The femmes fatales of the BESH are lying back and thinking of England

[maamalady]

As witches and pumpkins become old hat, the BESH are scrubbing up well in salute to James Bond in general and Skyfall in particular. Put on your slinky cocktail dresses and stiletto heels, grab a Martini, and start schmoozing with well-dressed secret agents.

Insta-diffs will be shot with a quip but without a qualm. Anyone else wanting to join can dodge a few bullets post the BESHtionnaire.

I have :)

Morning all

Droid finished and should ov in about a week. Anyone care to take a punt on how many times Husband will do sechs with me? (hint - 0 is not an unlikely guess)

Will he spoff in a cup and let you syringe it in?

Slept appallingly badly last night after too rich a dinner yesterday. And then woke early to hear torrential rain - v distressing as the throws from the sofa are still out on the line. WHY didn't I bring them in? WHY?

Probably not norf. Even though he probably wastes gallons of it when I'm not around. We get on so well and he's great in every other way but utterly shit at that.

Rubbish about your throws. You going to have to wash them again? Hope the dinner was worth the insomnia.

Am about to head to work, since July 2 people from my small team have been taken off to be put on attachments and one has gone sick with stress. Shit.

I'm not sure - I'm hoping a quick spin cycle will get them dry enough to hang out again The ILs are coming for lunch tomorrow and I want clean-looking fresh-smelling sofas! Bastard mud-loving cats.

Why doesn't he want to do the sechs?

Morning to those who have no life worf living! (And those who are not cvnts!)

One of my cousins had the bloody annoying one with the short night and life worth living. I didn't get too irate, because I didn't read to the end. And they're generally vom-inducing. But now I have read it to the end I am appalled.

Yay for the business in car signs, but I don't have car, shall I tack one to the back of my bike? Oh and please do, euro the doll had down in the back. It would be GOOD.

I'll go with an optimistic twice, winkly. Because I think he should

Oh, and we're clearly still in summer time, it is 8am on a Saturday and we're up, post-sechsing. And to answer to my colleague (who wondered how one fills the sprogless weekends, if you recall), I intend to drag SB to a caf for brunch and Saturday papers. I might swim and then cook and bake.

Oh and I am menkulling, and at counselling yesterday we discussed hope and despair (get your crayons out if you want to do more by proxy norf) and that hope can be there, if you face your despair and all that shit. But I faced despair and am now damned with unreasonable hope. I am not diffed, am I?

:( about the throws norf. Spinning I always find is the answer. It depends on how bad the torrential was, did it involve mud-slinging?

Ooh, what did you have to draw? Was it a picture of you post miscarriage (sad face), a pic of you as you are now (conflicted face) and a picture of you as you hope to be (happy face)?

Maybe you are diffed. No reason why not.

I am in the bath, like a Topp Bond Gurl. Except with hairier legs.

They are cream throws, lem, naturally. And they look ok from the window, though are just trailing on the floor. I think I need to go out and examine them. They needn't be perfect, just free from all the muddy cat gunk with which they had previously been covered.

Cat gunk replaced by garden gunk. Sounds like an improvement to me.

Actually I am face now. I feel way better and am actually happy (and admitted as much). I had to face the despair that I feel thinking about starting treatment again, I called it a monster that I wanted to hide and then I had to draw it. Quite powerful (even though I was as ever sceptic). So there's two monsters on the dining room table, to be looked at occasionally...

PS I want a bath. SB is out the shower, time for breakfast!

Dunno why he doesn't want sechs. It's been a problem for a fairly long time now. Been having couples therapy but haven't got anything more than 'I'm lazy'. I've lost the will to keep getting knocked back over and over again.

Driz glad you're - even if it is hard to get over the 'woo'ness, seems like the counselling is doing the job. Good luck with the menkulling!

wink you really do have my sympathy with the lack of sechsing on his part. Has he been checked for underlying health problems? Just lazy doesn't sound right. MSB had health problems lowering his libido. Once that was found and treated it became much better although there's much less sechs since I've been diffed

drizz sounds like you're making progress even if some of the exercises make you

norf I assume you are currently in Wales so in some ways you were being a bit optimistic to leave throws out all night and expect it not to rain! I'd rinse and spin them :)

Re the cvnt car signs - I understood they were there for emergency services to know if there might be a baybee in the back if you couldn't tell them. Someone near the rented house we had had a bump on board sign though. There I draw the line!

I think the emergency services thing is an urban myth, faif. People don't remove the signs when kids aren't in the car, for a start. These days seatbelts and carseats are pretty good at containing passengers, and there's no way the emergency services wouldn't check the interior as a matter of course.

Bump on board is particularly awful, I agree!

"Dad's Taxi" always amuses me though - presumably used in cars where adults are chauffeuring their fathers around?

He went and had his blood pressure checked and talked with the docs, but the let him blame it on stress and shift work. Which, frankly, is bollocks.

I agree with the urban myth theory, draff. But it's like faif to think of a not-cvntish explanation. I agree with the checking winkly man for medical ishoos, as it is unusual to be too lazy for sechsing (although this morning I was, and then someone complained I was not very active )

It is hard to get past the wooness. And I hate the fact that clearly these woo-ish or child-ish ways of facing up to my isshoos are helping, where really I am a competent adult and I should be able to deal in a grown up, eminently reasonable way. Oh well... Apparantly not. My counsellor says I am extremely good at the cognitive part of dealing, but it is not enough to handle the Big Emotions that come with BESHy shit. So I get to do things MILES outside my comfort zone. She was well impressed I didn't point blank refuse to draw monsters yesterday. But I was thinking I might as well give it a try (and the scary thing is how much good the three sessions and homework have done me already).

The question is to swim or to make cheese toasties?

His doc let him get away with blaming it on shift work Does he have incredibly physical shift work? Or did he not own up to how bad it was? Becauss it is one thing to have a little lowered libido, but quite another to refuse all sechsing to you wife, with whom you TTCing...

'Xactly drizz. wink did they check his swimmers? They should really have at least checked bloods for stuff like his thyroid

My source of info for the emergency services was MN

You know you can't trust MN except for this fred. But it might mean not all people showing those signs are cvnts, some of them are gullible MNers

Hence me saying I understood rather than saying it was fact

They just checked his blood pressure at that time, I think he probably underplayed the matter a lot. We've not shagged for a whole month!

Just leaving some rasberry cheesecake brownies for the teetotallers. That sounds dreadful. I went on the wagon with the BFP fell off the day after MC, have regained my drinking skills now

Thinking of you all. Droid due here with Bugsy's. We did the deed plenty, just not when the egg came by, as SB was abroad

Thank you. It's kind but I'm not really a cake person in the same way I am a wine person