The CRESH Creche and Spa - future home of all ESH

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I liked the CRESH acronym more than FESH so have used it. Welcome all ESH to your final stop on the journey. Rest your aching lady bits, try one of the many gin based cocktails, and try to molest the gorgeous waiting staff.

Not me gin. I pack for the children, myself, the dog, plus the food, the bedding, towels, dvds, toys, games etc etc. He has to pack his own clothes. And then gets incredibly stressed about it.

I do Gin . Since LC arrived we take one case for her and one for us so is the only way everything will fit in. He has to get his shit together though....if he doesn't provide pants then none get packed.

Nor me! I'm not his mother!!!!!!

box let's hope Barbados is tropical hot and has a nudist beach for ya man! No point packing damp clothes. End of. Have cracking time.

....oh, and I get to edit his packing - if I don't like it then it gets forgotten

It drives me mad that, as a professional traveller, I can pack everything me and 2 kids need into one big case, and then OH duplicates everything in a separate case all of his own. So I take a little tube of toothpaste to last all of us for a week, he adds his own jumbo toothpaste tube. I take little bottles of shampoo and shower gel, he stuffs a big bottle in his case. You get the picture.

He argues that there is nothing wrong with packing at midnight the night you are supposed to be going. This usually means throwing everything in a bag at the last minute - when we went skiing he took a bag just to carry his large amount of electrical guff. Which we never used.

Just because I have a baggage allowance of over 180kg doesn't mean I have to use it all!

Aaah.

Oh, well, at least we are confirmed in Club. I am hoping that this does not mean tomorrow at sparrow's fart we have the perennial conversation that goes along the line of; Me 'you can't wear jeans in Club on staff travel.' Him 'they are not jeans. They are black jeans.' Me 'black jeans are still jeans. You can't wear them - I don't make the rules, I just have to follow them.' Him 'are these trousers OK? They only have a few holes/bits of paint/pizza stains on them....' Me 'AaaaaAAAaaaAAaaaaarrrgh!'

He's the one who has to carry it, right Box. And let him wear his skanky jeans so you can laugh as he gets downgraded into cattle class....is the only way he'll learn.

Anyway, doesn't sound like you've had that drink yet

box are you a back seat driver when enroute to your destination?

I'm with clucky & boxer - men's packing needs to be edited. Totally agree about the giant toothpaste when I've already packed something. Have a totally wonderful time box and I hope you get to relax properly! :) Should he be any less than attentive I'm sure you can get some flirting in elsewhere.

I once flew to Sydney with a man who decided to do his laundry on the morning we flew. He didn't have time to tumble-dry and can you feel my hot flushed red shamed cheeks at Heathrow as he got his bag searched and the staff pulled out realms and realms of damp, screwed up wet laundry? Worra twat.

I have taken to throwing out JB's clothes once they get too holy or stained. This infuriates him. He currently has NO jeans which do not have a bollock hanging out at the top (holes) except his work jeans. He refuses to buy new.

Looks like JB will be jeanless then!

HI is good with packing. He knows I won't do it. In fact, I also get all my gear out and leave it on the bed and he packs mine.

Well my drive to my parents solo went ok despite it taking bleeding hours. MB slept for most of it. Had a brief feed at th MaccyDs drive thru tho he spat most of it up the window.

My allergies have kicked off! Glorious. Anyone know if it's possible to take piriton whilst bfing?

TV alert! BBC - hospitals and hippobirthing classes! The poor mother who is on TV looks shattered and, bless her, in need of a good shower. Bet she will be pleased in years to come when she watches it back!!

I don't think you can silv, sorry.

I am back from that there london. I feel so provincal down there as I look at everying and go "cor, innit BIG". too many people though, I find it v stressful.

No silv, Cos is right, you can't take Piriton. I had a nightmare with hayfever during pregnancy and the first couple of months with Squeaks. Try a saline nasal spray to clean your sinuses. Sterimar was great - recommended by scorps.

cos that's exactly how I feel down in the big smoke. I'm getter better with and, and enjoy short trips, but am always glad to be back in the countryside - ooooh arrrrrr!

I checked out hayfever stuff Silv and read that Clarityn was allowed. I'd double check with pharmacist though.

Fanks. Am looking be-yute-e-full in a puffy eyed runny nose sniffing constantly kinda way. Naturally there are men queuing down the road trying to get a glimpse of my gorgeousness.

cos / casp I'm like that in London too. Plus I am always amazed that everyone pays so much attention to their clothes / look so I feel like a country bumpkin in comparison.

box I have a theory about why so many NZ eventers are vaguely bent. It's because nobody really bothers with dressage there, so they end up doing eventing instead.

Clyde is having a miserable week and I am a bad mother. He has horrible nappy rash. He is not thrilled with nursery. I am meantime swanning around gaily at the village shop learning all the gossip.

Fanny of course you are not a bad mother, clyde will settle. Village shop life sounds fun.

Fear not, Clyde is too young to remember any of it FP. Have they let you loose on the till?

curly I don't fare well in big cities either these days. Brussels & Amsterdam I can handle because they're small enough to walk from "one side" (of the actual) city to the other. Public transport gives me the heebie-jeebies, well, not so much the public transport as other public transport users! What I do like about london though are those "fabulous media" types who remind me that 40 35 is not too old to wear knee high socks & pig-tails if one so chooses to.

fanny It all rests on the crap ham from my pov. Are you taking home slices of crap ham for the children?

A day has come that I was not expecting for some time. Trying to do a poo whilst trying to keep someone from eating the toilet brush/running off with the bog roll/collecting giant furballs that have rolled to the back...

Oh mercy me, i've just been chatting to a proper hottie at the coffee bar at work. And i mean model grade hot . I forgot about hom and rastus completely in those brief couple of exchanges, i blossomed again Thank god i'd just washed my hair and put some slap on just prior to going down for a coffee.

clucks Let me loose on the till? Oh yes siree! They even let me calculate shelf prices! (very complicated formula involving sticking finger in the air, adding 10p and deciding if that sounds 'about right')

alps No crap ham, I'm afraid. It's all fancy charcuterie that they cure themselves. Will my children suffer? (And welcome to the 'never do a poo alone again' club.)

cunty I predict you will now be planning your outfits / hair washing / leg shaving around your coffee buying schedule. Are we 15 years old?

Please note: I have pre-ordered a copy of this book for all CRESHes. Essential reading.

True true! I love crushes i do, so exciting and such a great opportunity to lose weight

Ah, cunty, I know that feeling. I think that's the joy of coming back to work after a long time off. All these new faces to explore! One particular department here has had an influx of dashing young gents and oh, alas, I am working quite closely with them at the moment.

fanny I am liking the sound of your shop work and expect your home to be suitably stocked with nice ham when I finally get around to visiting

alps we have moved from the chewing of the bog brush/soap/loo roll to pulling herself up on my legs and trying to climb me while I sit on the loo. I am starting to understand the loss of personal space so many mums complain about.

How will you lose weight when you are now ordering full-fat lattes five times a day?

Skinny! Skinny lattes! I think he must work in counter-terrorism or some other such sexy outfit. He looked the type and build