet music dated somewhere in the 1890's. They weren't in very good condition, but they were about £30 each and I desperately wanted them. I wanted to know who had stuck the pictures into the scrapbook, if they'd been to those places or had merely found or were sent the drawings. But I don't have money to spend on such luxuries.

As I was walking back, I spotted a small white cat, probably a kitten. I love stroking cats, it makes me smile and feel happy, so I followed it, to see if it would let me stroke it. It was scared though and kept running away. At one point it was hiding in one of the bin areas and kept poking its head out through a hole in the wall to see if I had gone away yet. It was immensely cute and I managed to take two good pictures:



I didn't manage to stroke him, but the photos are a decent substitute. 16:12  

It occurred to me recently that I had never been sent a new appointment to see my psychiatrist after she cancelled the last one due to spraining her ankle. Rationale overtook sensibility and I thought I had better get in touch to arrange a new meeting. I remembered to call them on Monday and somehow managed to saddle myself with an appointment for this afternoon. I went along and was kept waiting 15 minutes whilst she finished with a previous patient. Our session wasn't too taxing, luckily. She asked about my medication, about the side effects I experience and others which I may not but are still common and should be looked out for. We talked about my lack of socialising and my reluctance and fear in social settings. We discussed the mess of my eating and body image, but she didn't really have anything positive or constructive to contribute. We made another appointment for sometime in July, which she said would be my last appointment with her, as they have a policy of rotating the therapists every six months. I walked home through the park, enjoying the trees and large, old houses. Blossom fell from branches in the gentle wind and it was picturesque and perfect, aside from the screaming cars and dog shit which decorated the pavements. Simon cancelled this evening's hugs but promised to come deliver some tomorrow, as there isn't a group on in the evening. He also said he had a present for me from Jane (his friend at work). Apparently she had been on a purchasing spree from the Suicide Girls online shop. Disappointedly, she hasn't bought me one of their models, only a sticker with their logo on, but it's better than nothing. I wonder how much a Suicide Girl would cost?

In other news, my dad's gone on holiday to Crete for two weeks. He asked what I wanted bringing back a present. "A pretty local," I replied. He asked which sex, but I told him I wasn't fussed. He laughed. I also have a new website layout ready to go, except there's CSS issues with it and Internet Explorer. It's very frustrating, especially as most of my CSS knowledge couldn't be classed as being any more advanced than "intermediate", so I don't know how to fix it. A lovely B3tan has been helping solve other problems, but this one is still confounding us both. All offers of help gratefully received. And offers of Suicide Girls too. 19:03  

Unfortunately I've been neglecting my meditation these last few days. On Saturday I felt too bad to try it so didn't bother, then on Sunday I just completely forgot. Yesterday evening I was feeling bad again due to eating too much and went for a lay down. Then I realised I was meant to be going to the meditation class. Oops. Luckily there was still quite a bit of time before I had to leave, so I didn't arrive late. Jenny and her friends weren't there this time, but Katie was and she'd brought a friend, who apparently was a member of a band she's in. During the session we experimented with music and mantra, then afterwards we went to the pub for a pint. The conversation was mostly between Katie and her friend about music, and I had nothing to contribute. But at least I was out of the house, and I didn't even have to buy my own drinks. We walked back home through the park. The light was almost gone, though there was still the odd cluster of people around, sitting near a fire. People have been making many fires in the park recently, and there's charred grass everywhere. Huge piles of rubbish sit by the unemptied bins, but even more is scattered across the ground, with no attempt to tidy it. This saddens me. A small crescent waxing moon was in the sky, and I felt completely alive. I've not been able to go out for walks at night since I was living with Simon, as it's not entirely safe to wander around on my own, and I had forgotten how much I love the night, how it energises me. It brought back memories of walking to the woods at midnight or later, lighting a fire in the quarry and sitting by it and talking for an hour or so. It's another part of my Craft life which I've been neglecting, and I want to reclaim it now. Like at the first meditation class last Monday, when after about ten minutes of exercises, people's auras suddenly popped up. I almost giggled at it, I'd forgotten all about auras, but it was good to see them back. I've missed the Craft. 09:50  

Lethe is a newly qualified science teacher who has taken it upon himself to illustrate the wonderousness of science through a variety of simple yet impressive experiements. He's posting them at a rate of one per weekend, and today's update shows you how to make your own volcano. Pyroclastic flow sadly not supplied. 13:29  

It seems that I used up all my weekly excitedness allowance at the beginning of said week, as not much has happened in the past few days. The weather has taken a turn for the worse and become rainy and drizzly, though last night we had a proper rainstorm and the smell was divine. The grass and the rain combined was wonderful and made me happy, even though I was caught out with no umbrella. Rory's gone camping on some beach in Donegal for the weekend, where the predicted overnight temperature is -2C. I just hope he took a decent sleeping bag. To celebrate my non-attendance at this attempt to lose toes due to frostbite, I'm cooking pizza, and it smells almost as good as the rain did, though I'm worrying I may have sliced the courgettes a bit thickly. I don't have any plans for the weekend beyond reading the large pile of magazines I've amassed recently (including issue 2 of Lose Lips Sink Ships!) and maybe trying to come up with a new site design. I'm thinking pink and purple. But then I would. 19:40  

I just took this Asperger's / autism test. You needed 32 to pass. I scored 33. Oops. I'm obviously even more loopy than I originally thought. 17:35  

A lot has happened since my last decent update. Sunday, Simon and I went for a walk in the park. I saw one of the women there who I had been sat next to during most of my willow basket making, she had been making a dream catcher. She had it with her on Sunday, and had done lots more to it than when I left on Saturday, so I felt brave and went up to her, told her I was impressed with how it was progressing. We ended up talking for a while, about what we were doing in general, about how we both wanted to do other arty, crafty things as we had done on Saturday. I said how I had very few people I could do such things with, and how I feel shy and embarrassed when doing them alone, so she said she'd happily come along and do things with me. We swapped names and phone numbers, she's called Jenny. She also invited me to a free beginner's meditation class which was starting the following evening opposite the university.

I spent a long time debating about whether or not I should go along to the class. I knew I should go, I know that meditation is something which will probably help me, which I've been wanting to do, that it was a chance of making a new friend or maybe even friends, that it would be good for my confidence, that it would show me taking control, and many other useful things. In the end, I decided I should go as, aside from all the reasons above, if I wanted to be friends with Jenny, it would be less likely I'd be invited to other events, and less likely for me to accept any other invitations, if I turned down the first one.

First of all, I had Monday day time to get through though. In the morning, I grouted my mosaic. I used white around the inner, mirrored section, and black around the outer, coloured section. I quite enjoyed the grouting, it was fun and slightly messy, but not in a disgusting way. When it came to having to clean off the excess though, I just floundered. I didn't quite understand what I was meant to be doing and how, so I managed to spread some black grout across the white, meaning I might have turned some of it grey, which upset me, and I didn't have the energy to cope with it. Also, two of the pieces of glass had come loose from the board, which also was upsetting. The teacher was nice though and said he'd continue doing some it for me during his afternoon class, and next week, once it had set properly, I could attack the whole thing with a wire brush and not worry about mixing the grout.

In the afternoon we were presented with our false batiks again. I coloured in my octopus green, made my fish an orangey-red, and my shells orangey-yellow. It all looked so plain and boring though, so I decided to add wave effects in blue and green. After a while I realised it might have been more realistic if they'd been horizontal instead of vertical. It still needed something else though, so our tutor rummaged around in her box and found some turquoise dye. It seemed to be just what I needed, and I filled in the rest of the background with it. Once we remove all the wax, there will be large areas of white which will look very strange, but I suppose I can always add some more dye, in small quantities, to improve that. Here's what it looks like so far:



When I arrived home, I wasn't sure about going to the meditation class. I was coming up with lots of excuses for staying at home, somewhat predictably. I decided to be brave again and go though, and I'm glad I did. It was held at the Quaker hall and about 30 or 40 people turned up. Jenny and her friends arrived just before it was about to start, whereas I got there a bit earlier. Katie, the girlfriend of one of Tomsk's mates, who both come to the pub on a Wednesday occasionally, was there too, and we sat together. Later it turned out she's friends with Jenny's friends, which is quite bizarre. As for the meeting itself, it was run by an average looking, white, middle aged male, who was wearing the kind of clothes my dad wore in the 80s. He explained that he's not a meditation teacher, but he's just teaching us his techniques. He practices yoga meditation which focuses on the heart chakra. He comes from a spiritual standpoint, which I think many people present were rather skeptical of. The exercises he showed us were almost identical to the ones I already knew, but I didn't feel disappointed by this. I know about how to meditate and so on, just as I know about eating healthier, exercising and others. What I need is a kick start, to get me over the initial difficulties, and someone who can reassure me that I'm not making a fool of myself or making my situation worse, and I got that from the evening. I honestly am planning on attempting to keep up with the meditating, but am aware that I shall probably find it difficult. I'm a very routine person and it isn't part of my routine. Yet. The trick is to keep going until it is, and then I know it will become so much easier. I expect that within a month at the most it will be habit, as long as I make genuine attempts and succeed at least five times a week, as it's something which should ideally be performed daily.

After the meeting was finished, I walked home across the park with Katie, as Jenny was inside talking to the tutor still and I felt that walking home with Katie could help increase my chances of friendship with her. We talked about local cafes and restaurants and about our interest in arty, crafty activities. I explained my situation with my lack of friends and how I desperately need someone to do things with, such as go to the pub, spend an hour in the park, go to the cinema, go belly dancing etc. She said she'd be happy to do such things, so we swapped phone numbers and promised to organise some activity some time. I felt wonderful at this! Two friends in two days! I had been considering doing a spell to draw some people towards me, but I don't need to now. I just have to work on keeping these friends, which is somewhat more tricky.

Finally then, today. I went into college and for what must be only the second time since September, with the first being last week, the tutor was only five minutes late. He explained that from now until the end of the term, he and his colleagues are going to be very busy as they have all our coursework and exam work to mark, the same for the second years, and they have exhibitions to prepare, plus a ton of paperwork. Thus there's very little time, if any, left for looking after the first years. So he gave us a brief on still life to look at over the summer and told us to bugger off til September, essentially. Excellent! No more early Tuesday mornings, heh heh. Whilst I was still in college, I tried to get in touch with Admissions, as I still hadn't heard if they'd received my application forms for next year, but no one was in the office. Coincidentally, just as I was clearing out my locker, the woman who works in Student Services found me and said she just had to ask a few questions about my application. She need to know whether I was preferring to do the college diploma or the Media Studies A-level (diploma) and what kind of outside support I was getting. Once that was all done, she said she'd send me a letter confirming the receipt of the forms, and within a month I should drop by again if I hadn't had a letter inviting me for an interview for the diploma. Saves me from having to hassle Admissions about it all!

This evening I tried the meditation exercises we tried last night. My attention was wandering a little more than it was yesterday, though that may be due to my bedroom being in a noisier location than the quiet hall we were in yesterday. Other thoughts also kept wandering in, about interior decoration, of all things. I tried to keep focused though, and when I felt I was losing the battle I ended the exercise. I had been going for ten minutes, and it was advised we spend at least five minutes on it, so for a first attempt I think it was quite successful. Let's see how tomorrow's goes. 19:52  

I made a quiz! It's my first ever! Click to see whether or not you are a typical Daily Mail reader. 16:19  

Today has been a good day. Unfortunately, these are quite rare. Suggestions on how to up the quotient are more than welcome. Anyway, I woke up late and the day was what could only be described as "glorious". I lazed around a while, cleaned my bathroom for the first time since I've lived here, had some lunch and then went out. First I went to the charity shop-warehouse thing at the bottom of the road, where I picked up a copy of Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? and The Sexual Life of Catherine M for a grand total of 60p. Then I went off to this thing up the road. I call it a thing because that's the best word for it. I suppose you could call it a mini-fete, but basically it was a bunch of people offering different exciting things to do to anyone who wanted to do them. Susie from Swarthmore was there, making pottery tiles. There was weaving and knitting, face painting, henna tattoos, tai kwondo, tai chi, colouring in, "guess the fruit", badge making, dancing and willow basket making. Oblong had a stall there, and one of their members tried to persuade me to come along and get involved. I said I'd love to but I don't have the courage, or friends to come with me. I'll see about going though, especially over the summer. They do some very ace things. Plus the woman said I had funky hair. Encyclomaedia were there too. Well, Mark was at least, selling copies of the second issue of their magazine. I bought a copy from him and we had a bit of a chat. Swapped phone numbers again, and he promised to ring me if something exciting was happening. I spent most of the day making a willow basket though. We were meant to make them into lanterns eventually. You could make a pyramid shape, or a sphere. I thought a pyramid would be easier, but it ended up all lopsided. The Egyptians would be appalled at me. They had some special wet strength tissue paper or somesuch, which we were meant to cover the frame with, but I was suspicious that it wouldn't dry in time, so I decided to bring mine home without a cover, and to try and make one from scraps of material I have laying around. Andy from Swarthmore turned up later on, and he made a giant fish from the willow branches. I ended up helping him a bit, as he only has one arm, so was having a bit of difficulty, and at the end, he gave it to me and I brought it home. I'm gonna try to attach it to my shower rail, to give people The Fear when they're on the toilet. 21:17  

Here's a variety of links, all shamelessly stolen from other B3tans:

Credit Card Pranks - how stupid can your signature be before someone starts to ask questions? (Plus a whole lot of other, similar stuff.)
Quiz! Which Nigerian Spammer are you? (I'm Florence Okan) (Who?)
Masturbate-a-thon 2004

Will post about the great day I've had later. Honest. 19:36  

Whaaaaah! I hurt! Stupid period, hurty hurty. Want hugs and hot chocolate. 13:17  

I want to make a new site layout, I've got bored of this lack of design. But I can't make pretty pictures, so I can't make pretty layouts, and now I feel bad. 15:25  

Thoughts which have been cluttering up my mind recently:
Does a centipede have a hundred legs, or a hundred pairs of legs?
If energy is neither created or destroyed, what did all the bits which currently make up me belong to before I was around?

Things I used to do and have decided I would like to do some more of, but don't have the opportunity to:
Go horse riding
Drive a car
Ride a bicycle
Have sex with pretty girlies

Last night I finished the book I've been reading, I and Claudius. It's about an ex-journalist driving around America with her 20 year old cat. Amusing in places, but I cried when Claudius (the cat) died. It was well written and all, I just don't imagine I'll read it again as it upset me so much.

This morning the catalogue I ordered from Hug Clothing arrived. I highly recommended it - it has hugging tips and photos! 11:58  

SHIP, being as it is a mental health resource, often gets sent information about other groups, organisations, conferences etc which concern some aspect of mental health. Recently, some information about cognative behaviour therapy, or CBT, has been laying around the office. Last week, I mentioned to Eamon and Andy that whenever I see the initials "CBT" at SHIP, it takes me a while to realise that they're not actually talking about cock and ball torture.

There was something like a stunned silence. 20:20  

It's over. I'm home and it's warm and soft and I can lay down or sleep and I don't have to print anything else or stick things to card or worry if they're straight or not or worry how many marks it'll get me. It's all done and I'm so grateful. I need sleep. 16:48  

I was going to rant about how crap I'm feeling and what a bad day I've had, when I discovered Blogger have redesigned their site and added lots of new features, and I forgot about what I was meant to be writing - oooh! new shiny thing! Erm, I think it went something along the lines of being fat, ugly, useless, unmotivationable (is that a word?), lazy and so on. Rory's trying to inspire me to do some exercise but it only makes me feel more depressed. I feel like a jelly - wobbly, and full of horse bones. No, ok, maybe not a jelly. But something similar.

Plus I had a bad day at Swarthmore. We were doing false batik and I was doing a design with some fish and an octopus, but I couldn't control the tools properly and splotched wax everywhere I didn't want it and generally just made a dog's arse of everything. Later, I was online and someone linked to a site where you could upload your photograph and give yourself a makeover. I couldn't find any suitable shots, so I took a fresh one. My skin looked yellow and you could see all the (huge) spots on my forehead.

Ok, not everything went wrong today. I walked to Swarthmore and back and it was lovely seeing all the trees and flowers in bloom. And in the mosaic class, I finally finished sticking all my pieces of glass to my board, which was a great feeling of satisfaction. But the overwhelming emotion is despair. Despair at myself for being so crap, despair of not being able to see a feasible way out (because Rory's solutions don't seem feasible to me), and just a huge urge to crawl into bed and listen to Tori Amos and Songs: Ohia all night.

I need a hug. 21:00  

Despite a lack of blogging, my absence has not been brimming with amusing anecdotes to relate or personal relevations to change the course of my life. It has, however, featured large amounts of spinach, salad and cous cous.

As I was trying to sleep the other night, it occured to me that, should everything go to plan, I won't be entering higher education in 2006 as I was anticipating, but actually it will be in 2005. Next September. Which means that I need to, very quickly, decide on which courses I want to apply to. So I've been trying to find out about open days for the institutions I'm interested in. Central England have one at the end of June, and I've persuaded my parents to take me down for the weekend. Kent is having one in October, and Norwich won't let me know when they're having any. Likewise, I'm not sure about open days at college, but the end of year shows will be open soon, which will help at least. I also had a look through Edinburgh's prospectus, as I'd love to go to Edinburgh, but the course isn't for me, I feel. Four options is enough anyway, I'm not worried about trying to find more.

Other items of note: went to the art gallery with Phil today; went to see a band last night with Phil and Tom, the singer's her tutor apparantly, but he'd told her the wrong details and they're actually playing tonight; the weather's still being variable but better than it was in April; I've been trying to eat healthier, thus the large amounts of salad; I read Timoleon Vieta Come Home, which is wonderful but heartbreaking; I have a large, painful spot on my forehead. 17:40  

So today was to be the exam. It didn't start well, it was raining heavily and I couldn't wear my coat, as I washed it over the weekend and forgot to take a tissue out of the pocket. Thinking about tissues which have been washed makes me feel sick, let alone touching it, so the coat is in quarantine. Aimed with my increasingly less trusty umbrella, I set off for college and made it there for around quarter to nine, glad to see I was early as I had planned on. I was met by 3 of my classmates who told me the exam had been cancelled due to the tutor and something to do with a train. Lots of swearing later, and after having conversed with other classmates, the story goes as follows. Some time around half past 8 this morning, someone decided it would be a good idea to jump in front of a train from Skipton to Leeds. And made a bit of a mess. All following trains were cancelled or seriously delayed or rerouted, meaning our tutor couldn't catch his train in as usual. He rang to say he was going to go home, collect his car and then drive in. He finally arrived around 10am, by which time many people had already gone home. We decided to rearrange the exam for next week and we were free to do as we wished, preferably something academic. I went shopping.

One pair of curtains, a sweetcorn and potato pie, a set of photographs and large amounts of salad later, I caught the bus home. The rain had paused whilst I was in town, but it restarted just as I left bus, and it came back with a vengeance. I was extremely grateful to get in my warm house, to put on some drier clothes and so on. And to eat some cereal.

And finally, from one of Rory's acquaintances on IRC:
ohm: damn
ohm: FUCK
ohm: DAMN
ohm: i was just in an AIM convo with a chick, and my grandmother's window pops up
ohm: FUCK
ohm: i go like this to her
ohm: "i want to suck on your clit"
ohm: FUCK 14:31  

I've had a good day today. Simon and I went for another walk in the park and I made friends with a kitten who lives nearby whilst I was waiting for him to arrive. There was plenty of magpies around, and we saw one having a fight with a crow. The bluebells are in flower now, as the daisies. I think bluebells are my favourite flower.

Afterwards, dad took me to Ikea and Staples. We managed to buy a computer desk, a keyboard and, um, some selotape. I don't know when dad will get round to assembling the desk though, he didn't say. Tomorrow's a bank holiday though, so maybe it'll be done then. If not, I think I might ring David and see if he'd like to meet up for a while. I want to get out as much as I can, as I still don't trust this good weather to last, despite it no longer being April. 21:04  

B3tan conversations part whatever: "we once put some gummi bears in the remains of a bottle of Charles House whisky (I'd used the rest to clean gloss paint off of some brushes) mixed with a little beer and Bacardi Breezer. We watched their progress. Within a couple of weeks the gummi bears were about 3" long yet still perfectly proportioned. But too big to get out of the bottle." 20:47  

The BBC reports today on the changes to sex laws which come into effect today. On the whole, they seem surprisingly sensible and welcome. Rape is now defined as penetration into the mouth, vagina or anus, instead of just the vagina, which is good news. As is the detail that "a rapist will have to be 'honest and reasonable' in their belief they took reasonable steps to ensure their partner consented to sex."

Even the "grooming" sections seem sensible. The only bit which seems out of place to me is the part which says "incest offences to cover not just blood relatives but also foster and adoptive parents and live-in partners." Surely the whole point of the incest laws in the first place was to restrict the number of children born with similar DNA from each parent? There isn't a risk of disabilities caused by inbreeding to children born of someone who's mated with a foster relative. I see no crime in it. Maybe it's just me, but it seems a very strange item to have included. 11:50  

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