We're All Going To IBESHA: Last minute budget holiday fun for 30s TTC. Pack your string bikini and your oversized shades and get on board.

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Last call for flight SWI101 to Shagaluff. Sangria laced with folic acid on tape. Fake tanned Club reps will be dishing out the 2 for 1 cocktails, dressed in nothing but the most miniscule budgie smugglers. The pit will be manned by sleazy but virile Spanish waiters to provide your every need. Lets see the summer out in BESHley style, IE: starting a bar fight, drinking the place dry and falling over in a heap at the end of the night.

Ok, mousegate update. Smell was almost gone yesterday morning. Vey odd. Then I blew my nose and smell was stronger, but definitely not as strong as Friday.* We ripped our bedroom apart again, as the smell is definitely worse around the bed (unfortunately on my side)

It must be to do with the temp in the house as you say mousepoo Is your bedroom above the kitchen or any warm part of the house? As the heat rises through the floorboards perhaps it is wafting it upwards Don't blame you for going away for a bit.

occers hmm repeat after me: "time spent with friends with nippers will be lovely" its hard but just have to disassociate them from your own situation. I always give myself a good talking to before hand esp with my one friend who's child is the apple of my eye and exactly how I would hope my own daughter would turn out. Bittersweet as pol said, Its a tricky one and no mistake.

Just had to leave the allotment as the guy in the next plot has his kids down*, they are quite sweet but the one lad has the MOST annoying whiney voice, all his sentences have that drawn out dip in the last syllable which end on a high note and is a bit typical of the local accent round here. If I ever do manage to get diffed I think we might have to move before it learns to speak :(
*actually it was too hot and i am too lazy :o

"whose" goddammit

Funnily enough salad is above the kitchen, and I think that probably explains a lot.

Am v of your allotment. I love the idea of getting away from the house, having a little shed and just pottering about. Mind you, I wouldn't know what on earth to do in said allotment, except potter. I keep threatening to grow veg in our garden but the soil is not v deep (lots of building rubble underneath) so I think raised veg boxes are the order of the day and I can never get round to doing it. Esp as we rent and don't know how long we will be here. Mind you, we've been here 6 years already. Trouble is I am desperate to move and TG is not. And he hates moving house or indeed any change whatsoever.

GAH! Salad is not above our kitchen... or at least, not that I'd noticed. But our bedroom is.

I am pol You just haven't noticed me cleverly secreted in the back of the wardrobe :o

Don't be ious of the allotment, it is fab but an awful lot of work, esp at this time of year when the weeds are rampant and all I really want to be doing is preserving stuff. (what I really need is to be unemployed for a few months each summer) I share it with a friend but the last few years she has either been away all summer or very busy and I feel a bit abandoned (the boy is not interested) Frankly I would much rather have a back garden I could grow things in, unfortunately our yard is tiny and doesn't get the sun. You don't need to build raised beds if you think you might be moving, loads of things can be grown in tubs, troughs or straight into grow bags. Like toms, carrots, lettuce etc. There is loads of stuff on the internet and in books about growing in limited space. Start small and just build up each year as you grow in confidence (bah bum tchhhh)

Anyway back from cake tasting (feeling slightly sick) and have brought you all some victoria sponge with butter icing, some pecan and maple tart and lemon and almond tart.

mmmmmmm, cake.

I think the friends' kids will be fun and lovely and as 2 out of 3 are too small to talk will probably remind me why I'm so scared of being left in sole charge of a baby to bring up. Could just do without droid in the middle.

Ha I am rubbish with babies but love toddlers. My mum is the other way round so I am planning on farming mine out to her and getting it back at about 12 months old when it starts to get interesting :o Thats is if I manage to get diffed before she is too decrepit to look after it (which is looking increasingly unlikely)

Anyway I am told "its different when its your own" but helping my sis change my DN1 for the first time belies that :o

ps - ridiculous symptom No.83 - I have indigestion therefore I must be diffed have eaten to much cake.

Hi Hags.

Hope all well???

Nipple tweaks all round.

Off to cook chinese food.

Ooo, I am enjoying having these 2WOOFL companions. Lettuce, indigestion means that only are you a differ, but your baybee has a lustrous head of interuterine hair. TRUFAX!

Ocs I am ver about the ghastly concatenation of droid + children. That is not nice timing. Around the droid time I become positively light-fingered around the more charming offspring of family and friends. Hope you'll be OK pal, and if not, then the Palais open all hours for fish-slaps of course

I am interested in this temping business. I had a ferret around for my cervix the other day (low and firm, which apparently signifies non-diffage); I have wondered whether to add temping to the whole shebang but fear it might tip me over the edge (obviously I am a looooooong way from the edge at present).

No more symptoms here other than that I nearly killed a man with my bare hands in Selfridges; he bumped into me and my buzzwams hurt A LOT. But - pliz not to get excite - I often have the most agonised norks with PMT, to the extent that turning over in bed requires a winch to prevent nipple/sheet chafing, so I am not rilly convinced...

x-post: Salty my old mucker! How's tricks? Are they good? Chinese food-cooking ver' impressive...

PS Lozza! Lozzle! Where are you? We need FAX!

woooohooo! salty give us a go on yer prawn crackers.

HB My cervix is also low and firm so yeah i am sticking to the cake causing the indigestion story and thats final Think temping is the shizzle at the mo, I'm using to corroborate all the other 'signs' - it provides a frame work IYSWIM. BUT I haven't been doing it very long and it does make you a bit menkul. Had a chat with chef friend about being a bit obsessed due to temping and charting in general and she said not to beat myself up about it but just focus on it all for a few months and if that doesn't work then take a different tack. Wise words I spose (not sure I can think of a 'different tack' tho? )

Where is LLpossiblebeanintum FGS? Having a life no doubt :(

Evening all. More delightful rain here - pitter patter pitter patter. Whoosh whoosh whoosh. Mad mad menkul menkul - that's me that is. Then tomorrow gales and rough sea and more gales. Huzzah.

Pol, let's hope the mouse doesn't take long. In my vast experience of decomposing rodents, they don't take too long but they are very stinky for a short while. Caravan sounds good.

I too have a small crap backyard. Pots are great and I have a couple of raised flowerbeds and I compost everything I can. This goes into the said pots and the great thing about it is that random veg are always springing up out of the compost, like tomatoes and courgettes and squashes. It's quite exciting really.

Back to the book - I went to Eyam once and became obsessed with the Plague. There was also a very good book written by Jill Paton Walsh called A Parcel of Patterns, written in the first person by a local lass. Very moving. So I shall read the one you've suggested IcebergLettuce.

In TTC news, well, nothing really. Had Teh Secs yesterday though it was far too late and therefore pointless

I have a caravan blush . It's lovely though.

Oh dear.

1. That should have been

1. Referring to it wasn't a come on to Aries

Tho if she wants to.....

Whoargh. Come on then.

I don't live in a lighthouse no. I live in a dark damp cold granite cottage that in the summer people believe to be picturesque and during the winter no one will visit due to the ambient temperature.

I'd visit you in Winter! I never get cold, even when not diffed but I'm bloody BOILING now.

Last time when diffed I made MrStew sleep under duvet, dressing gown and TWO polo neck jumpers while I slept on top of duvet, nekkid, windows wide open with snow falling outside.

He's a delicate flower...

Feck. have just burned fingertips in boiling oil. Feck. Feck.

owwweeeeeeeee

Oooh salty. Wipe it off then get em under the tap. Don't want another post from you for at least 10 minutes while you're holding them there...

Oh Salty 10-15 minutes under cold water MINIMUM (and I know that because I've just watched Masterchef...)

PS No-one is allowed a lezza love-in in a lighthouse with me. UNDERSTOOD? Yeah.

With you? or Without you?

and you give yourself away, and you give yourself away....