Crepeys Not Crêpes

[Cremolafoam]

Oi over here hags

Oooh, Herbs, you are braver than me. Faced with that weather, I'd have hunkered down with a nice cup of tea and a game of Monotony with the girls.

Staying in the apartment would have been a better idea, but the storm had taken out the electricity, so there was no kettle, fridge or, importantly for DS, DVD player. And it was so dark, we needed the lights on to read by.

I'm glad some of it was fab, Herbs

I cooked for TEN people last night and my worries there would be Not Enough Food were unfounded . I am trying to ignore the state of the house...

Herbs, sounds both adventurous and relaxing - exactly what you need from a holiday (with the added passport stress-factor)

I had a FAB time last night - our mini-crepey-cocktail-pre-meetup-meetup was lovely and I think we may have recruited some new crepeys at the meet-up proper. Unless we scared them right off

So when are we having our crepey meet-up then Hags?

oooh soon? Don't mind. Thursdays aren't good for me. Otherwise am v flexible.

Who did you recruit, BTM? And why are they not on here now? Are they nursing hangovers?

MI - have you filled your freezer?

I think I must have put them off

Or they are nursing hangovers

Re crepey meet-up, can I vote for a Friday or Saturday so that I don't have to go home early and get my beauty sleep in before work the next day?!

The meet-up was lovely, the hangover less so. A large roast dinner and a post-prandial snooze have restored me somewhat, but I don't feel completely ready to face the new week unless I have a really early night tonight.

Mmmm, same here. DH is going out to a beer-fest. Eeeeuwww!

BD, finally remembered to look for the book Let's talk about sex!

Dog was crying piteously by the back door earlier. Thought she must be desperate for a pee, but no - she wanted a go on the trampoline . Nobody else in garden. Just one of those whims.

Does she jump?

Thanks BTM - bought 'what's happening to me?' which he read cover to cover, and now seems to think men and women only have sex once a month (chance would be a fine thing) to have babies
Herbs I thought of you when I saw news of the floods in Spain and was trying to recall where you said you were. Glad you are okay.
My really busy week of the year starts today, roll on Friday!!

Glad the meet up was good. I did in fact get home about 8, but don't think I could have stirred myself to get out again... I'd be up for another crepey binge.

I feel so gutted about our holiday. I'd built it up so much in my head as a sunny week of utter relaxation that I feel actual anger that the rain spoilt it. We did have four good days, it's true, and yes we would have gone sightseeing anyway, but I wanted that relaxing, sitting out in the evening, mmmmm feeling of warmth.

I'm usually champion at 'making the best of things', but that capacity failed me. I'm sure, however, that I'll get over it.

Talking of mad pets, our cat is even clingier than usual. Since we got back, he just follows me around yowling, until I sit down and he can get on my lap. This includes the night time.

@ alto's dog's trampolining. I wish my dog would take up a constructive hobby that doesn't require the rest of us getting involved. I used to take him to agility classes, which he enjoyed, but I had to stop that as a) it clashed with ds's after-school activities and b) he got expelled for bad behaviour.

Herbs, sorry to hear you feel cheated by the way things panned out on your hols - but I'm glad that you survived your exciting trip to Cordoba.

Hope everyone else's hangovers are better.

BD, hope your week will not be too frazzling.

Herbs - aww, don't have bad memories of your holiday! It was a life experience, an adventure, surely? And wouldn't seven whole days just lying in the sun have been just a teensy bit boring? No?

Well, the week started with a bang. DD1, having ignored her homework all weekend, suddenly found at 8.15am that she had three pieces due today, and had a total hysterical melt-down. She is such a perfectionist the thought of not handing in her homework on time was utterly terrifying and overwhelming; she was literally screaming. Luckily we calmed her down enough to rattle off one piece of the three, and get her into the car, but, hey, it's a lesson to be learned. Last week she lost her locker keys, with the result that she couldn't put her PE kit in her locker, then she promptly lost that too. It's going to be a trying week.

But DD2 is out of our hair, away at PGL with the school for a whole week. In the rain, poor child. I can't wait for the laundry.

Awww, thanks CV. It certainly was an adventure. I think I mostly feel bad for DP. He was so in need of a break, and it was his 'treat', as he got an unexpected bonus, and it just wasn't what we'd expected.

Crazy cat on my lap, purring, with his paw on the desk. His favourite spot. Drives me mental.

herbs, we have an importunate cat as well. Wants to be between me and whatever I'm trying to read, watch or type. Yowls a lot. Sits next to cat flap and, instead of using it, tries to hypnotise us into opening the door for her.

Dog doesn't jump exactly but takes flying leap onto trampoline and charges round so vigorously that she sort of gets bounced. Seems to give her great joy. But then most things do - she's a labrador.

I want a bouncing dog.

But I have lovely cats. Lazy and long haired, but lovely.

Two of our three cats look very, very affronted if expected to use a cat flap. The other one is in permanently bad mood and shat on the kitchen floor again this evening

Herbs, I am sorry about your holiday. We had a quite horrid one in a vile, vile rented house in Northern Spain a few years ago, cramped and awful.

And my hope of getting through a month without death or funerals has already been scuppered as my mum's best mate from Madras days died this morning. Not entirely unexpected, as she was clearly not going to recover from the massive stroke she had in July, but still a blow and my mum is distraught and I think we will reluctantly- have to drag ourselves to Norwich to see them on Saturday and I really do not want to

Sorry about your Mum's mate, MI. It is grim when they get to the age when their friends start dying. My Gran, who was just like Catherine Tate's swearing nan, died at 99, and said she was more than ready to go, as all of her friends were dead, including Snuffy Kate and Pissy Lil. She liked to give all of her friends a little descriptor so that you knew who she was talking about. I also remember Fat Eric and Ginger Doll. ("Fat Eric came over today. Only wanted to play fucking dominoes...")

I broke the news to my mother last night that DH's parents were coming for Christmas. She is clearly mellowing, as she just said "fine". Last time they came to stay she screamed down the phone at me that I was "shit as a daughter." So I feel that some progress has been made.

MrsS, I once invited my DM and DMIL at the same time for a w/e. I had hoped the former would help to detoxify the latter, if I'm honest.

Mum, uncharacteristically, threw off her saintly guise as soon as DMIL was on the departing train, and snarled 'don't you ever do that to me again'.