Crepey Corner

[DukesOfTripHazard]

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

Chat now, innit.

I went to one of those sell-you-stuff "parties" last night. I think I mistook it for an actual party, as I necked loads of wine, talked loads of crap and was the last to leave . I also said I was going so that I could buy some Christmas stuff (was Neals Yard stuff, so not bad), but I just ended up buying things for myself. That I absolutely would not have bought if I hadn't knocked back half a bottle of wine first. Double . I am going to have a word with myself...

I have booked a radical haircut for tomorrow, as the one I had last month has not proved radical enough. I look like Sideshow Bob again. It is time for a serious chop and I am worried that I will come out looking like a little old lady emerging from a "Curl-up-and-dye". Or maybe Sinead O'Connor. Either would be bad.

Not another Bobbit, I hope!

Oh no. MrS is in a pie...

No, he is still breathing.

Am marginally less cross tonight. Which is good. We are coming back to UK this weekend to celebrate 50 years of abject misery for DMIL wedded bliss for the Outlaws.

Did someone ask what they ate last night? A very convoluted meal which required a lot of prep - griddled chicken, with a rub and a sauce, a sweetcorn and tomato salsa and potato wedges. Oh and huge amounts of huffing and repeated requests as to where certain kitchen utensils were. We ate the fridge curry and coconut rice tonight, which was 10 minutes from fridge to table.

Two yummy cocktails.. :) glad MrS survived :) hope your mum is okay rubyx3.
Yes, off Monday...so tonight and tomorrow are my Christmas do's.....

Oooh! Oooh! Have just seen that there is going to be a live webchat with Nigella. Question is, should I change my name back before I ask her a question? Will Nigella shudder in distaste at my name and skip over me to the next person?

Back to normal now. And have posted my question to Nige under this name. I have also made a lot of chocolate cookies with white choc chips and have just had four one to see how they taste, as it is a new recipe which involves melting the butter rather than creaming it - a lot less faff. They were most delicious.

Who needs nigella? You're our domestic goddess MrsS!

You want me to go back to FuckingWonderwoman, Ruby?

I have a cold. My throat, nose, chest and eyes are all involved. Am feeling v sorry for myself.

Tonight's potter in the kitchen was going to be making mince pies and date cookies, but that may have to wait until tomorrow. Actually, will have to wait until tomorrow as I just realised I have not yet bought the chopped dates and dateless cookies are not so festive.

Feeling run ragged. As chair of this buggering play centre, I'm having to organise people into organising three xmas parties next week, some of whom say they'll do things, don't do them, then get arsey when someone else steps in. I've also got to recruit five volunteers, a play worker, sort out four grant applications, yadda yadda. This can all be delegated, but then I have to keep track of it.

I remember now why I HATE managing people. They are generally shit, and I am generally impatient.

Plus looking after DS, working, organising Christmas, doing cards, etc, and I'm all tense and turning to booze.

Herbs, what hell. It's all character-building, though.

I am feeling rather "zen" at the moment; I feel Christmas is reasonably under control (still lots to do, but we aren't knee-deep in workmen which we were this time last year).

Top dilemma at the moment, if I may raise a S&B issue, is what to wear at grandmother's 101st birthday party on Saturday. Unlike last year's shin-dig (town hall, mayor in attendance, caterers) this one is a much smaller do (village hall, no dignitaries, plate of Tesco sausage rolls), and I don't want to be dolled up like a Christmas tree if I can help it.

By the way, BTM, I was watching a kids TV programme a couple of days ago showing a really flash modern senior school very near Dulwich College. Atriums, walkways, glass.....looked fantastic. My DCs were and . Is that where your DD goes?

Have a tissue, Wilbur.

And a packet of Lockets.

You'll be better by Christmas.

Herbs you are brave - I wouldn't want to do that!
I woke up at 4.00 - stressing about meeting with ds's teacher - I pretend to be all Tiger Mother and I am actually a big scardy cat.....so having hyped myself up for that, I now feel like putting my head on the desk and going to sleep!
Only three days to go and about three weeks worth of stuff to do.....dp will be marking assignments on the plane - oh joy!
MrsS I am loving the sound of your chocolate brownies!

I didn't really want the job, but there was no-one else to do it. And I didn't realise the full horror. It's really only one person. She said she was going to organise the xmas parties, got very bossy, then didn't answer any emails or do any of the things she was supposed to. Other people then got on with it, and she's getting all arsey. Not sure if I can really tell her off, as we're all just volunteers... How should I handle it, crepeys? Bearing in mind she's a mere 26, and I suspect rather insecure.

CV sounds like it could be DD's - it has a massive atrium with a raised roof and walkways around the first floor. Did it have a really strange-shaped thing in the middle - tis the pod! Question Time was filmed in the pod recently.
Fraid I've got no idea what one wears to a 101st party Maybe a flowery crimpelene dress?

Herbs, at least you won't make the mistake of feeling guilty and volunteering for chair/treasurer/secretary at the school PTA! Is she getting arsey with you or the other volunteers in general?

BD, have you had the meeting now? How did it go?

BTM, I'm all out of flowery crimpelene.

Yes, the school did seem full of "pod-like" structures, and looked like a silver spaceship from the outside. What a gorgeous environment to go to school in.

I'm trying to muster the energy to take the DCs to the local Town Gala Night. They all seem to have made plans to meet friends and so on, but quite frankly I'd rather slump on the sofa. And I need to write my Round Robin (no, don't laugh, the legion of aunties who I rarely see during the year look forward to it with great anticipation, or so they tell me ).

What is a Town Gala Night? Gala Bingo? or swimming Gala? or something new and exotic?

Round Robin? Mine are lucky to get a card

She's arsey with everybody, not just me. Think she has issues. Sadly, I made her vice chair, so I have to give her something important to do.

Would feigning a serious illness, emigrating to Brazil, or having extensive plastic surgery be a coward's way out?

Better, Ruby?

I feel your pain, Herbs. The worst extra curricular job I had was to be class rep. This involved divvying up responsibilities for the end of term party and organising a "Mums Night Out." Easy, no? Except the Mums would not leave the village and would only go to two restaurants there. Any attempt to persuade them to go to the much better restaurant in the next village (I even offered to drive!) was firmly rebuffed. The teacher wrote "See Me Please, Mum" in the home school diary and had a go at me - asked if I "had not dealt with foreigners before?" (international school). So I rearranged the meal for the desired restaurant and half of them didn't turn up.

The school party was worse. I wrote a list of what was needed - paper plates, crisps, fairy cakes etc etc, and said if anyone wanted to bring anything special from their own country, then please do so. This was wrong too. I should have divvied up the responsibilities myself, and it was "bullying" to suggest that people might like to make something themselves. I told the teacher to go fuck herself that she might be better off getting one of the lazy arsed trophy wives who spent the day getting their nails done one of the non-working Mums who had a bit more time on their hands to take on the role.

The stress was huge and I spent a lot of time in tears over the way the teacher and other mothers were treating me. I was in a really busy job at the time, and really didn't need this grief. None of the other Mums wanted to take on the role of class rep, which was how I got lumbered with it. But never, ever again. I'm still scarred by the experience, can you tell?!