to think I am awesome and she is a nobber?

[ilythia]

Went to the playground at the beach this morning. It is cold and windy so we had coats and jeans on but barefeet (dd's are like me, you can't walk on sand in shoes!)
Jeans all got sandy, hair very windswept. Walking back to the car we started playing tag on the grass.
I am awesome at tag. The girls cannot catch me, but the grass was slippy and I went down. DD2 yelled 'bundle' and they jumped me, so there we were, the 3 of us, windswept, sandy/muddy jeans, muddy coats, snotty noses, and in hysterics. DD2 had got me in the stomach so I was tickling her on the ground calling her a ratbag.

Woman walks past with her la redoute/boden clad perfect princess and her smart coat and nice shoes and actually tutted at me!!

If I hadn't been so winded I woudl have said something but I just sat like this until she had disappeared.

She was being a cock, right?

Well it made me go and walk the dog down at the beach in a spirit of competitive smuggery, anyway, so that was good. After all the sex, obviously.

Of course she's got a partner - who's bankrolling 'the dream'?

What car do you drive?

Sand & snot covered people do not get in my car.

EVER

Not all of us who live near the sea have such larks as the OP suggests. Mostly we watch Cbeebies and go to Waitrose. No sand betwixt the toes here......And no tutting women.

They need you for the 'how do we tell the kids' ad... and from the beach I took them to...Disney Land. Cool.

YANBU

Could you not have tripped the tuttist up ? And teleased child from Boden hell? I think it was your duty .

In the interests of fairness I declare the sandy snotty show off op and the tutting judgy woman both to be awesome cock nobbers

@Buzz Where did you find her?! Mrs McSmuggy says:

"I believe in the beautiful, the simple, the uncomplicated, the natural, the goodness, the family, the dining table and the little courtesies.
I believe in the sun going down over the garden after a hot summer?s day.
I believe in a warm fire to sit by on a cold December afternoon.
I believe in handmade cotton dresses for my daughter and tiny cotton shirts for my son.
I believe in homemade ice-lollies running down their arms and entire meals that have been picked from the garden.
I believe in childhood and play.
I believe in the dining table.
I believe in the romance of living.
I believe in making my house a home that nourishes anyone who visits or lives in it.
I believe that kindness is strength.
I believe in the Home.
And I believe in Love.
Why?
Because it?s all I can do.
Love, Cherry"

I also believe in the dining table. Mine is real, not imaginary and is currently living happily under a pile of jigsaws, xmas decorations that still need to go in the loft, a hoody, a pile of 'important' papers that need to be sorted and around 20 books. Wow, I'm enjoying the romance of living too.

Love, Slummy x

She lives on a farm in Sussex. That makes it worse, I was hoping it was Connecticut or somewhere but Sussex is more real. Should my life be like this?

She reminds me of Nigella at her FoodPorniest

Cherry you will have teenagers one day.

muhwahaahaahaa haa

I do hope UnquietDad is right! I think I may give up the day job and create my own website like Cherry's - will ask ilythia for tips on display parenting

That "I believe" mantra just reminds me of that embarrassing song by Savage Garden from the 90s. I can't help hearing it when I read that.

@ savage garden though "I Believe" by Robson and Jerome could be a suitable vomit-inducing alternative

@ being accused of smug parenting!

I do love that people think peoplewho live on the coast are at the beach all the time, I am so not. It's a logistical nightmare.

Snapshots people....

Were either of you walking a dog? If so, on/off lead? Info required before verdict can be reached.