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You may be familiar with what constitutes a perfect day for Adrian Brody.

But what would do it for you? I'd like a jolly good lie-in followed by an early night. In the short period between the two, I would consume a lake of macaroni cheese, whilst watching England play Australia at Lords with plenty of seamer action.

I demand to know the exact formula for your perfect day. If filth and depravity is involved, so be it. Free wine glasses for every reply.

A luxuriously long lie in.
Read the papers and have breakfast in bed.
Refreshing shower complete with a good hair day.
See a musical matinee after a long (hic) lunch.
Dinner with friends and enough wine to have me tiddly and rip-roaringly funny but not falling-over-in-a-ditch drunk.

<< pushes delicate Sèvres crystal glasses through Shakey's letterbox >>

I would have a lie-in
Breakfast in bed with the dog on my toes
Take dd to the west emd to see wicked
Go to a michillen starred restaraunt
Go to bed in a tent in the garden looking at the stars.

Lie-ins are looking to be quite the thing.

Lie-ins 1

Leaping out of bed to perform vigorous constitutionals 0

Assuming house is tidy and washing/ironing done... I can't relax otherwise

A lie in.... A slow get ready.. Nails done, etc... Off to a spa to read papers, mags, whilst listening to chill fm, the odd treatment, glass of vino., unhurried getting ready with someone to blow dry hair, early dinner early bed with a good movie
Mmmm

Good sex.

Powerful shower.

Good coffee.

Read papers & book.

Lovely lunch in restaurant with view + a glass of good wine.

Short walk.

Good sex.

Nice bath.

Good book.

Champagne, smoked salmon sarnies if I felt hungry.

More sex.

Great sleep.

Perfect!

Sleep

Sleep

Coffee

Sleep

Sleep

Steak and chips

Very hot bath

Sleep

Sleep

<10 week old baby>

What Magimedi said. Just perfect.

I'm tempted to tag along with Shakey. Fancy seeing A
Chorus Line?

Are we allowed a little fantasy travel in this game, talcy? Like start the day with a safari on a luxury private game reserve, ending up with cocktails watching the sun set over Land's End, for example.

DS wakes at 10am, gives me a kiss and cuddle and is immediately whisked off to his grandparents.

Back to sleep for an hour, then croissants and cappucino in bed and NO crumbs.

Perfectly coiffed, out to meet friends for shopping and a long boozy lunch.

Indian restaurant with DP. Lamb madras, obviously.

Early night with dvds in bed. DP does not snore or breathe in my face.

(this is so far removed from my actual life it's untrue.)

Mardy - of course fantasy travel is allowed! I mean - look at Adrian Brody; he takes a stroll around Mars and Saturn's rings.

In this domain, time travel is even permitted - subject to you leaving everything as you found it. Don't go treading on any beetles, or I will suddenly look like Thora Hird and start speaking Swahili.

Sleep late
Shower
Good coffee
Nice walk with the dog
Take some photos somewhere lovely
Croissants
See some friends
Spend time being an idiot with DD
Japanese food
No sad news all day
Whiskey
Sex
Sleep
Nice dreams for a change

However, I will settle for good coffee and the opportunity to be very viciously evil to someone who really pissed me off earlier in the week should my first choice be unavailable.

Hmmm...<tries to work out how to include Eddie Redmayne in my perfect day in a non-adulterous fashion>. Will come back to you...

I would like a long lie in but by some strange wibbly wobbly timey wimey means I'd also like to have the whole day left to do stuff in.

I would like a large mug of tea, a croissant with marmalade and some orange juice brought to me while I sit in bed reading a crime novel.

Then I'd like to watch England win a very tight and exciting cricket match (Preferably against Australia).

I would allocate some time for pottering in my greenhouse, and generally grubbing about in the garden.

Further time for dog stroking and talking to dog in a comedy voice.

In the afternoon I'd do some painting or drawing, and the results would (by some miracle) be outstanding.

In the evening I would have a hot bath with bubbly stuff and lily of the valley talc to put on afterwards.

Then I would sit in my fluffy dressing gown, knitting or crocheting and watching back to back episodes of Lewis and/or Morse.

Yes I know I lead rock and roll lifestyle and you are all jealous, but some of us live life in the fast lane and others just have to gaze in wonder.

I would wake refreshed after a full 8 hours of unbroken sleep.

Come downstairs to find cat has not been sick.

Spend the morning pootling round a huge garden centre with a gardening mad friend and a bulging wallet.

Lunch at Orso, Brindisa or The Ivy with my Mum friends who make me hyperventilate laughing.

Theatre with the family. Something West End and spectacular.

Home in a London taxi.

Clean sheets on bed.

Another 8 hours kip.

Shakey1500 are you my sister? Your list is the same as mine, except I prefer a bath

I hadn't actually watched the video clip. OK, will have a bit of a think. It's important to get this right.

Oh Mardy - you must watch the clip. It is both very educational and moving.

Wherever I go now, I seem to see his face.

Awake completely refreshed in beachside cottage to blue sky and warm breeze

Refreshing swim in crashing sea surf completely in the nip

Long sensuous essential oil massage

Long outdoor lunch with extraordinary tapas gambas warm sourdough bread & rose wine

Slumber with audiobook in hammock

Shopping trip for drop dead gorgeous fabulous dress and sandals

Long power shower and dousing in jasmine scent.

Several cocktails - probably a few manhattans

Dinner served under starry sky with fairy lights in an orange grove.
There would be barbecue lamb chops ,grilled mackerel , my mums roast rosemary chicken, tiny new potatoes , avocado salad, and crêpes Suzettes and iles Flottant for desert.
There would be laughter and dancing and wonderful music and all my favourite people would be there looking amazing!

Walk along a beach at midnight with love of my life.

Finally gently slide into fresh white sheets and dream of nothing .

I promise I'll watch tomorrow. It's late and I'm still fannying around getting stuff ready for work tomorrow. Completely my own fault. Need to get off MN now.

I would
Sleep in, in crisp cotton sheets and wake to a summer breeze with the scent of honeysuckle.
Get up to a full english breakfast (without eggs) and the Sunday papers
Go and take my greyhound for a walk on a common with a pond where I'd feed the ducks.
Potter around an art gallery then go for a pub lunch, which involves roast beef, yorkshire puddings and gravy. I'd have a couple of pints of Jupiler and be accompanied by Adrian Chiles.
We'd go back to my lovely light and sunny house - something like Jimmy's from Boardwalk empire where we'd
Do the sexing
Have a shower
Do some more sexing then go to the theatre.

As you can see, this fantasy day takes place over several time zones and at different times of the year.

wake up after 8 hours sleep to a tidy clean house. breakfast in bed and dozing to Radio 4. then a nice long bath, walk in the Peak District complete with yummy sarnies. quick trip to hairdresser for blow dry then theatre or cinema and late dinner. would not object to sex but another 8 hours'sleep more important

BTW Adrian Chiles?!

I can't do it. I think basically because any sort of perfection would have to not involve me being me at all, in the first place. So my own preferences don't even come into it iyswim.

Pascha....same here! zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Oh I like Adrian

Rooney

I am interested to see how simple most of our pleasures are. A comfortable bed (with or without sexual conquest) and some nice grub and we are all content.

Mintyy is even satisfied with a non-event - an absence of cat-hurl. I come down every day to no cat sick, so by rights I should be permanently ecstatically happy.

And Kurri wants to put me on after a bath. I'm reet flattered, me.

<< offers free wine glasses and sherry schooners to all lovely contributors >>

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STOP PRESS: About fifty young men in shorts just ran past my house. Is this an auspicious sign?

Sleep in until 9. The DDs would sleep 45mins longer.
Get up all alone and make coffee and breakfast.
Drink coffee on the terrace listening to birdies. Call a friendly hellooo to passing neighbours.
Get DDs up and have nice sleepy cuddles with them both.
Leave them to DH to get them ready and give them breakfast whilst I shower.
Waltz dowanstairs looking and feeling good. Literally Waltz.
Pack up a nice picnic including strawberries, cake, wine and cheese.
Go somewhere lovely, with great weather, but inexplicably few other families, although the families which were also there would have children the same age as the DDs. There would be animals and interesting things as well as a great picnic spot. There would be friendly ducks to feed.
We'd take a vigourous walk and see some butterflies.
We's drive back home, have an hour slumming on the sofa together, then go out to a nice, yet child-friendly retaurant for dinner including the world's best pudding.
Home again, DD's in bed, bottle of wine and a game of something for dh and I.
Bed. Nice sex. Sleeep.

Everyone would be happy and well behaved all day. I'd be so proud of the DDs that they would get lots of icecream and maybe a little present which they would love.

Oh, and while we were out, someone would clean the house

Ooh - sherry schooners - now you're talking!

Sherry is best served chilled in a half pint glass.
And, yes, Adrian....

I want stretchy time too, so that I can sleep in, yet discover after my cup of tea in a hot bath that it's only 8.30am and there are hours of morning left. I would have crispy bacon and ketchup in a buttered baguette and a coffee sitting outside a cafe in a european city - Barcelona or somewhere. I'd shop for a couple of hours, on a roll of finding the perfect versions of my favourite clothes and then have lunch with some friends.

The afternoon would be spent reading in the sun in a nice flowery garden. Dinner in the garden with DH and the DCs before an evening out for DH and I who get home, a bit tipsy and giggle off to bed together ...

Strrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrechy time is available - but do be careful as you do not wish to end up in a Groundhog Day type scenario.

A self-emptying stomach (and I don't mean blowing chunks) would also be considered - allowing the owner to sample as many types of cuisine as possible, without feeling too full. Likewise, any amount of alcohol consumption in Perfect Day would lead to nothing more than that ideal state of warm fuzziness; rip's pint of sherry would NOT result in her donning a pink felt stetson and falling, knickerless, into a builder's skip in Blackpool.

Not unless she wanted to, of course. All tastes can be catered for.

Sorry - that should read Strrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrretchy (sp)

This is what I get for skim reading; at first glance I believed Talc's ideal day included blowing chunks and ending up knickerless in a skip in Blackpool. I took it in my stride, btw. Thought "fair enough, different people, different fun."

For me, I dunno. Would be hard to get everything I like in. How can I spend all day with my baby, husband, mum, in a choir rehearsal at a cathedral in a spa at a hairdressers going shopping drinking cocktails and eating delicious stuff but not all at once?

Could I just have a brew and a biscuit and a series of sub-blanketed cuddles?

SKODB - I am so glad that you have re-read your skim-read. I could not sleep comfortably in my bed at night, thinking that someone out there thought I enjoyed inebriated undewear-free builder's skip shenanigans in popular seaside resorts.

Wearing a stetson

WhoPaintedTheLion Love your idea of a perfect day - in fact I shall treat DW to such a day later in the week.

<wonders what the likelihood is that Mondrian is actually DH>

Pretty unlikely I guess, but I'll hold out hope

My perfect day would be something like this.
Wake up at about 9am in one of those lovely big hotel beds but in my house.
Cuddle with DD and then hand her over to my mum
Nice sex with DH
Long hot shower and actually put make up on etc
Couple of hours mooch around town where money is no object and I can buy whatever clothes I fancy
Long lazy pub lunch with a lovely bottle of cold white wine in the sunshine overlooking the beach (I am not 21 weeks preg in this fantasy)
Then back home for a snooze and more sex
Then a family party in the evening. BBQ, friends, family in out llr beautiful garden (again imagined)

In reality, I'm scraping vomit off the carpet, DD is day 4 of a stomach bug .

It would be a gloriously sunny, warm day.

Lie in until about 8.30 then coffee in bed listening to good thriller on radio 4 extra.

Out of bed to more coffee and toast in beautifully coiffed garden, listening to rest of play on radio.

Cycle ride with dh and dcs to nice place where picnic (that someone else had made) could be consumed.

Back mid afternoon for a little light gardening and then parents come around for barbeque (all someone else's cooking again) and champagne.

About 8.00, parents go and dcs go to bed. Lovely bath with chocolates and a cup of tea.

No demands for sex all day. No squabbling from dcs.

Lie in til about 0830hrs.

Coffee and raspberry jam on toast.

Long luxurious bath.

Go into labour.

Make it to hospital in good time for opiates.

Nice easy delivery then home again in time for tea.

Waking up in a nice hotel with DH and DCs. Snuggles in bed all together.

Quick swim in the pool (the hotel has one, obviously).

Hotel breakfast - cooked stuff plus fruit, pastries etc.

Cinema for a family movie.

A walk and a trip on a canal boat looking at birds.

Small pub lunch. Nice salad with toasted goats cheese.

Ship the DCs off to a friendly babysitter (sorry )

Shopping with DH in a nice market town with quirky shops, buying new board games, clothes, sweets, whatever.

Romantic intimate dinner somewhere nice with DH. A fruity cocktail.

A concert (something orchestral) or a funny play.

Back to hotel for a jacuzzi and sex.

Best night's sleep ever.

Oh, in between shopping and dinner I'd like to add a fun class that DH and I can take together - archery or something.

Also, buying a winning lottery ticket.

rjips - I have had lunch with Adrian Chiles and it wasn't that memorable. In fact I had to check with DS that he was actually there. (Large group of West Brom fans at a pub before a match - Adrian is a friend of my BIL's BIL)

First I need a clear, sunny day.

Wake early, naturally, about 6. To birdsong.
Long hot shower
Breakfast of crumpets, pain au chocolat and DP's magical coffee
Walk across the soft dewy lawn to the beach
Lay in the sun til I am brought lunch, a beautifully prepared salad with flowers and shit in. Feta cheese and balsamic reduction. And wine.
Swim, sunbathe, swim, sunbathe til 3
Nap til 7
Dress in simple white dress, barefoot
Emerge on beach again where magically, a party is in full swing. Campfires, everyone I know enjoying themselves. Live music and endless drinks. Night swimming in warm ocean beneath sky full of stars.
Sleep on beach, miraculously no sand in my knickers

Waking up well rested on luxury sheets
lying on a white beach in the sunshine
swimming in turquoise sea with dolphins and rays and things minding their own business swimming nearby
going shopping for clothes with an unlimited budget (and being skinny enough to look good in them)
dinner of lovely pasta with lots of red wine
going to see Pearl Jam at an intimate venue and coming home with Eddie Vedder

Boo, my actual day is going to be so disappointing now

I'm feeling guilty now that my DCs and DH did not feature in my fantasy day. What does that say about me Bad parent Dances, bad wife...

WhoPaintedTheLion Us men just can't paint pictures like that, I merely went along with Wife of Bath's version. Our heart is in a good place though even though we are not good at painting anything other than colourful squares!

A little lie in
Breakfast, fresh coffee + papers
Getting out of the door with no fuss from 2yo DS
whisked away (possibly by helicopter but the train will do) to Wimbledon to see Andy Murray thrash Djokovic/Nadal/Whoever in a 4 set thriller, whilst sipping on some champagne, enjoying the balmy but not uncomfortable 23 degree weather.
Post Match - DP , DS if he has to come and I would head to dinner in a cabana on a beach in Koh Lanta (which is magically only a brief drive from London) under the stars.
Bliss!

First of all, in order for this to be a perfect day I have to be somewhere hot (mid 20s to early 30s), SUNNY and near a beach. i.e., not where I am right now.

So, wake up late (when I feel like it) with DH, followed by sex.
Then, nice long shower, then go to a nice cafe to sit outside and have brunch, looking freaking awesome (good hair and body day), good coffee and reading the newspaper/book (DH will have to entertain himself).
Then, to the beach (continuing to look awesome) to hang out, relax, get some sun, and some friends may come along if they behave themselves.
Then, nice long boozy lunch, followed by a nap. Maybe some form of exercise after the nap, then back to the beach for cocktails at sunset. More cocktails, then nice dinner out with DH at a lovely restaurant,going to bed late after a moonlit walk along the beach.

I did actually have the most wonderful day ever a couple of years ago, and it just kind of happened that way. DH and I were on holiday, and us two a friend spent a day out visiting - we got lost of the way, then stopped for breakfast in the hills with a nice view, then went to a town, just kind of hung out, played with cats, walked around and chatted. We then went to a restaurant which was built over a lake for dinner - had grilled duck and fillet, some beers, sorbet, then watched fireworks and spent ages over dinner chatting and having a ncie time. Then, before heading home our friend took us to somewhere more remote in the hills and we got out fo the car, and stood there for a bit, looking at the stars. It was amazing, best day ever (apart from our wedding).

Sunshine sunshine sunshine sunshine sunshine (not the 'Little Miss' version)

I think a day at a beach hut with the DC's and probably with DH but he has to be on good form.
There can be a lovely lunch provided very unobtrusively by someone else
Tapas sounded good ! With a nice glass of white wine
A good book (something by Bill Bryson ?) to while away the hours and a radio for options.

Ooh, and then you can whisk me off to some un-explored city (perhaps the one I've been reading about ?) - thinking Istanbul, Berlin, or Dublin (3 I've not been to yet) or maybe somewhere in China or Africa that also needs more exploring by me ...

Hmm do we only get a day ?!

That one would be perfect, thank-you

I would live to answer this but have no idea what things i like if anything this thread has taught me i need to be more than just mum. My highlight of the week is getting to tescos and maybe going to the cafe there for a cream tea.

What a ridiculous life i lead

not today.. just typed the whole perfect day out and it didnt post!!!
It was pretty much Erskino day though.

Yeh, Eskino's was good wasn't it sherbetpips ?

Hers would do me just fine too

(sorry we lost yours though)

sjupes - nothing I like more than a bit of people watching in a cafe with a cream tea - perhaps you just need to move it somewhere more exotic than your local Tesco's

How about a beach cafe in Devon over-looking the sea and children playing happily on the beach ?

Wake up early, feeling well-rested and energetic, having Had Enough Sleep

shower, put on new and gorgeous clothes and nice make-up

family breakfast of bacon/eggs/sausages with boys being lovely and dh really chilled and happy

Off to teach a lovely Y2 class literacy and music until lunch time, fun, active, exciting lesson with great engaged kids

Meet dh in town for posh lunch with wine and people-watching

Shopping with dh, money no object, slightly tipsy from lunch

Go together to watch our dc in a school performance (I always cry)

Out to Indian restaurant with dc for dinner, money no object, enjoy laughing at them trying new things

Home, play Atmosfear Khufu and then watch a movie and carry sleepy happy boys off to bed

Cuddle up with dh and watch a funny movie, more wine, silly food (trifle, probably) helpless giggling, sleep.

juggling people watching is good i've got DD doing it too it's very interesting.

I quite like the beach thought - ours is pretty great and has a real castle maybe a quiet day out there with DP and the kids.

The kids could play in the sand then the park whilst i lie back with a cold lemon tea

Also the baby wouldn't be jumping up/pushing organs into my right rib all the time that would be a blessed relief!

Talking to DP now figuring out things i like - they are boring but at least i have some

Feeling very proud of myself

I'm going to buck the lie in trend....

Get up at around 7am (as this is when I wake up naturally) then go and have a coffee in the garden for an hour, reading and watching the birds in peace

Go back to bed for an hour for...activities with DH

Go to the imaginary spa attached to my house for luxury shower and a half-hour massage

Meet friends for coffee by the fire at some gorgeous country hotel

Go for a long walk in stunning scenery with DH - Yorkshire Moors etc. Stop for a pub lunch, also by a fire

Meet friends and family for dinner in lovely restaurant with sea view

Spend night in four poster bed in boutique hotel with more spa facilities and bathroom with Victorian roll top bath.

God I just reread mine and realised what a giant muppet I sound

Damn, I forgot the cream tea mid-afternoon.

Also forgot to go to a sushi restaurant in Tokyo and to Florence for gelato. Darn.

Wake up to latte and pain au chocolat.

Spend entire morning surfing.

Have lovely long hot shower.

A yummy lunch.

Some good sex.

Nap.

Go surfing again.

Another hot shower.

Steak and chips and profiteroles and a fair amount of wine.

More good sex.

Long sleep, in bit of bed with no wet patch.

At some point during the day I would be given a box of kittens.

Wake at 8. DC wake a few minutes later come in for cuddle then taken away for a day with their friends having fun, learning stuff and behaving nicely.

Be somehow transported to gorgeous chichi hotel informal yet elegant and uptotheminute, where have long lazy bath with gorgeous smelling expensive products, good sex with DH and then a 2 hour breakfast reading papers, chatting, laughing and relaxing, drinking lots of very good coffee and OJ.

Crisp but warm Autumn day, go for a walk through sun dappled woods, finding a fabulous gastro pub in a quaint clearing, nicely busy full of interesting locals and a few friends who just so happened to be there. Get chatting loads, drink lots of v good Prosecco/red wine, eat lots of small mouthfuls of ridiculously fully flavoured deliciousness, leave about 5pm and walk back through woods watching sun set.

Sleep until 8pm, on waking be miraculously at home, cuddle and play with DC for half an hour and watch as DH puts them to bed.

Watch something fabulous and eat chocolates.

Don't eat the kittens, Princess!

I am pleasantly surprised to come home and read so many lovely replies. I thought I was flogging a dead horse last night when I was dishing out pints of sherry to rips and falling into a skip.

I am also glad to see some seckshual intycourse creeping in here and there in people's fantasy days. I do like to see love and romance amongst my fellow MNers. Nobody has yet stuck their head above the parapet, however, and described being strapped onto a bondage rack by Big Ron before being rolled in hundreds and thousands.

There's time yet.

Waking at 8 smelling of gin and sex and watching the man next to me still asleep.

He wakes up and we have some more...

He goes home and I wander round the flat I share with friends boring them with my inane grinning.

I go out to meet him again at 7. Fairly knackered it has to be said after not much sleep the night before.

Together with another couple we go to a take out and buy bottles of beer (it's a late spring evening btw, not sweaty hot, just nice)

We take the beer down to the river and watch the sun go down and snog like teenagers on the wall

Then when it starts to get a bit too cold we retire to a pub and have some more beer.

Later, when it gets dark, we go home.....(see what I did there?)....and dig out old music cassettes and play them while lying on the bed, before, yes, more shagging. He can't decide whether to stay or not, but in the end he goes home because, quite honestly, a single bed two nights in a row is a bit much....

I still remember my perfect day, even though it was over 20 years ago....

Talc this is a total gem of a thread hidden under a very unpromising exterior. I noticed its rather imperious caps yesterday but some how thought it would be about geocaching or some such tiring activity, not the vistas of loveliness that have unfolded (bar the knickerless skip activity on your part).

True spook, I only clicked on it because it's in discussions of the day. Talc I can see why you might be worried about my kittens.

my perfect day:

Lie in sleeping/snuggling with DD (21 mo).

Don't care after that.

Sadly DD never ever wants to sleep anywhere near me...and apart from the odd 5 min chest nap when she was less than month old I have never been able to hold her while she sleeps.

I mean what sort of a baby was/is she? Getting them to sleep on their own is supposed to be the problem...not never ever getting sleepy snuggles.

DISCUSSIONS OF THE DAY??

<< faints in heap on floor >>

I hadn't even noticed <sob> and it's my first to ever make it there <sob> and I've started so many shit threads during my time here <sobsob> that just go straight to video Page 2 of _Chat like some poor, dusty forgotten library book.

It's obvious that what I lack is an ability to choose a good title. If I had called this thread MN Invaded by Aliens from Andromeda Galaxy - It's Official or There's a massive punch-up going on in here - quick, come and look! <beckons> - would that have worked?

sjupes - sounds like you're actually making quite impressive plans to put your plans into action, talking it all over with DP and all. I'm not sure that's allowed

Its a great thread!

A real day - lovely lie in to wake somewhere warm near the sea, peaceful and amazing sunrise -lot of fun and games with husband, meal out with the kids, friends, lots to drink and eat - just everyone laughing and really enjoying life away from stresses and strains of real life. I envy anyone who lives by the sea - very jealous that you can get out and enjoy an ever changing view and space.

An 'unreal' day - a day spent doing naughty things with Charlie Hunnam from Sons of Anarchy............. please don't tell anyone !!

juggling if i could just trade DP for ryan reynolds and johnathon rhys myers now that would be fantasy heaven

I really want to contribute to this thread, but I keep changing my mind about what I'd like to include.

Congratulations on the Discussion of the Day Talc.

Ta Mardy. I bet you've had six quintillion Discussions of the Day. At least I have lost my DoD virginity.

Why not post it all? If time travel and time strrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrretching are involved, you can fit it all in - plus a bit of How's Your Father before beddy-byes.

Go on. Go on go on. Go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on
GO ON

Oh I can't decide. And I should really be working. And I'm tired (was up late farting around on the internet last night). And I need to think of a good word on Words with Friends to beat Chaos a third time in a row. I promise I'll be back when I'm properly inspired.
I started watching the Adrian Brody clip but got bored after a minute. It's better than your fridge one where nothing happened for 5 mins though.
Haven't had many DoD's - probably 2 or 3.

You must watch the end because Brody passes through the sun and then has a sort of 'into the light' experience - which transforms him into an omnipresent being, absorbed into the space-time continuum.

Whilst playing a guitar solo.

term time - children don't squabble and are ready on time, work (I love my job),home, relaxing evening meal together, bedtime stories, bath, and sleep

holidays - a lie in, hot weather so we can swim outdoors and have a picnic lunch, nice dinner, relaxing evening then a good night's sleep.

I wouldn't want a lie in. I only want to lie in when I've got to be at work and my perfect day would be any day when I don't have to be in work .

Get up, go for a nice long morning walk with the dog and DD. Get back home and eat a big tasty breakfast, have a bit of a relax sitting in the garden and some playing with DD. Go somewhere nice for lunch and a glass of wine on my own. Spend the afternoon out with family then have juicy rare steak for dinner with DH while DD is with GPs, a few drinks with friends and then to bed for a night of unbroken sleep...

Perfect Day:

A lie in, waking up in a beautiful scented gorgeous airy bedroom with a balcony overlooking a fabulous garden

Tea & crumpets without having to give most of it away to greedy toddler

Read the papers with light music of my choice playing instead of CBeebies

Magically have transformed into a size 8 with a fantabulous wardrobe of clothes and shoes to choose from

A little potter around the shops - pick up something wonderful for later that night

Leisurely lunch with friends and champers

Home to get pampered for a night out with hair and makeup artists to help. Slip into new wonderful dress & shoes

Dinner at an amazing restaurant with DH

Followed by guest list entry to a top New York club with a cocktail bar & roof terrace overlooking the city, full of all the film stars and bands I have ever admired and wanted to meet (naturally I am full of the funniest conversation and looking absolutely stunning)

Home by private limo, not feeling sick and still looking gorgeous despite all
the drinks consumed

Delivery pizza at 6am

Drift off to sleep in the beautiful bedroom again.

<sigh>

PS:

Reality:

Wake up with toddler peeling my eyes open and yelling in them
Crumbs in the bed
Size 14
Tired collection of same-old clothes
Tumble tots/Rythym time
Lunch - crumbs on the floor
Shops - food shopping, nappies, catfood, binbags
Park visit
Dinenr - crumbs on the floor
Bathtime/bedtime
Make dinner for me and DH
DH falls asleep on sofa, I watch Sky
Get in crumb-filled bed
Get woken up by toddler at 6am

Wake up in my fictional remote ski chalet with beautiful and spectacular views.
Sex
Big family breakfast
Skiing through the woods (no queues, perfect snow)
Light brunch at the top of a mountain with the family
Slob around, bath, cards, pottering about in my fictional chalet
Go out for a fantastic meal with family, candles, wine, lovely food

Alternative day
Same as above more or less but in my fictional coastal property.
Day involves sailing and swimming instead of skiing.

Ps I love Paschas day .

Lie in. Wake up actually feeling refreshed for once .
Big bowl of cocoa pops ( )
Go to the gym and then have a lovely hot shower (and have someone clean and tidy my house from top to bottom whilst I'm out)
Have a back massage
Watch a great DVD with NO INTERRUPTIONS with a big mug of HOT tea
Long hot bath and a good book.
A bar of chocolate all to myself
An early night

Lazy morning, meet family for a casual lunch, long afternoon bath and Firefly on my laptop, early evening spent in pub garden with chips and wine, off to nightclub, hideously filthy sex when I got home. Perfect

Scented - this, er, hideously filthy hrmpmpm. Care to elaborate?





RainbowBelle - I like your fantasy/reality juxtaposition.

I suppose if we all aimed to get just one feature from our perfect day into our normal day, that might just work.

<< goes off to do two lengths in lake of macaroni cheese >>

A long lie in.
Paper and breakfast of sausage and egg muffin (this contains minus calories)
Open post. Have received promotion and payrise.
Check lottery. Have won just enough to clear debts.
Time stops and I am whisked to a theme park for a trip on the three best roller coasters.
Home for a relaxing bath during which no hair removal is required as I am miraculously hair free!
Stroke cat.
Hairdresser and beautician come to my house and I am made to look amazing.
A consignment of size 10 outfits has been delivered to my house I look great in them all but extra fab in a cool daytime ensemble and a swanky cocktail dress.
Don trendy daytime ensemble.
Go for a boozy lunch with my family at a Michelin starred restaurant.
Arrive home and all of our friends are there waiting for England and Germany World Cup final to kick off.
Booze a-plenty, England win 5-1 and lift world cup. Cue much celebrating.
Richard and Alexander from Pointless turn up. Film special episode which I win naming Manchester United players of the 90s in the final round.
Don swanky cocktail dress.
Go for dinner at upcoming trendy establishment.
Go to intimate Take That + Robbie gig. Even the males enjoy it. Robbie invites me on stage and we sing together to rapturous applause.
Someone from Sony approaches and asks to sign me up.
All of us head to a disco which only plays my favourite songs. Everyone loves it.
After party at our house and Nando's have delivered enough chicken, rice and peri peri fries to soak up the booze.
Chat round the table with my nearest and dearest with good red wine and cigarettes indoors.
Sex.
Bed.
No hangover.

tory - your task, should you wish to accept it, is to tot up the cost of that lot.

The World Cup tickets alone must be about £5k, surely?

Well Talc, it would involve two fairly bendy, gorgeous women, possibly DH if he's done the washing up, two rolls of cling film and a roll of bondage tape, some roller skates, a hitachi wand, a wooden spoon, waterproof floor covering, a 'holy fuckton, Batman!' amount of lube, two blindfolds, one spider gag, and fishnets all round (including DH if aforementioned caveat is adhered to). I love the sound of your macaroni cheese lake- perhaps I could incorporate that too...

So many lovely posts! I think i need a day with veeeeeeeeeeery stretchy time:

Lie in til 8.30, wake up in hotel room in world's comfiest bed, plus clean white sheets, sun streaming through the window and the sound of the sea.

Breakfast in bed with DP while DCs still sleep: tea, raspberry yoghurt and raspberrys, fresh warm croissant. Big bunch of bright daffodils in a vase on the windowsill.

Quick swim in the warm outdoor pool in the sun while DH gets kids up. Dressed then stroll along a long quiet beach in the sun, everyone on good form. Picnic lunch that I didn't make.

Back to hotel for amazing full body massage.

Grandparents come round to babysit DCs.

Change into most flattering dress ever made, good hair and make-up, comfy heels.

Chauffeur driven car to a vibrant city (miraculously only 30 mins away)

Theatre/show/cinema experience that lifts the heart.

Stroll to a private party with all my best friends. Everyone has a brilliant time and there's lots of delicious wine and cocktails to be drunk.

Finally jump back into chauffered car, back to hotel and bed with fresh sheets.

Lovely sex.

A deep sleep and no hangover

please! considering sending DH a link to this thread

oops missed out the delicious dinner in intimate restaurant after the theatre!

I dont care what I do, it could be watching paint dry, but I want to do it BY.MY.SELF!!

Talc, I actually meant watch it at my house but now you come to mention it. I have won 50 tickets in a competition to find most deserving fan. The final can be at Old Trafford.
Alex Ferguson and Eric Cantona are sitting next to me. Eric proposes marriage, we have a small kiss but ultimately I turn him down for DP. DP, eternally grateful, does whatever I say for the rest of our lives.

Brilliant thread by the way. Really cheered me up. Nominates for classics

lie in til 10:30am (strrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrretchy time it's also 8:30am)
long, slow, luxurious and lazy sex
chocolate and almond croissants, almond milk latte, fresh OJ
bike ride to the beach (the one we actually live by, and it's proper SoCal weather)
surf all morning and I'm AMAZING
DC, DParents, DBro and our LAGays miraculously appear for 1hr of perfect family beach time, sand castles, paddling, delish picnic & mimosas (not prepared by me)...someone else gets rid of all the sand
DC disappear with their grandparents who adore them so it's ok
I don gorgeous summery dress and killer heeled sandles for oysters and Champagne at Sheekey's with my best friend and gossip and giggle for HOURS
Borough market for olives and more champagne with my other best friend
Catch an incredible piece of theatre that makes me cry and reinvigorates my appetite for my career with my 3rd best friend, followed by some amazing whisky and good deconstruction at the Groucho
Dinner with DH of incredibly seafood platter (more champagne) under the stars on a tropical beach
dirty sex
lazy sex
more champagne
a very long very good night's sleep

Thank you so much toryalane __ - I'm very glad to hear that.

Do watch that Cantona, by the way - if he offers to read you some of his poetry, run for the hills.

No lie in here don't want to waste my fantastic day.
Watch the sunrise at Cafe del Mar followed by a full English breakfast and Cappucino.
Hire a millionaire's yacht and invite all my favourite people onboard.
Find a deserted beach and have a BBQ and play volleyball followed by sunbathing and swimming.
Board the yacht and watch a good film in the cinema room with a bucket of chocolate popcorn and Bucks Fizz.
Sit in the hot tub and then get ready for a glamorous night out.
Go into a top restaurant and eat Sea bass and roasted vegetables followed by creme brulee and Sauternes.
Onto Cafe del Mar with Joey Negro on the decks and Jill Scott and the Robert Glasper Experiment turning up to do a special performance just as the sunsets.

Wake up to find no one in the bed whom I don't recognise
Make it to bathroom without being sick. Hot bath, coffee, some food if I can keep it down
Off to Wetherspoons for a few pints before the lunch crowd come in
See a dealer who owes me money so he gives me a bag of pills.
off home with a couple of bottles of cava, phone up dp and get him home, close the curtains, put on House of Love and get totally fucked
Lie around coming down and watching Louis CK
Couple of pints in the pub to take the edge off
Bed

Crikey curry - what would your crap day be like?

Long lie
Eggs benedict with really crispy bacon and all the paper brought to me in bed (not my bed, a luxurious hotel one)
Massage and aromatherpay session
Hair and make up done + instantstly drop 2 stone and find wardrobe of amazing clother that fit perfectly
Lunch somewhere amazing
Doing something fun with DH and DS that DS loved and made him shriek and giggle
Afternoon at the races (there are more hours in this day to make it all fit)
Rest of afternoon skiing (It's like a 40 hour day I think)
Dinner somwhere amazing
Maybe another massage
Cocktails
Snuggle up with DH
Amazing shagfest with DH
Sleep

A spotless house that someone other than me did would just be great.

don't worry, talc, not serious. would never start the day in wetherspoons, would have to be at least a pitcher & piano ;)

actually in all seriousness, i think my perfect day would be spending it with my family, but with some barely perceptible eminence grise version of mary poppins doing all the bits that I don't want to do - someone else dealing with "I DON'T WANT TO WEAR THAT ONE ON, I WANT TO WEAR THIS ONE ON!" (where "this one" is a piece of rancid dressing up)

I would be eating eggs and drinking coffee while all this was happening, and would only do the good bits like some lovely long walks and a nice lunch and painting under a rainy-pattery roof with dd1 while dd2 naps perfectly and someone else cleans the brushes after, etc.

Drinks with dp at 6, effortless bedtime for the dcs at 7.30 and babysitter, and dinner for us at a sunset window with a beautiful view

That sounds a lot more wholesome, curry.

I'd paint a lot more if I had a little chap in a brown overall to come in and clear up afterwards - that's a damned good idea.

OK here goes. (But I reserve the right to add more in later. I don't like to overcommit myself)

Wake up naturally feeling refreshed (no alarm clock) in a luxury private game reserve in Africa (maybe Kruger national park, but I'm not fussy as long as it's serious luxury). I am, of course, miraculously thin overnight.

Have a light snack of some fruit, yoghurt and espresso so thick you could stand your spoon in it.

Go on a safari ride with my family in an open-topped landrover. We see loads of different wildlife and track a leopard.

Come back for a proper breakfast of more fruit, creamy scrambled egg and smoked salmon and more decent, whilst watching some more wildlife (giraffe maybe) wander by.

Have a swim with my kids in a large open air pool with an optional wave machine function.

Have lunch in San Francisco at 28 Barbary Lane with Mrs Madrigal and all the lovely characters in The Tales of the City series. Author Armistead Maupin is also there. My family come too, along with the kids' fairy godfathers. Lunch is mediterranean inspired food with succulent mozzarella, juicy olives, avocado and foccacia.

Breathe in the Pacific coast air.

After lunch we play board games, followed by a trip to the theatre for a matinee. I'm not sure what we'll see, but it will need to make me laugh, cry and have stirring music. West Side Story is always a good fall back, but I'll be up for something else.

In the evening, I'd turn up at a lovely warm beach and find all my favourite friends and family there. They will be a beautiful table all laid out ready for us to dine. We'd start of with champagne or cocktails. I'm not sure about the menu yet - maybe wild Alaskan salmon, Beef Wellington (is this right for the beach?), pudding tba (can't decide). Service would be provided by friendly waiters in skimpy but tasteful beachwear.

It would end up with me and DH in a lovely boutique hotel with crisp sheets. He would not snore.

I forgot singing. There needs to be some singing in there somewhere.

I would wake up with DH in a wonderful hotel in Cornwall and spend the early part of the morning having some quality time together. After a hot power shower we'd go down to have a several-course breakfast of fruit and nut-free museli and full English and Chelsea buns, accompanied by DC on their best behaviour, plus whichever helpful and lovely family member had agreed to look after them (probably saintly MIL).

We'd then all go to Sennen Cove, which would be unexpectedly quiet despite the gorgeous sunshine, and we'd surf and swim in the crystal blue sea, make sandcastles, and eat pasties on the beach.

In the afternoon we'd return to the hotel, swim in the hotel pool with the DC, and wave lovingly as MIL (or other helpful babysitter) whisked the children off for dinner and bed. DH and I would go to the hotel spa , where we would have pampering treatments and swim in the adult-only pool, and lounge about in the steam room and jacuzzi. We would then have dinner (will have to think about this some more) and champagne, walk it all off in a moonlit beachside walk, and then retire to our hotel bed for some more marital activities.

(There seems to be a LOT of swimming . Perhaps I have hitherto undiscovered mermaid ancestry .)

Mardy - that is an epic. I am on my feet, applauding hard with moist eyes. Bravo. Bravo.

/ ) ) ) )

<< tosses bouquet >>

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Inertia I am glad to see a MIL making an appearance on a Perfect Day. This must lift the hearts of MILs MN-wide - good on yer.

I would also like to add to mine, go saying with good friend I in the afternoon, while sipping ice cold beer and eating watermelon, like we did that one time. More of that.

not go saying, go sailing and we would chat and laugh and catch up a lot.

Absy - in this?

Or this?

On Perfect Day - it can be anything.

Actually, that second one is rather cute - but maybe not for the Bay of Biscay.

Talc I've been out and about in the car this morning and have thought of a load more. You ain't seen nothing yet. However, I am in serious danger of outing myself if I include everything.

OK have updated. New bits are in italics.

Wake up naturally feeling refreshed (no alarm clock) in a luxury private game reserve in Africa (maybe Kruger national park, but I'm not fussy as long as it's serious luxury). I am, of course, miraculously thin overnight.

Have a light snack of some fruit, yoghurt and espresso so thick you could stand your spoon in it.

Go on a safari ride with my family in an open-topped landrover. We see loads of different wildlife and track a leopard.

Come back for a proper breakfast of more fruit, creamy scrambled egg and smoked salmon and more decent coffee, whilst watching some more wildlife (giraffe maybe) wander by.

Trinny and Susannah pop by and give me a complete make-over and confidence boost and supply me with a new wardrobe to suit my new svelte figure. They affectionately squeeze my breasts and also equip me with some new Rigby and Peller brassieres. Paul McKenna comes and successfully hypnotises me so that I stay thin and full of confidence".

Have a swim with my kids in a large open air pool with an optional wave machine function.

Go for a balloon ride over my home town and surrounding countryside with the kids and a bunch of friends. The balloon miraculously flies over our back garden where we all shout and wave to DH (who hates heights) where he is enjoying the perfect cold beer.

Have lunch in San Francisco at 28 Barbary Lane with Mrs Madrigal and all the lovely characters in The Tales of the City series. Author Armistead Maupin is also there. My family come too, along with the kids' fairy godfathers. Lunch is mediterranean inspired food with succulent mozzarella, juicy olives, avocado and foccacia.

Breathe in the Pacific coast air. Go swimming again with dolphins.

After lunch we play board games, followed by a trip to the theatre for a matinee. I'm not sure what we'll see, but it will need to make me laugh, cry and have stirring music. West Side Story is always a good fall back, but I'll be up for something else.

Have a whistle stop tour of some of the most amazing sights on the planet - a quick snorkel on the Great Barrier Reef, see the Terracotta Warriors, the Grand Canyon, Venice, Machu Picchu, Paris, Moorish Spain (with a quick stop for a tapas snack).

Go on a rollercoaster/water ride.

In the early evening, we'd have a concert at the Albert Hall. I will have miraculously developed an amazing singing voice and will sing with a choir conducted by Gareth Malone. Lots of friends will be singing too and there'll be lots of my favourite MNers in the audience. The programme will be an eclectic mix from baroque, opera arias, choral works including some Parry, show tunes, blues and rock and pop. There will be several guest stars (tbc) including Freddie Mercury. At the end we'll sing the Hallelujah Chorus, Land of Hope and Glory and I'll lead Land of Hope and Glory dressed in a stunning ball gown.

Later, I'd turn up at a lovely warm beach and find all my favourite friends and family there. They will be a beautiful table all laid out ready for us to dine. We'd start of with champagne or cocktails. I'm not sure about the menu yet - maybe wild Alaskan salmon, Beef Wellington (is this right for the beach?), pudding tba (still can't decide). Service would be provided by friendly waiters in skimpy but tasteful beachwear.

After dinner the cast of the Blues Brothers film would turn up for a jamming session, and we would dance the rest of the night away on the warm sand. I would be one of Aretha's backing singers on RESPECT. My friend B would go skinny dipping.

Watch the Northern Lights with DH.

It would end up with me and DH in a lovely boutique hotel with crisp sheets. He would not snore.

[sob]

I love the ones of these where the poster wants to spend the day with their real life DH. The bit that I find so tenderly moving above is:

"He would not snore."

Thank you for wading through that long essay curry.

Can I also add in a quick request for a moon walk at some point in the day. I would like to see the earth from space and hide it behind my thumb.

Just seen a typo. Meant to say I'd lead Rule Britannia at the Royal Albert Hall.

Hello, Talc.

My perfect day would involve going forward in time three days, finding out the winning Euromillions numbers, and then popping back again.

Oh and a lie-in, of course.

What's your perfect day, Talc?

Talc - to be fair, MIL is mainly there to take the children off our hands so DH and I could get some time alone . But she is lovely, and the children think she's great, so it would all fit together nicely.

Wow, Mardy, you've really thought about this. There's a book in that somewhere.

A lie in, then read my book in bed for a bit, then a lovely hot bubble bath, back into clean PJ's, sit in front of the telly and a roaring fire to watch my favourite programmes while filling my face with whatever food I wanted. Would have to be winter for the fire.

I had a bit of driving around to do earlier Inertia and was bored, so I pondered for a bit. I just didn't want to miss out anything important.

Btw, I'd let all of MNHQ come to the Albert Hall too.

Oh I've just remembered Talcy put her perfect day in the OP, but could you possibly elaborate a bit with some stretchy time thingamies.

Righty-ho

Massive lie-in with brek-wumps (as it is known)

Macaroni cheese lake nay inland sea. No other shit in it - just unctuous, mature cheddary gorgeous with a crispy baked top.

Test Match at Lord's - it would be a perfect summer's day; I would be with my wonderful husband and daughters and my Pa. We would have a wicker hamper of fruit and meringues and a pot (bottomless) of tea. It would be the fifth and final day, with England bowling <rubs thighs> and taking the last Aussie wicket just before close of play. Broady would be on a hat-trick and he'd take the middle stump clean out. The green-helmeted batsmen would slope off, dejected. I would NOT then streak across the ground at this point.

Home. Long bath.

Rumpy.

Sleepy bo-bos.

FIN

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<< waits in dark alley for Liney to skip past with her wad of CASH >>

I do agree that the perfect macaroni cheese has to

a) be referred to as macaroni cheese, not by an abbreviation;

and

b) have a jolly crunchy top.

Excellent. When can I come round?

Wednesday week.

<< checks tephelone >>

Of course I'll be visiting Saturday to get the lottery numbers, but feel free to start cooking.

Now I'm confused. You'll be getting the lottery numbers in the future, when you will, in effect, have already consumed said macaroni cheese (but you won't remember having eaten it) - and then returning to eat it again.

Should I make double?

I would definitely just start without me.

I made macaroni cheese today. Well actually penne cheese as that was all I had in the cupboard. But otherwise it was just as you specify, with a good mature cheddary sauce (I'm always heavy handed on the cheese) and a little bake in the oven until golden brown on the top. Empty plates from the DC.

However, I put a tiny dollop of dijon mustard in the sauce. Is that acceptable?

<Talc? calls dimly from future where it's all gone tits up>

Luckily I'm not driving round too much tomorrow, so won't have time on my hands to think of more additions to my already packed day.

I think a smidge of mustard is ok - if it merely enhances the sauce without one being able to taste the mustard, if you see what I mean?

If your tiny dollop is, say, half a teaspoonful, then that's OK with me. It's always worth consulting the guidelines in Macaroni Cheese and the Law - A Consumer Guide.

Chapter six deals with permitted levels of additives: A sprinkling of grated nutmeg is within legal limits - but Mrs Edna Trouservole of Catford was arrested, charged and given a eight-month suspended sentence for putting cumin seeds into a macaroni cheese she served up to her husband Reg in June 1987. It would have been a custodial sentence but for the mitigating evidence that she'd used cumin by mistake, after leaving her reading spectacles on the bus earlier that day.

Liney!

Don't walk into the light.

Did you get the cash?

I was within mustard guidelines. Personally I say no to nutmeg.

<fuck nutmeg, called from the distant and fading future>

Bacon and eggs in bed
Followed by a tornado chase across the Great Plains.
Then one of them fancy gourmet meals with 50,000 courses whilst overlooking an erupting volcano,
And home again for hot chocolates and cuddles with dh and dd.

I like the idea of tornados and volcanos.

I think Fuck Nutmeg should become the new MN swear.

Liney

More like the first one Talc.

I would also like to make some more amendments to mine. I would like to add in George Clooney as my GBF and there would be the beach party mentioned further upthread, and George and I would go NUTS on the dancefloor. And DH would have secretly learnt to tango rather than moaning about not wanting to learn it like some major loser, and would then surprise me by helping me recreate the Tango Scene from Scent of a woman, but somehow with it working on a beach. Hm. And would also look nicely tanned, have great hair and have that lightly dishevelled, awesome holiday-y look at said beach party.

Does the legislation governing macaroni cheese also cover broccoli and cauliflower cheese? To be honest, I'm finding those mustard limits a little bit draconian- half a teaspoon? You might as well just show it the jar from the next room.

But I do concur with the nutmeg consensus.

<reverse whoosh>

Sorry, Talc, apparently it's a well known law of time travel that you can't use it to win the lottery. The numbers just don't travel through time. Spooky.

However I did see myself a few days into the future in Asda screaming Fuck Nutmeg and being wrestled to the floor by a rather lovely looking security guard. Now that's a good way to spend a day. I shall look forward to it.

Inertia - The Guide is quite specific about pasta only in a legal macaroni cheese. For the dishes you mention, I suggest you consult Vegetable Mornay Dishes And You - which will detail the various combinations that are permissible by law.

Do be careful about the mustard quantities - the last thing you want is your door broken down at three in the morning and your Pyrex dish taken away for forensic tests.

Liney - Asda, you say? Had you been at the White Lightning again, do you think?

I agree - and am permanently fighting with DH. When you start putting things in the mac and cheese, like egg and bacon, it is not longer mac and cheese.

'Liney - Asda, you say? Had you been at the White Lightning again, do you think?'

Turps, by the look it.

I certainly scream whenever I go to Asda, I may as well start screaming fucking nutmeg. Can I add bollocksing paprika?

I like mustard, though. Coleman's English.

Eek, I've heard about the Mornay Police Talc - I believe the Spanish Inquisition took lessons from them. Best keep quiet about my mustard levels- and any illegal breadcrumb toppings that I may previously have partaken of.

"apparently it's a well known law of time travel that you can't use it to win the lottery"

They did it in "The Time Traveller's Wife".

<< consults well-thumbed guide >>

Dances - a small amount of paprika seems to be OK:

17.5 iii) Approved seasonings: These include: salt, freshly ground black pepper, nutmeg and paprika if there is an 'R' in the month but under NO circumstances that smoked Pimenton shite that smells like a vagrant's dog-end stash. A small amount of dry mustard powder is also a permitted substance under European law.

Well, that seems fairly conclusive. Hope that allays any fears you may have.

Can't we have a nice cheesy, breadcrummy topping Talc ?

Urgent research needed as DD is making a pasta bake at school today, and we are to bake it when shes gets home. But then I guess it's not a pure macaroni cheese anyway, so legislation is less tight ?

"apparently it's a well known law of time travel that you can't use it to win the lottery"

They did it in "The Time Traveller's Wife".

That books breaks all known laws of stuff. It is the nutmeg of literature.

Juggling - I will confess to employing a cheesy breadcrumby topping on occasion, but never on a macaroni cheese.

My reason is quite disgustingly pathetic, really; you know when you have lots and lots and lots of grated cheese on top and it all melts and goes crispy? And then a sort of oily 'cheese juice' seeps out and sits in little puddles?

Well I like those puddles. And when I put breadcrumbs in to pad out the cheese, it soaks them all up.

Talc if you like a dangerously high cholesterol count atop your macaroni cheese (and who doesn't?) you might be impressed/revolted/tempted <delete as applicable> by my late MIL's approach, which was to grate half a pound of cheese, mix it with a couple of beaten eggs and throw the whole lot over the top.

Now MIL was mad as ten boxes of frogs and a couple of badgers, but her MC topping was as puffy and crunchy as all get out.

Coo. Was it omeletty?

My perfect day... still mostly surfing but turning up at a couple of Mardy's bits.

I do like surfing. Can you tell?

IT was omelettish or omelettesque rather than omeletty talc
actually it was bit like the top of a moussaka (another of DMIL's dishes when she was going through her experimental/exotic phase)

DeepRed - does Mardy mind you turning up at her bits?

Kurri - I have to say that it sounds as if Omelettique may well contravene local by-laws. Have you considered shopping your MIL and having her banged up at Her Maj's pleasure?

'Omelettique' sounds like the seed of an idea for a soft porn movie 'The Adventures of Omelettique', - I may try to sell the idea to that weird fat porny man who goes on reality shows and who's name escapes me.

I know not of this weird fat porny man.

I can't remember his name, - I'm fairly sure he exists (although it is possible he was only a dream). He's not a personal friend you understand, merely a strange man I've seen on telly. - Obviously I stored the memory of him in my brain in the hope that one day it would be useful, and that day has come!

Anyone who wants a cut of the Omelettique franchise, just PM me your bank details

Awake on board large luxury cruise ship just in time to watch the boat come into port while sipping my latte.

Demolish large breakfast which by some miracle of science is entirely delicious and zero cal.

Spend the day wandering around Barcelona with the family stopping for lunch as the fancy takes us.

Dress up in fabulous evening wear, hair done, makeup performing miracles.

Enjoy fabulous dinner with family then find quiet piano bar to chill with DH

The sexing is optional.

An hour or two listening to an amazing book.

Sleep and repeat but with a different destination.

Roll on July

I'm sure Mardy won't mind me gatecrashing her fantasies, except the more intimate bits. She's a jolly good sport after all... Also Dp has made it fairly clear that his fantasies involve me in suspenders with a small, fairly decorative, but nevertheless functional whip and some handcuffs (for him) , rather than total strangers. And I'm happy with that....

Suspenders, you say?

Well, there's no accounting for taste. Is there a truncheon, some Mace and an unmarked Ford Granada to go with the handcuffs?

Crash away Betty. If you don't snore you can be substituted in for the more "intimate bits".

I'm currently eating macaroni cheese I buy a Tesco ready made ding one and stir in a big dollop of marmite. I'm not ashamed.

I would like my perfect day to involve being 20 again and actually being able to appreciate it.