To think that middle aged women are really a bit pointless?

[Hullygully]

What is the point of them?

Really?

We shall have to give serious thought to just who is admitted to HRT Island and who is shoved over board en route

Indeed. I think we should ban all of them for not being middle aged enough.

Neck to ankle control pants?? Giving endless amounts of money to grown up dc's who seem to still manage to go out drinking but can eat or pay their bills??

You could flounce to the other thread. But don't - at the moment they seem to think we're all young. Let them, do. I feel all spritely.

They'll all be sorry.

Where were we going again?

I can't quite remember. Hold on, I'll just check my list.

You need MA Sat Nav. With a Cath Kidston cover, voiced by Victoria Wood.

I am the invisible woman - but only since I have become middle aged.

Did we bring the thermos? It's a bit nippy.

I've got a thermos with me. Not paying cafe prices.

Hully, I see the error of my ways. I feel partially responsible for this sorry mess. Now all is lost. Anarchy indeed. Middle aged anarchy

Have you all brought your spare tena pads?

I'm coming! I can be trusted! I've chaaaaaaaaannnnngeedd...!

Hmm, what do you think, Hully. Shall we be nice (in a middle aged sort of way) and give them a second chance?

Welll

Have they got their Millets jackets against the icy breeze?

Cotton Traders 30% off - shop soiled.

That sounds good, Sue. I've got a pair of those canvasy trousers where the bottom half unzips, just in case the sun comes forth.

Proper tills in shops. Where you chat with the lady as she beeps your shopping and asks you if you have a bag and need help packing.

They will be gone soon

Mine roll up with little velcro bits to hold them at a flattering mid-calf. So handy

Bumper packs of floral notelets?
Bmper pack of notelets with kittens on them?

I apologise for my second spelling on bumper

I always chat to the ladies on the tills in Sainos. I win their trust and sympathy and get them to tell me their woes and how many items they have to get through per minute without the manager telling them to hurry up and why the manager is a spotty 17 yr old git and why Sainos stinks. Then I tell them I work for Head Office.

That's a bit mean, isn't it?

Of, not on.

I give up.

Wine o clock?

I have notelets with cups of tea on them. Actual arty shots of brown tea in a cup

It's sherry round here. A nice schooner. With some salted peanuts.