to have forgotten what went with frangipan?

[Hullygully]

Skips prettily about the vast empty potentiality of the empty Hall and awaits.

Calm yourself, woman

Good Lord, the things one stumbles across looking for pictures of Johnny with which to cheer Hully

and boggles at keira getting funed.

Well I am just home from extended bank holiday hospital trip. And evryone is leaving...

Dh has done washing. I can't find anything.

blimey!

Why hospital Pagwaaaaaaaaaaaatch? Was it some over-enthusiastic bank holiday funing?

Why do schools set holiday homework? Haven't I got enopugh to do?

Paggy - why hospital? Not more cosmetic work?

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What holiday homework have the children you got to do?

Pag is a fox. Foxy lady.

Posters. Hate posters, why the fuck do they have to make posters about sodding rocks and stuff? Like it makes it more interesting. And an autobiography. So difficult to write with an authentic child's tone...

Hague thread might turn out fun..

There were none of that in my day. And I remember ingenious, metaphorical and sedentary rock despite the absence of posters.

I do find PowerPoint to be a blessing for posters though.

ingenious rocks.

Well they have to be these days, don't they?

Sedentary rocks!

Rock rocks

Might have to put your sedentary rocks on one of the fatty threads...

The ingenious rocks are cunningly hiding.

Holiday homework is the work of the devil. Bad teachers. Bad!

Paggirl was mighty poorly. Chest infection led to asthma, led to pneumonia, led to not breathing and general lying around, led to late night A&E and several days on a camp bed watching her lips blue up every now and again. Fun all around.
She is crap at this breathing malarky.

But she is much recovered and all blooming again so is home in bed eating cookies.

I am funing and trying to match socks and find gym kit which I promised myself I would not leave festering until the day before school starts...

Pag - I knew it would be something like that - my levity is invariably misplaced. Pore ol you and pore ol Paggirl. DS (great strapping 13 yr old) regularly gets virus induced asthma/croup and we have many fun hospital dashes.

Bloody kids, nothing but worry and stress.

Pore ol ds had his first day at new school on Tues. The night before he was terribly worried about two spots, so I packed em with salt and put plasters on em (IT WORKS). One of the plasters was overhanging his lip, so I carefully cut it - and his lip. Blood everywhere. Pore ol ds was terribly sweet but awfully forlorn. I didn't sleep all night, making up plausible scenarios to explain why his mother had scissored his lip.

Hully - your levity is not misplaced at all... I popped on here for some cheering up.

So did they believe the old 'I was just cutting a nearby plaster' excuse

It was okay in the morning, just a bit unpleasantly cold soreish...

Ds now wandering about in a daze, no idea where he is supposed to be, or go, or do. Surely, I said lovingly this morning, they told you where to go for the start of the day today?

They said lots of things, said DS, but they said so much and it was so boring that I didn't listen. You wouldn't have listened either.

So that's all right then.

Pore ol' Paggirl indeed. Easy breathing is underrated by so many. Glad to hear she is much improved. I believe cookies are recommended as an adjunct to salbutamol by the British Thoracic Society.

And Pore ol' HullyBoy. Just cos you have a thing for Dear Johnny there's no need to go all Scissorhands on us.

If I may join the Train of Woe, UmBoy has been vomiting and pooing copiously since the Bank Holiday, and refusing to eat anything other than breastmilk and the occasional yoghurt. He has finally had some food today, and the bodily fluids have eased up, so I do believe he is on the mend.

I send him healing vibes.

Go look at the Hague limericks.

Thank you for vibes.

Willy Hague thread is fabulous. It is a veritable platter or serious sandwiches.

Pics too, now. Pink pants and all.

Lawks, 'tis the end of the thread. To whom shall we all be married?

Why, Johnny of course. Let us all marry him together in his many incarnations, in a sort of nod to the Hindu.