Crepey Corner

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Where the cool and the discerning hang out. New one.

Chat now, innit.

oh do share... where are these amusing threads of which you speak?

PMSL at mr Inferior's non-speedy cooking! Mr Schadenfreude is the same. I have never seen anyone take so long to chop an onion. We had spaghetti pesto today with a bit of bacon fried and thrown in it, that I found at the bottom of the fridge that was starting to smell funny that needed using up.

I went to my creative writing group. We had wine. It was slightly bonkers, but they all seemed to like my mad wife story, MI. There was an ancient American woman there, who kept recommending books and then saying, ooh no, you're not American, I really don't think you would understand it, and getting on everyone's nerves. I may have made a new friend, which is nice, as I am quite friendless here as they all keep leaving.

Yes, what amusing threads?

BTW Mr Inferior also v unimpressed at my recent acquisition of charcoal WCo frocks (I forgot. I did get another, on offer, a little while ago. God, I've clearly been going bonkers with the shopping - in my defence I did need things to wear to the office!). He thinks they are Amish and overly decorous.

MI sounds like you can't win, doesn't he usually moan about the amount of norkage on show? Thought he'd approve of anything Amish-like:)

Thread that reminded you of me? Did it involve a certain scarf?

Where?

Ah yes, but sometimes.... schadenfreude happens!

Hiya crepeys

Spent most of today at the most enormous, and rather fantastic, soft play place in Romford. Had an ace bit full of soft balls that you could shoot about the place. And a dance floor that lights up. Marvellous. And not too busy, as neither a holiday nor half term. And decent food.

Non marvellous. I've had a super-useful grey wrap dress for about five years. At the weekend I unblocked a drain wearing it, and got that Mr Muscle drain stuff down it. Bleached and ruined. What an utter ARSE. Now I need yet more clothes.

As for what sort of thing to get for my birthday, well one thing is a decent jumper dress that covers my arse, and that goes in at the waist. At soft play, and other toddler-activities, leggings and dress is the best option. Also, anything from Anthropologie. Or those lovely Alex Monroe necklaces. But for about £30.

As for food, I realise why thinking up mid-week meals is such a trial: we get a veg box delivery. So I have to think of new and unusual things to make with the sodding veg, rather than just having pasta and adding peas to the water.

my mealtime angst improved no end when I ditched the organic veg box weekly delivery. the swedes and turnips used to lurk reproachfully at the bottom of the veg drawer until they mouldered and died... the guilt!

approx budget for jumper dress?

I gave up on the veg box thing several years ago because I got fed up with the huge mountains of beetroot that used to pile up in the larder at this time of year. I can't stand the stuff when it's cooked and there is only so much beetroot and carrot salad you can eat.

I am feeling a bit drained as I had to have a very heavy-duty convo with dd at suppertime. Her PHSCE (or whatever they are calling it these days) teacher did "alcohol" with them today and this resulted in dd coming home and saying "I really want to try alcopops - when can I try them?" I somehow suspect this was not the intended outcome of the lesson. As dd's dad and paternal grandfather were alcoholics and there are a whole bunch of them in my mother's family too, her genetic inheritance could well be a bit duff in this regard. I'm just taking the approach that I give her all the facts and then she has to make an informed choice about what she does with regard to drink. And tonight was the night when I had to set out my stall. Oh well.

I need a drink

We have the drinky gene in our family too, Strops (this will not surprise most of you, I think). And the gambling gene. As my grandmother said, the family drank half of their money and gambled away the rest. My uncle, however, makes a very nice living from the old geegees, and has just bought himself a lovely cottage in Devon, which he thinks he is going to have to sell as it is too far from the pub. We also have the gay gene - it was only a couple of years ago that I realised the significance of Great Uncle Heinrich and Great Uncle Bill's relationship. Oh and Great Uncle Heinrich's sister's "special friend" Sonia, too, who was rather fabulous. She used to wear fox furs, too much makeup, swear like a trooper ("Fucking Moses!" was her favourite phrase) and smoke long thin cigars from a cigarette holder. Auntie Aydel was positively plain in comparison.

Our veg box caused no end of domestic angst. Especially as DP (the man who Funds Environmental Charities) really believes that veg comes out of the freezer. So we'd have fresh broccoli mouldering while he cooked the frozen stuff.

We had a Great Uncle Jasper who played the cello and wore pink, apparently. My cello-playing lesbian sister is always much cheered to invoke him.

Herbs, what sort of jumper dress? Fabric?

Blimey my lot are positively boring in comparison (although took me years to realise Auntie Kit and uncle Bertie weren't actually married - well not to each other !) had to explain to ds that calling someone a lesbian is not acceptable.
Mind you I do worry that ds wants to be a girl when he grows up?

Oh gawd, I can't dwell too much on the genes thing. I think I may have just depressed myself. How much are we at the mercy of our genes? I've spent forever battling mine.

My Great Uncle and Great Aunt were on the stage, Strops, so perhaps my uncle met yours?

I have rearranged the stuff on the shelves in one of the kitchen cupboards tonight. (I know how to enjoy myself when DH is away.) The stuff is now arranged much more logically (to my mind).

Strops and MrsS no gay gene here, but my dad was an alkie and a gambler - a very successful one, but he spent it all on drinks for himself and everyone else at the pub
I was a very heavy drinker in my yoof (but weren't we all?!), but am very much a lightweight (drinkswise only, sadly!) now!

I LOVE beetroot - I would happily take it all off your hands!