Planet of the Crepes

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New bowl of crisps, tuck in Ruby!

I am thrilled at this Pixi lust. Another of their things wot I like is the cheek gel in natural. It doesn't stay on very long but while it does it's well pretty.

I felt a bit rubbish yesterday and spent much too long hunched over the computer looking at not very edifying things. Today is better. Have shredded, spot cleaned the stair carpet, written a letter to DD who will be at an outdoor pursuity place with school next week and am now going out to buy some fabric conditioner at Wilkos. When the mice are away the cat does rather boring things, it would seem .

flip I have just seen the price!! May be I should pull ds out of school and get him knocing these things up, or MrsS you could afford your house making stuff like that in your garage (it did have a garage didn't it?)

Mrs S. GET OFF THAT HOUSE. I WANT IT.

Now I have serious property/lifestyle envy. I sometimes wonder if I'm selling myself and DS short by living in a pretty grotty part of East London, when I'm actually supposed to be living in a Joanna Trollope novel in a rectory, at the heart of a quaint village, with an interesting and diverse range of friends dropping in to discuss their affairs around my scrubbed kitchen table, and listen to my banjo recitals.

Still, at least here he can get the tube, and easy access to most class A drugs.

MrsS, I absolutely can imagine the piles of stuff you have - as I grew up surrounded by the detritus accumulated by my dad during his 40 year stint of working abroad. Those masks always used to give me the willies when I was little.

Banjo recitals, Herbs? Are you sure?

I can see myself making pastry in that kitchen, the children coming home from school, raising their rosy little faces to be kissed. Tappety tapping away on my laptop in the study, producing yet another fabulous best seller, with opera tinkling away in the background. DH would come in to a delicious home cooked meal and afterwards we would make special luuuurve in that bedroom, while the children slept sweetly in their rooms.

NB - I can't make pastry to save my life and I hate opera.

And I've never had anything published.

That house would only be nice if you had staff. Quite a few of them, in fact. I only like the outside of the house and the garden, philistine that I am.

I'm not keen on the furniture, I admit. Would be greatly improved by having my eclectic mix of Ikea and Ercol.

I hate opera too, Mrs S. Does that mean I can't have the house?

I wouldn't be buying the furniture, and I think I would want a new kitchen too.
I would have to have a Local Treasure in to clean. Her name would be Edith, and her husband, Bert, would do the garden.

We had our sash windows replaced with expensive double glazed ones.

It DOUBLED OUR MORTGAGE. I am not joking. DP had the brass neck to present it as the economical option because we hadn't gone for the absolute top of the range ones (just the second tier down).

Ahhhhh. I love the house, MrsS. That is a proper grown-up house, that is. But you know Edith and Bert would be spreading malicious gossip about you all over the village......

I can only imagine what such a place would cost here in Surrey, though.

When Bert pulled his back doing the garden, might he have a nice young nephew to step in and ahem help out around the house??

Snort at MI perving at the hypothetical gardner's hypothetical nephew. I think we should go the whole hog, dig up part of the walled garden and get MrsS a pool boy. Lovely, lovely house. I think I would be happy to live in the front hall.

Oh, oh, bliss - have just checked the map to see exactly where MrsS's house is and it's right next to a place called Lousy Bush Wood. The rofls you could have giving people directions! Or maybe that's a refence to the crepeys' lack of attention to waxing during the winter months.

Mrs S and herbaceous - The book I'm reading describes developing a sudden passion for opera in middle age as 'like a normal mid-life crisis, but with more chandeliers and foreign languages' - made me smile.

I'm afraid I have to admit to an all-year-round lack of attention to waxing.

I hate opera. Is this a sign I'm still young?

i love love love opera. would definitely fit in with the locals in lousy bush wood too!

I hate opera too

I've developed a love of Shakespeare in my middle age......I'm 46 and am doing three this year.

As to that house, Mrs S, it is vair beautiful, but would be hideously ruined by my stuff and mucky kids..... (I'd like that to be 'ruined by my staff)

MrsS, I have to say I love the house, but not the interior design/decoration. But I am likng the idea of the pool boy......

Obv, I would ditch the magnolia walls and beige carpet.

We used to have a Ukrainian gardener sometimes when we lived in UK. His name was Stanko. Never was anyone more appropriately named. He used to alternate with the 90 year old with no teeth, whose name I never did catch.

Opera lovers, have you read the divine Terry Pratchett's opera novel?

Wotcher beachy. Am loving the way fellow-crepeys suddenly surface on this thread, admitting to their True Home.

No to opera here (and the waxing) - Stropps I think we are kindred spirits :) went to a vintage tea party last night, too much fizz and cake and not enough sandwiches.....there were three ladies if a certain age and four 'youngsters' who gave us the low down on internet dating and all associated things - thank god I don't have to go there.......they were hysterical though.

BD and Strops, I don't wax either

BD, I always feel very envious of others who are dating and want to know all the details Not that I would give up my DH, of course, but a bit of me yearns for it - they can be such exciting times, and loads of funny stories!