Mid 30's TTC--Gin Palace Two: Spawn of the BESH

[SarahAbroad]

Hey all...

Hope this thread name is okay...just moved the Gin Palace around the corner before we ran out of space!

See you soon. The bar's open!

I don't ask people to take their shoes off but generally they do anyway. Which then leaves them with dirtier socks than shoes as I am a slattern trying to build up my immune system.

ps I like dogs. I'll go and throw balls in the courtyard.

I don't mind the dogs in the courtyard, but, frankly, the weather's just too grim to be contemplated. (And now, apparently, the National Metereological people have said, "Whoops. Turns out it isn't going to be a barbecue summer after all. Some unexpected weather patterns....") I'll be staying inside today, ladies.

I'm withholding comment on whether shoes ought to be worn or taken off in my house. Otherwise, you'd have to hear what a mess I am. (You never would have guessed otherwise....)

extreme--sorry things were so shit for you.

VAG--camelback for knitting. I LOVE it! Hope things are looking a bit brighter for you.

Just realised ski is on holiday. No wonder things have been quiet here. She's usually one of the rowdies....

VAG I meant to say - your house sounds lovely. No outside clothes in the bedroom - just like a v expensive spa! [wistful emoticon] I dream of having a gleaming house unpolluted by London filth but I'm just not disciplined enough. Any child of mine will have to develop an immune system able to stand up to bubonic plague. In theory, I'm totally with you: because I have to spend most of my time out of London, I really notice it when I come back - how much dirtier my hair gets when I wash it, how grubby bags get when you go on the tube. My only 'clean' thing is that I refuse to touch the handrails on the escalators and always press crossing buttons with my elbow. Sadly I am such a slattern the rest of the time, this is like putting armbands on the Titanic. But out in the countryside I get a bit 'a speck of dirt never hurt anyone' - despite probably getting just as much pollution via fertilisers, farm by-products, etc [fig makes note to get more Flash at the supermarket]

hag laughed out loud at IDGAFIUAUON. Why has no one used that? It's GENIUS. I find it fascinating because they get their knickers in a twist about things I've never even considered before, let alone formed an opinion on. And then they get so savage! Is quite scary sometimes - am glad we're so live and let live here...

Sarah ace! cats in the bar: perfect for a grey, wet day like today. I like the way the Gin Palace mutates from a cosy village pub at one end, to a chic cocktail swilling bar at the other, via a spa.

Which one of you is doing the hotpot, btw? I would like to stay for a pub lunch, now I'm here.

London = black snot. Much nicer up here in the not-so-grim north.

Hotpot's off today, steak and ale pie ok for you instead fig?

or you could stray down to the other end for some black olive and anchovy topped bruschetta or smoked salmon & caviar blinis. Up to you really.

Eating's cheating.

figster - as I said before, I have ishoos! - however there are many other things I am a slattern about eg cleaning bathroom when it's furry and not before.

Also I never tidy anything or throw anything out

I have a cleaner.if I didn't we would probably all be dead by now.

I booked cleaners to blitz my house before we move out, and - typical english woman - found myself apologising on the phone for having to employ cleaners at all to swill out my filth to a standard that my landlord wouldn't complain about. Cleaning Tsar woman (she runs a veritable empire of scrubbers, so to speak) wasn't having any of it. 'Oh, don't worry,' she said, breezily. 'There's no shame in getting the professionals in - we have chemicals and industrial equipment.'

and also

^ moving into new house soon - observing closely differing opinions as to shoe-removal so as to know which law to enforce. Would in theory say 'new broom sweep clean' however that is so laughably far from the truth I've swallowed my tongue.

It's 11.36. Is that too early for lunch?

Yeah I apologise to my cleaner every week.she laughs at me.apparently if I was less of a slattern extremely houseproud she would be out of a job.

And I buy her a very nice Xmas pressie.and the house is big,and she does our office too,and I'm a (part time) working mum that is stressed and knackered and...

oh I'll admit it.I am utterly shit at anything domestic godessy.don't even cook anymore (fella is great cook,took over completely when I had really bad morning sickness and I've only cooked about twice since I do occasionally order pizza tho)

as a demo of my domestic godlessness I just found my son attempting to drink a bottle of baby oil,I only noticed cos he said 'mmm yummy'

Hi ladies - I have a cleaner because I'm a lazy cow and I hate cleaning the loo.

I cleaned our spare bathroom (oooh get me!) yesterday and made a point of congratulating blokey for being such a neat wee-er. His brother had used loo once and there was a little dried yellow lake at the back of the loo.

My (arsehole of a) BIL (other one) not only pees all over the loo but also all over the floor and refuses point blank to clean the bathroom. Tosser. I would not remain married to a man who thought cleaning the toilet was my job. The fact that he cannot use the toilet properly adds further insult. Am not sure how my sister puts up with him.

Oooh who'd have thought this bile could come out of a simple loo story?

Combining our two current themes of cleaning and dogs, I prefer people not to take their shoes off in my house because their socks/feet would then come into contact with the thick pelt of orange dog fur that covers the carpet

I'd be mortified if anyone attempted to actually sit on the floor, they would look like a wookie when they got up . Clearly not a great environment in which to raise a baby. Good thing I'm not SWI then.

I swear to Dog that I make DH vacuum every week, it fills the Dyson twice, what more can I do? Has to be more to life than hoovering every other day?

I have a 2 black cats and only carpets upstairs and they fill the dyson twice a week.

Plus they give you a filthy look when you get the dyson out - maybe its true what they say....

Dogs have owners and cats have staff

I don't have a cleaner, I'm my own scrubber. Every week I moan about cleaning, every week the boyf offers to get a cleaner, but he knows I just couldn't. I feel a sense of achievement once its done (weirdo), plus I'd be one of those nutters who cleaned before cleaner arrived.

Plus no animals, no kids, the boyf is slightly more OCD than me, so we don't create much mess.

The boyf doesn't clean the toilets as he "knows what goes down there".

Mind you, give me the marigolds & a toilet over the ironing (which the boyf does) any day!

Paul O'Grady used to be a cleaner. He said he used to spray furniture polish onto the phone reciever, then sit on his arse for the rest of his shift.

Employer then smells the polish next time they use the phone and goes 'oooh look, the cleaner's even cleaned the phone' and is impressed with job. Or something.

Maybe in fact he is a celebrity cunt?

Friend's sister has a cleaner and says that the cleaner does jobs she's never ever done herself such as pulling furniture out and cleaning behind it.

Now that would be luxury. One of my other friends had a cleaner when she was 23, single and living in a studio flat. The cleaner used to pick up her pants and put them in the washing machine

I used to have a cleaner. She cleaned the skirting boards and everything. [sigh] Then we moved and now live in chaos while we've been having work done and I seem to have forgotten that now we don't have a cleaner it means we need to do it. I clean when we have visitors. We don't have many

I clean when we have visitors too! (Thank goodness, I was getting a bit twitchy about this conversation!). I stupidly made friends with an aggressive uber-clean neighbour though, so I am in constant turmoil when she comes to the front door. It doesn't make me clean anymore than usual, it just means I can never relax in my filth!

On dogs: Dogs are ace! I'd have one if I had any amount of outside space for it! Mean dog haters - BAH!

On shoes/ no shoes debate: I've been wearing my wellies indoors today. They were nice and warm! I don't mind the shoes off policy but it does freak me out when the carpet/ floor is dirtier than my shoes. My friend is with a swedish bird. She used to make us take our shoes off in her scutty flat. The carpet was more rancid than the floor in a soho porn-cinema type place. Even when drunk I was aware of it.

You may notice I am jolly today, so if anyone wants to make my ears bleed like I did to you yesterday, feel free!! (Sorry about the pathetic attention grabbing by the way. I'm much better now!)

Apologies to wildfig and other considerate dog-owners. I do tar you all with the same brush.

What does IDGAFIUAUON stand for?

Should actually have been IDGAFIYABUON

I Don't Give A Fuck If You Are Being Unreasonable Or Not.

Was quite impressed fig got it.

That area of mn scares me.

Really wish I knew when I ov'd this month.have realised that I have been secretly convinced I'm pg despite having neg results on early tests (which I was stupid to do I know)

however today have been feeling rubbish,and this eve have started feeling like RTOD about to descend...

Just feel all over the place.there's about a week where,y'know mucous n stuff showed that I could've been ov'ing,did as much SWI as poss tho had the auto immune thing surface in the middle.

Soooo I don't know if I'm about to come only if (fucking if )was pg it's still soon enough after ov to be implanting....

Oh it's all a load of shit it really is.am utterly fucked off.just realised that if mc hadn't happened I would be 6 months pg now (tho I was actually not pg with anything viable,and the bit that was gonna be a baby didn't go past 5 weeks the rest of the fucking pregnancy progressed so to my knowledge I was 12 weeks pg)

aaargh aargh fucking aaargh I am so fed up.

And sorry to be such a wanker,am lucky to have mani,I just fucking hate this.it is turning me into a proper mentallist!!!

And I'm pretty sure anyone in the palace passed out in a heap some time ago so forgive me if I help myself to the tequila...