Tea Room the Twelfth

[RacingSnake]

Come in, come in, to Tea Room the Twelfth! We now inhabit a rambling log cabin, surrounded by mysterious pine forests and mist-covered mountains (but also, strangely) easily accessible by regulars, new-comers and passing bishops, ferried in by Mellors driving the troika. All the usual rules apply and all are welcome!

No, sadly. It just hurts a lot when I move it - pulled muscle or strained tendon/ligament, I guess, although I've never had a pulled muscle which has hurt this much. It's always in the same hip. I sometimes get shooting pains going down the leg, which makes me think there might be a trapped nerve or something going on, too.

Before I start wittering on about my lumbago and my gammy leg, would anyone care to join me in some medicinal Bolly?

It might be your sacroiliac joint then - I have previously done things to mine where all the pain is in my hip, but radiating, and that's been the cause. The osteopath did something to it that sorted it out both times, and it hasn't happened for a while now.

Bolly would be lovely. I may have a giant tub of twiglets here somewhere too

Twiglets? Let's get the party started.

How odd; my last post has vanished. It talked about stars and magnifying glasses.

MadBad - could indeed be sciatica induced by sacroiliac pressure - get thee to an osteopath, woman - they are magic for stuff like that!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww re the foal - even if it's a Shetland! (they can't all be nasty little things, surely)

I'll have a Bolly ta - despite it being 10am here! mrThumb;s efforts seem to have paid off, no more bird deaths this morning - hurrah! Now we just have to work out how to get rid of the rats...

UniS - thanks for reminding me I need to go out and buy cream today, although if I don't get these puds made there might not be much point! However - cream is always good to have.

RS - stars and magnifying glasses, hey - are you going to write it all again?

Feeling a bit headachey today - MrTHumb only managed to hold on to miniThumb until about 3am, so I didn't get all that much me-sleep-time after all. Never mind - I'll catch up soon enough I think.

Anyway. Must be off to deal with a rather smelly little boy...

MadBad - with your bus. I tried to cycle home last night. Foolish. Off bike within 10 yards. Unedifying train trip - station like some refugee camp - all trains listed as going fine, but cancelled one by one leading to commuters rushing pell mell from likely train to likely train elbowing each other as they went [sigh] not a deal of Christmas spirit on show....

Loving all other news - but Thumb take care and little gentle hugs

Intrigued by Stars and Magnifying glasses Racing!
Sorry about pigs and birds no longer with us

Mistle just wondered if I could send you a little something to help out your Christmas? Very late, I didn't think of it earlier, but can I do anything? (and I won't be offended at all if you say bugger off)

Now, for some dancing, drinking and twiglets. I feel in the party mood

Bonjour, les clients du cafe.

It's raining here this morning, after all the beautiful frosty sunny days we have had, but on the up side, Nemo in French has arrived from Amazon, and Wriggle is happily watching with her papa (and all the wind-up fish out of the bath, who apparantly need to watch, too).

Hope the party went well last night - got waylaid in RL by watching Lemony Snickers. Should have been frantically planning and preparing resources, as will probably lose the internet next week, but hey ho. Tonight perhaps.

Well, I am pleased to report that I have 2 Christmas puds sitting in their respective bowls in the kitchen. I rather lost track of the time today - MrThumb took miniThumb out with him this morning, allowing me to take my headache back to bed, which got rid of it - hurrah! I then went shopping for all those last minute essentials (3 tubs of double cream and some Christmas stockings for my "boys", for e.g.) and was accidentally gone 2 hours - I got home just as mrThumb was phoning me to see where I had got to and was I ok.

So, had late lunch and then encouraged miniThumb to sleep - and then started on my puds. Only when I had finished did I check the time - gone 6pm already! And they need 7 hours steaming - hence had to set the alarm for 1:30am to switch off the gas.

Tomorrow is going to be a barrel of laughs - mrThumb has his alarm set for 4am to go and remove the rat poison from the bird table so the birds don't eat it (he has it on a separate tray) - so we're both going to be grouchy from lack of sleep. It's too hot as well - really muggy, we're due rain in the next couple of days, probably for the whole weekend.

RS, we watched Finding Nemo yesterday - or rather, miniThumb did while I dozed on the sofa with him.

The whole house is suddenly fish themed. Fish fingers for supper?

Thumb Much sympathy for the rats and the heat. I know all about both these things. We had rats in a house we rented when we first moved here. After trying everything from traps to a variety of poisons, we had to get the equivalent of Rentakill in.

Oh and congrats on the puddings btw. I have been wanting to make a Christmas cake but my oven is broken. So I think I'll have to do without this year.

Perhaps I have some cake here, with lashings of clotted cream and some large drams of whisky....

Hello all... ((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))) in the direction of thumb, and anyone else who needs them.

Sorry, I am not going to be terribly cheerful today , you all know the bottom kind of fell out of our Christmas when my parents couldn't travel to see us after all due to stepdad's as-yet-undiagnosed urinary tract bleeding. His MD said he could travel, but he wouldn't advise it, and after all, they got an appointment with another consultant right in the middle of when they would have been here. They would have arrived Monday, and I forgot to erase "pick P's up at airport" from my calendar and when I saw it Monday morning, my mood hit bottom with a loud "thunk".

I didn't think it could get any worse.

But now I feel like I was already low and have been kicked in the teeth.

DH bought a motorcycle yesterday. I won't bore you with all the details (posted a very self-pitying thread in Chat last night)... the bare bones are, he's been wanting one forever (has had several but not since we've been together) and I hate them. It's more that I am afraid. When I was a nurse, we called them "donor cycles". And my sister rode one, had an accident and was never the same after. He knows how I feel and does understand. But still really wanted one again. I told him I would never stand in his way if he felt he had to get another, but I would bear none of the financial responsibility, would never get on it, and would kill him with my bare hands if he took DS on it before he's an adult. (A threat which he knows to take seriously.)
So, yesterday he found a bike he loved, for an admittedly fantastic price. And bought it. So it's done, I can do nothing about it (and wouldn't even if I could, I don't want to be that kind of wife). I wasn't enthusiastic, and it would be too much to expect of me to be, which he knows, but I also wasn't miserable about it. However, then he told me his mum is helping him out with it. He did not ask her, she offered. And I know I am being completely unfair and projecting all my anger and fear onto her, but I want to wring her neck. I want to ring her up and say "I really wish you hadn't done that!!" But I can't. She only made the inevitable possible sooner. Eventually he would have gotten the money together himself. And he is her only, as DS is my only, and some day, I may find myself doing something similar.

I am so terribly afraid that I may find myself an untimely widow like TrinityRhino. Because as much as DH has taken courses in defensive riding, and will get all the safety gear, what if some arsewipe comes along and car meets motorcycle and that's it for my lovely DH?

Was just having a quick catch-up before bed and wasn't going to post, but wanted to say, Jacksmama, that I know exactly what you mean.

MadBadBloke has a motorbike, which he's had longer than he's had me in his life. He's a sensible, careful, defensive rider but I will never be completely easy about him driving in the mayhem that is London traffic. We had one awful moment when a taxi turned right without checking his mirror and left MBBloke lying in the middle of the road. And for reasons which are maybe not entirely fair or rational, I would be irritated if MBBloke's mum offered to buy or part-buy him a new bike or if he accepted the money for that purpose. I can't articulate why, but it's something to do with the fact that he's an adult and so if he can't afford it he should wait until he can , that it seems rather infantilising for adult children to be bought big 'toys' by their parents and that it is something just for him rather than for the common, family good. As I said, maybe not very fair but that would be my reaction.

Would a ((((hug)))) be acceptable here?

It definitely would, MadBad, I really need a hug.

I am on my way to wrap presents bed but I wanted to come and join the ((((HUGS))) I would go mad if DH wanted a motorbike. I am afraid, JM I would be that kind of wife - and this is me with my DH swimming with crocodiles on a daily basis there is something so vulnerable about them, so I do know how you feel

But I think it is important to remember the statistics are still hugely in your favour - as a nurse you saw the people who were injured, and of course the fact that bike injuries are bad - but not the vast majority of numpties riders who tootled out and back each day.....

I don't mean that to lessen your feelings, just to perhaps give you a way to make it seem better?

I am off now for Christmas so big hugs to you all

It's Christmas Eve ! Do you think having bucks fizz for breakfast would be unreasonable ?

I think Bucks Fizz is compulsory,Cmot. Daisy - Very timely reminder about statistics and risk. But I am that DaisyBloke is allowed to wrestle polar bears on the tundra and swim piranhas in the Amazon but not to have a bike.

Anyone for a mince pie and clotted cream with their breakfast?

Av you seen her ? My friend Kiiimberly ?

(couldn't resist MadBad )

Daisy, does your DH rate Waitrose on Christmas eve more, or less, scary than the crocodiles ?

Trying to decide whether to wake DS up to go to the christingle service or not..

happy Christmas Ladies of the Tearoom! It's already Christmas Day here so I offer you cake, mince pies, pudding and a choice selection of choccies. Plus the obligatory Bolly, and a rather fine port. I even have brandy for later.

Have a good one - I hear miniThumb stirring so better go and rescue MrThumb.

JM - I'm with you on both counts - I'd hate for MrThumb to have a motorbike and I'd be livid with his mum if she facilitated it. It might be irrational but so what? (((hugs))) here too.

Catita - I hope we don't need rentokil - fingers crossed!

Daisybloke spends his time swimming about with things with large teeth? Egads! I managed a civilised potter round the tropical lakes on holiday looking at very small friendly fish, but anything larger than that would get a handbagging. And in the case of crocodiles, potentially supplying said skin to make the next handbag too.

JM, ((((hugs)))) for you. My dear old Dad was a very keen biker nearly all his life, and two of our consultants are even keener bikers, but I won't mention a word about the outcomes of their endeavours.

Nearly Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas Eve everyone!!

((((((HUGS)))))) all around and thank you very much for your words of comfort. I do love you all very much.

Wow, it's amazing to think that it is already Christmas day in Thumblandia, while we're still in the morning of Christmas Eve. The tea-room is a very magical place indeed.

Big (((HUGS)) to JM on the motorcycle worry. I panic everytime Mr. Hatita has to drive alone to Monterrey or Tampico (3 hours ish drives) on his own. I hate him flying ot Mexico City. Strangely I'm not worried when I'm with him, I think it the not knowing how he is that is the killer.

I'm also having a weepy day because Kittenito wen back to the specialist yesterday about his testicle, which hadswollen again recently. It turns out he has burst a stitch and must be operated on again. This means he'll be banned from cycling and playinf football again; this wasn't an issue last time as he was too wee to do either. But now he is enthused by both activities. So mucb so, indeed, that his Christmas presents are a tricycle and a football. And it's a bit late to change them now ....

Catita, (((((((hugs)))))))) for you too. Praying that Kittenito gets properly fixed this time. What a frustration about the presents - but does it mean that he will be banned totally or just until he's fixed??

Have an early glass of Christmas cheer everyone

Well, it just means until he is properly healed. I can´t remember the timeframe we were told last time and will have to ask again.

The plan is to let him play with the presents until the op, then hide them and buy him something sedentary to play with as a coming out of hospital gift. I decided this last night after Mr. H. suggested not giving him these presents (which is whst made me cry, just the thought of it.)

My mum has sent him some lego for his birthday (6 th Jan), so we'll probably save thst to give him too. That way he might not remember about his trike for a while.

Hello ladies. To celebrate the completion of the 8th labour of Hercules - the wrapping of the Christmas gifts - I present the Poinsettia. Champagne (naturlich), cointreau and cranberry juice.

Catita - So sorry about Kittenito's operation. Here's a ((hug)) for him and (((another))) for you.

I do not mind at all, by the way, that Cmot (who looks very fetching in that yellow beret) has called me Kiiimberley. Although I'm not really tall enough to be Kimberley.