I’m not worthy MrsCatE and I think I’d certainly be someone’s last pick (like P.E) but I am very tickled in the humblest way I can be.
I can see you and me, in old Victorian semis (I’ve to win the lottery but I’m allowed a dream) chatting over the hedge like Cissie and Ada. It would be as picturesque as Midsomer Murders. Apart from my coupon. And possibly the murders…
Hoiking our bosoms with gay abandon at the shite of the day.
I’ve probably offended everyone I’ve been in contact today - it hasn’t been a good one.
If it wasn’t for the treasures here on mumsnet I’d be lost. Totally. I cherish so many on here from afar. I admire so many.
Probably today my famous girl crush can be Jo Brand. I love her anyway but I could do with her nursie skills today. And a smidge of her knowledge for coping when you don’t know how to anymore. And the humour.
I’d even feed her my share of custard creams. Grape stylee.
I would also like Daisy May Cooper. For she is me. But blonde. And I adore her.
I’m not sure I’ve described a crush as such. But imagine the bosies. They’d be honest, rib crushing ones. None of yer ‘mwah mwah’ pish.
From the heart ruddy big hugs. And that seems incredibly appealing today.
Sorry - I’ve waffled.
But thank you @MrsCatE
I’m honoured and you’ve given me a little bit of sunshine today. In amongst the snow. ⛄️ x