Evening all.
DD has stropped off to her Dad's. He is welcome to an evening of drama llama-ing.
Water, I'm really sorry about all you are going through with DS. It doesn't get any easier as they get older, does it? The thing is, you have to take it seriously when they talk about harming themselves, even if you are pretty sure they wouldn't actually do it - just in case. Hugs.
I, too, would not have been AF in the face of Camembert in a box with redcurrant jelly. I'm not sure I'd have shared the Camembert with anyone, either.
Longest, I did laugh at the idea of you being sold all the crafty tat after your DDs have made it. Reminds me of many school fairs which involved DD (who was little and sweet then) buying back all the crap of hers that I had donated. Her happiest moment was winning a teddy bear of a size that could only ever make a parental heart sink.
Fortunately my DP seems unbothered by my lack of, um, assets. I suppose he's just glad to have a girlfriend who has never said no to a shag.
Sorry about your cold, Madame. If you haven't had one for a while, you forget how annoying they are. French vets definitely sound less extortionate than English ones; I hope your cat bounces back.
Frouby, you are doing well!!!! I've not bought a single present yet.
Lentil curry tonight as DD isn't here. It's out of a tin. I know how to live.
Not AF, because I am relaxing. There's always an excuse.