to be irritated beyong belief and bored senseless by those who impose thier 'parenting journey' on others, usually in form of smug articles or (even worse) bleeding blogs?

[moondog]

No, thoguht i wasn't.

As youse were.

Arf!

Sorry, I probably shouldn't laugh.

YANBU btw. But I just don't read them.

What's peed you off then?

Oh nowt.
I am in default curmudgeon mode.
As always.

Aye, who gives a crap. Well said.

Knobserver, take note!!!!

MMOC,I asked you on other thread how all was chez you lot?
So, how is it?

Sorry moony i missed that!

I'm well, we're well, (apart from the stonking great zit on the side of my nose, but apart from that... I look like this but with a red bit missing:

Is your man still in foreign parts?

You do make me giggle with your curmudgeonliness.

Oh dear.
Muffle with fetching winter scarf.

He is indeed.
And how is your lovely man and offspring?

Once on a heaving Ryanair flight there was a family in front of me - mother dealing with 2 fractious small children while the father whipped out his laptop and started a document called "Holiday Blog". I wanted to tell him to fuck right off.

Did you read it hassled?
How unbearably irritatiing.

I did try my hardest but he was diagonally in front of me - other side of the aisle, and I couldn't make the text out. Plus, I'd had the G&T I have to have to ensure the plane doesn't crash and it was still early.

Holiday blog my arse indeed. I don't get this whole blogging marlarkey. I mean, writing a diary is all well and good, but do you really want to read the diary of someone else? Really, most lives are just not that interesting.

(DS is good thanks, in the way that only an 8 year old boy can be We've had a wall knocked down, that's my exciting news. New kitchen... I've bored the property people on here senseless already...!)