Ye Olde Worlde Mumsnette

[Sharrilanda]

Share some historical MN dilemmas and stories.
What kind of posts do you think we would be reading if MN was around in the good old days of yore?

Mine clout was well cast, but I am visiting the elders in Alba, where the North wind is fearsome strong, and I fear I was foolish in expecting balmy weather to reach the godforsaken lands of the Celts, Scots and Norsemen. They wear wool year-round for a reason!

@InMySpareTime but the men of that great land wear nothing about their nethers! Mine husbande is a Scot and he doth jest that he is a Mcdonald and the only thing under his kilte is a quarter pounder. Such ribaldry maketh me spew.

@StarlightLady mine husbande wouldst be in the kytchen making a delicacy of salad of potatoes, that vegetable from the America's. He wouldst also quaff a tankard or two of strong beer.

AIBU to caste ye cloute near totally on ye holy day of ye banke? ( I know notte what St Banke endured to be this sainted but I will enjoy ye day off!)

I will visit ye lakes bye ye fayre city of Yorke and swym therein.

I have but ye scante garment to cover my nakedness. I may yet drowne if I swym in ye petticoates.

Clout casting season be already upon us in Din Eidyn. The males of the species aire theyre nethers all year round beneath theyre kilts and transmyt theyre hardy natures to our offspring.

Tis time to dust off the metal boxe and light fyres to make flat breads from Italy, the wise woman predicts 18c this weekend and we will feast.

I thanke ye all for the return of the bounteous merriment

Hail and well met goode laydies of Ye Olde Mumsnette! Faith it has beene most hot in the fair countye of Kent and there has beene much casting of clouts. Indeed, manye younge thyngs were wandering rounde our vyllage wearing the most scantye garments. I am too old for such scantye things but I do confesse to wearynge a loose cool sackcloth with no legge coverynges. I felt verye abandoned and free. Mine own husbande sayes we must tayke advantage of this fyne weather as it will be pissing down ere long.

Verily mistress needwinenow thine husbande doth speak good sense which, I feare is not often to be founde in one of his sexe. He is trulye a keeper.

Mistress needwinenow, is thine hysband some sort of soothsayer? He seems uncommonly familiar with the passage of rain and sun. I beg you beware, bad things may happen to those who see the future.

Indeed Mistresse @EducatingArti and @FuzzyPuffling I know not whether it is soothsaying, butte in the 30 years I have beene married to him he has an irritayting habit of beynge rightte. It is very vexing.

I woulde notte chaynge him though....

Mine offspring hath declared a desire to travel unto Gloucester on the morrow to witness the rolling of a roundel of cheese down a hill. What folly is this? Surely tis better to go to the merchant Morrison or squire Tesco and barter for a double Gloucester than to risk breaking thy neck on such a chase.

@MrsMoastyToasty - It do be the thrill of the chase that exciteth him so. Personally, l feeleth that the time spent by men chasing rounds of cheese, could be occupied bettereth. And they all attend the hostelry afterwards.

I have been banished to a nunnery, for really outing reasons I’ll not go into here, and the other nuns are really horrible to me. AIBU to think they are jealous?

Very probably. A wimple dost not suit everybodye.
Hast thine husbande sodded offe with a yonger model?

Yes. In franknesse the nunnery is preferable.

Embrace ye sisterhood. And ye gruel.
And getting stucke into ye gardeninge.