Is it all a race to the finish?

[Lottora]

I worked for around twenty years to get where I am. Few people could say the same. I read mumsnet and see people complaining, yet I never have a complain.

I seem to have a pretty normal life. From the time I wake up, to the time I take my afternoon nap, I'm focussed on my task.

If it's a race to the finish, and the winner gets what, then why are you still here?

scurry - maybe the OP meant Complan - the all-in-one soupy shakey stuff for malingerers.

He/she has been working so hard for 20 years, that there has been no time to chuck a sickie and spend all day in bed spooning Complan and sipping lucozade.

Do you remember those big bottles of Lucozade that came wrapped in crackly yellow cellophane? I used to cut out circles of it to stick on my NHS specs so I could see what life would be like if everything was a bit more yellowy.

Yes, yellow cellophane = day off school.

Yes OP it is a race and don't forget you don't win silver - you lose gold.

Trouble is, it just made one's vomit a shade of cirrhosis yellow-orange.

I used to enjoy a bit of powdered glucose stirred into warm water. I'd also have to have a massive pile of Whizzer and Chips comics, a few Look and Learns and one of those cut-out paper dolls where you had to cut out all of her clothes with the little tabs for bending over the shoulders.

Nothing like a day off school (after the explosive D&V had died down, of course)

"I worked for around twenty years to get where I am."

You're on Mumsnet. It took me 2 minutes.

I WIN.

Lucozade was the only pop I ever got to drink as a child.

Bloody hippy parents.

Nic - my raspberries are are lovely. AS WELL YOU KNOW.

I think everyone can say that they worked to get where they are.

I've worked for 37 years to get where I am.

My dad has worked for 56 years to get where he is.

My eldest son has worked for 12 years to get where he is.

What's your point?

This thread needs a

Thing is, the OP has not told us where "where I am" is.

He/she could have spent the last 20 years stuffing bodies under their patio slabs and now they're banged up in the Scrubs, doing 30 - life with no reprieve.

"From the time I wake up" = slopping out time

"Afternoon nap" = quiet time in cell before egg and chips on an aluminium platter, followed by lights out

"Focused on my task" = sewing mail bags and digging tunnel through cell wall using plastic fork.

Based on the OP I could make a good guess where the OP is...

Was your guess the same as mine The Magnificent?

Talc. You're on fire today.

My favourite bit of the OP is "and the winner gets what"

WhT?

I don't understand

Ta Shirley - it's okay, I've put out all the smouldering embers now

That'll teach me to try and singe off excess eyebrows over the gas ring.

Loving this thread....nothing to add other than I'm enjoying a giggle. Some of these responses are so funny

In my guess, talc, it is cold and dark and rather noisy from all the hooves trotting over the roof as they pass to the rich grass beyond.

What, one of those subterranean lavvies you find outside Victorian municipal parks?

Dan, Dan the Lavatory Man?

I suppose you could use it as a toilet

Sorry, I'm still a little tired.

When it's a race to the finish, if the winner gets what, I don't understand what everyone is on mumsnet complaining about, since I've never had a complain.

That's about it. Take it as you will.

What a disturbing image, TMB.

The bridge appears to suffering from and advanced case of molluscum contagiosumand the goats look a little more than a bit hacked off.

Goodness knows what Leon Brittan, the ex-Tory Chancellor, is doing kipping in the water there.

Ah. Thanks for the clarification.

what does the winner get? I don't want a what, I'd rather have a when

Are you alright there Lottora?

Your post still doesn't make any much sense.

Well that's cleared that one up then.

I know how I'm taking it

I've never had a complaint either.

In fact, I am jealous of all those who do have a complaint. It's not fair. something ought to be done about it.

Shit.