Tea room 22- A Farmhouse kitchen, anyone for a cuppa?

[UniS]

Welcome to the 22nd incarnation of the tea room. This time we are watching for spring from a cosy farmhouse kitchen. There is an aga for baking virtual cakes and an inglenook with toasty fire and settles to rest weary bones on. The distressed chintz sofa and footstool have arrived safe and sound and the priest hole is around here somewhere. On the Window sill is an aspidistra its pot surrounded by a hand holding circle of nearly naked mohawk babies, they have placards and a brazier.

Outside in the surrounding fields can be found the tea room horses, Earl and Lady Grey, also a herd of bison AND a Ha Ha to keep the bishops from invading.

Usual rules apply, no fisticuffs, if you want an argument go else where. Mellors the butler / game keeper will supply all sorts of things on request. Welcome Mums of one, none or many to the tea room of requirement.

Mary- what have you won??
I've seen Mr Men.

I've seen Mr Bean.

oooo, tea - those are lovely! but for me the necklines I like don't match the patterns I like - shame. Blue neckline is my favourite - but not my colour. I'd quite like the white one with small black print (if it had the blue neckline...)

I haven't watched Mad Men either.

Had my first minicreme egg yesterday - never as good as the big ones but I still wouldn't say no!

Boy turns 5 in March? Scary, huh - I was filling in my nieces' birthdays in my new diary last week and wrote the wrong age in for the middle one - only realised when I did the youngest! Oops.

I have seen Mad Max, Men Behaving Badly, Mr Men and Mr Bean. but not Mad Men. Is it good?

UniS - I think Mary has been drinking wine, not winning - was it good wine, Mary?

I think we are all morphing in this Tea Room:
we have Tea and Tee and Techno

we have UniS and UnS...
maybe we shall, in time, form one blob of joy!

crikey re no bare feet and acupuncture. Another vote for slippers, and those lovely teenty bean filled animal microwave hot water bottles

I am tempted by a Slanket but I know that OxBLoke would laugh and laugh and laugh until he was ill and then probably move out

I make break in a maker, it is still variable - how do you know if it eats electricity?

Have you tried switching on the breadmaker and then watching the dials on the electricity meter whizzing round? I believe there are plug-in gizmos which measure your energy consumption for you, but then they must use energy.

::big fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite em, and little fleas have lesser fleas and so ad infinitum::

All hot water bottles are divine. I can't quite bring myself to get a slanket but am planning on a lovely furry throw when I get my new sofas.

::thread morphs into Good Housekeeping-meets-Property and DIY::

Disappeared into priest's room. What gives people the right to tell others I have asperger syndrome? I say WHEN I say WHO!

Oh Mary - who has done that and where? In RL? not good.

IRL and at church. And by a person in a position of responsibility

Can you take it up with them or their superior or is that not possible? I should imagine you're feeling pretty betrayed at the moment though. WHY are people so bloody insensitive?!

Have some luscious chocolate cake as well - am just about to make some in RL in my shiny new mixer, so you can have a virtual taster.

They told the person who is temporarily in charge whilst we have no vicar. Which I would have done when I felt read and IF I felt ready. I feel like its been done behind my back, I've been talked about, and no-one has had the balls to tell me they had done this. I only found out because I asked "does X know?"

I am not a child, why treat me as such? Surely its up to me? And if they thought that person ought to know, why not discuss it with me first?

My gut reaction is "My position is untenable. I resign". But I never allow a gut reaction until I've had chance to calm down. Plus I've had a couple of glasses of wine.

This is not the first time my trust has been betrayed either

Oh Mary :(. I'm so sorry to hear that, what a completely [%$$%#$#%$!!!] thing to do. Words really fail me. :(:(:(

Here, have a Priest Room of Requirement with Everything Comforting You Need. ((((HUG))))? Or whatever works for you?

God, how utterly condescending of them to tell the locum vicar - it's entirely up to you whether or not you feel that person needs to know!
Am very on your behalf, it's completely relegating you to a position of not being in charge of your own life and destiny - de-adulting you, if you like. So rude and wrong!

And in case anyone wants to know, I don't take sugar. [bangry]

I am currently considering my options. I think unless something gets sorted and quickly, I'll request a period of time away, and see how it goes. [bbear]

That's useful to know in the tea department, Mary! (and yes, I did get the reference and understand your )

Yes its important to know in a tea room, who doesn't and doesn't like sugar in their tea [bgrin]

(these burruns night smileys are freaky!)

Oh Mary - Throughout my life I have always suffer a little bit from depression and like you I do so prefer people not to tell each other about it and sort of find out themselves on a need to know basis!

Having said that in my young foolish days I was head over heels with a bloke who became my chosen big bro so generally I prefer to leave my gushy and lightheaded thoughts about him in a foggy and distant place. However, for you I will bring to light one moment. One night I put a spelling error in a text I sent to him and fell to the floor in slightly drunk but earnest horror because I realsied two seconds after pressing send. "Don't worry," my equally tipsy mate informed me "He will never know because he is very dyslexic." I am sure he would rather I hadn't been told like that but to be fair it was quite true and very useful for me to know at that given moment.

Could (am I clutching at straws?) it be that it was useful information for the Vicar to give out at that moment in time?

realsied - suffer

I am also reminded of a moment when I was supermarket shopping with my Dad (both of us haven't got a clue becuase it is Beer in our house and my Mum in his house that do the shopping so we needed a lot of staff support iyswim).

We said to a young lady working in the shop "Excuse me where will we find the sugar?" "I know, she delightedly beamed, wait here and I will get it for you." She smiled lots more and went off to get it.

Two seconds later an old lady who also worked for the shop came over to us and said "That girl is a bit special needs. She is enthusiastic but gets everything wrong. If she brings back the wrong thing please be understanding and rest assured I will get the right thing for you."

Two more seconds later and back comes the young one with the sugar and we thanked her greatly.

She did the job and we were pleased - we had no need to know anything about her academic achievements and both my Dad and I said in the car afterwards that we didn't like the old woman talking to us like that about the young and very nice member of staff.

If the vicar said it in that tone - I AM FURIOUS!!!!

P.S - I have done NOTHING all day on account of discovering India Knight's blog...

AIBU????????????

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and I know it!

It wasn't the vicar, it was the church warden, who gave this info to a vicar who essentially has oversight for the parish, given that we no longer have our own vicar. So in your analogy of your friend, it would be more like giving the info to a boss, rather than a friend. As I don't have to work with him, day to day, it is unlikely he would need to know I have AS unless there was a problem. And usually, if I tell people myself, I qualify it by explaining how it does and doesn't affect me. The CW does not have this knowledge of me (despite me having told her a few times).

That supermarket situation is dreadful!

Thinking of Amber... I presume she's in with the Doc now...

Hello!

Mary I am appalled on your behalf. I have a plethora of mental and physical health problems and would be having words with anyone who passed that info along without my permission.

Here at Teeville, LCT has yet another infection, or perhaps the continuation of the last one. So more ABs for a small boy. Of course a cinnamon bun and a cuppa (for mama) after the horrors of ears and throat looking helped immensely!

Poor LCT :(

Perhaps I've said too much on here...

[grr] for you, Mary. People are stupid.