Crepeys Not Crêpes

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Oi over here hags

Did you mean YY , MrsS?

I am knackered. I would like a job where I can sit in a hole in the ground and someone will pay me lots of money to look grumpy. I would be very good at this. I am sure that if I think for long enough I may come up with some reason that this will be of benefit to society in general.
Earlier this evening I had a very bad ... disagreement (understatement) with (d)h. Yes, that bad. Arse. And no, I am not in the least hormonal.
I feel I may just use the money I have saved for Christmas to go away for a while. But I won't because the kids and dog would not get looked after. I don't think I have ever used one of these before but

argh "some reason why this will be of benefit"

YY! That's it!

Move up in your hole, Strops and I will join you with Wine. I am slumped in bed with wine at the moment. DH is cleaning the house noisily in that "I Am Making A Point" way, because I declined to help him. I will do my bit tomorrow.

I have hurt my leg, trying to show DD1 that of course I could not just touch my toes, but get my hands flat on the floor. I couldn't. And think I have done something to my hamstring. I asked DH it it looked swollen, and he helpfully said that it didn't look any fatter than the other one. Oh and I have broken a tooth and my work laptop.

at image of MrsS bent double with twanging hamstrings just to prove a point.

A busy few days here at Chateau Cointreau. Pesky sporty kids and their after-school fixtures; DS is in the school football team, as well as playing for two clubs, and now DD1 has made the 1st team at netball. They can't be my children. Tbh, I'd love to just pick the kids up from school and come home, but that doesn't seem to be happening at the moment. Oh I do hate the autumn term.

I'm slightly "on the fence" about the November/December meet-ups - there are all sorts of social engagements circulating, and invitations extended, and I really can't commit at the moment. But in principle I would love any excuse to scuttle off to town to drink with the crepeys! I don't have Norfolk as an excuse.

Sorry to hear you've had a disagreement, Stropps. Hope its all better now....

I made a purchase yesterday these boots. Clarks have a 20% off at the moment so they were good value. The shop was full of crepeys, including a very glamorous women with a shock of pure grey hair, who looked a bit like Christine Lagarde, who didn't hesitate to give me opinions on the various boots I was trying on..... It was all very chummy.....

I was also heavily influenced by the wellie boots thread, which has persuaded me to go very £££ on my new wellies, after my Hunters cracked up and died....They arrive today, it was the first thing I thought of when I woke up, how sad is that. I'll report back.

I also have a weekend where its not possible for dh and I to be in all the places we have to be. Now dd2 has reached Y3, she is in the netball team.

There are so few girls at her school, everyone is in the netball team.

Tomorrow they travel for over an hour for a match, I ask you! Most of them can't even catch the ball or even see the net, its so tall in comparison to them.

Hi all. I am on a train escaping to London for the weekend. Have left dig and Ds at the tender mercies of dp, who has to do harvest festival and piano practise, see a show (work related) and wants to shoehorn the local beer festival in - good luck to him I say.
Stropps sorry to hear about the disagreement - why don't you bugger off for abit, I find dp can cope perfectly well (although no laundry will get done)
I so need this day off, but feeling guilty about the shedload of work I have left behind.

Like the boots beachy. Can I really justify buying another pair of boots???

And very of you BD - a weekend away without the DH/DC = bliss!

I too am knackered, as are the DC and there's still 2 weeks to go. DS was so tired last night that after his mate left, he said he'd have a lie down before dinner

Greetings creperies. Sorry I haven't been around much - been fomenting discussion about both Walthamstow and the merits of various kitchen suppliers on other threads. I know! Splitter.

There's too much choice in the world. I was just going to get an Ikea kitchen, but it doesn't have the 300mm-wide larder I need. So I looked at B&Q, but they get bad reviews for customer service. So I looked at local places, but they'll be more expensive. So I looked at Wickes, but they're a bit boring. So I looked at Ikea again, and some people say they're shoddy. So, B&Q etc etc etc... I think I should have been born in communist-era Poland where there was no choice whatsoever.

I have bought some new boots, also. From Brand Alley, so £39 down from £125. They are here. If you can see them.

Still fretting about DS and his school. Two friends of mine have put their 3yo children through the admissions interview for the local prep. The majority of me thinks it's totally ridiculous, but the mad part of me thinks 'DS could have got in. And if he doesn't get in now, he won't be able to get in when he's 11 and will end up on heroin and being stabbed with no O Levels'.

beachy - as long-time lurker who posts just occasionally - I have had those boots for a year now and they have lasted v well and been v comfortable. also, for anyone interested who doesn't enjoy trying on endless bras and looking at bulgy bits, can I recommend uniqlo extra soft bras? - v plain, v comfortable, just come in s,m,l, no hooks and no bulgy bits.

herbs THERE IS A MIDDLE WAY! please don't let yourself be terrorised into thinking that ds's path will be set in stone by the time he's 5... until he's quite a bit older how can you possibly tell what will suit him, what his strengths are? Am a firm believer in primary school years being about having fun, learning how to get along with people and (hopefully) learning the basics. the most imprtant thing I think is not being put off learning by the age of 11 (which is definitely what happened to a few of my dss' friends who were sent to Gradgrind's Academy aged 3. .

Herbs - those boots are gorgeous and an absolute bargain.

I like yours too, Beachy, although someone should have a word with the Clarks copywriter - no-one wants to be told they are buying a "sensible" heel.

Oh, and Herbs, we had great service from B&Q when we had our new kitchen. They didn't do the installation, though, we "got a man in".

Noooooo.... I'd just come round to Ikea!

Thanks for boots props. I think of you as being a boot connosewer, like, so feel vindicated in my purchase! I get so much stuff from Brand Alley - the only downside being it sometimes takes a few weeks for them to arrive, by which stage I've seen something else I like, bought it, intending to send the BA purchase back, but not doing so...

Thanks OQ and Issy for the collective shake. I have now decided to wait and see, and apply when he's seven if needs be. Although apparently the prep only takes about one in 10 of children at that stage. Anyway, anything could happen. DP could lose his job, we could win the lottery, we could relocate to New York (if only), etc etc...

I wouldn't even be considering it if the school in question weren't so ultra selective, and only take one in 100 of those applying at 11, whereas those already there automatically get in. Which frankly doesn't seem very fair.

Ikea didn't offer enough hand-holding for us kitchen-wise. We have an odd-shaped kitchen, so I needed a human being to actually come round, look beyond the random walls and "features" that were about to be ripped out, do the measurements and produce a design that would actually fit.

But I prefered the Ikea kitchens, had I a simpler layout.

I've got a planning person from Ikea coming round next week! They do a plan, which costs £100, but £50 of that is redeemable against the purchase.

My only problem with Ikea is whether their carcasses fit other appliances rather than theirs, which aren't necessarily the best.

Herbs, I have no idea what the schools are like round your way, but your little chap sounds pretty switched-on work-wise, and if he manages fine socially at playgroups, etc, he will probably fly in a state primary school!

I too like the boots, and am interested to hear tales of new kitchens, as a refit is next on my list after getting the garden done. But DH doesn't know it yet

Primary schools are mainly 'good', Ofsted-wise, with one 'outstanding'. But we're between catchment areas, so I fear being sent to a 'shit' one. Secondary schools are another matter, with the only decent one being a girls' school. However, I know a lot can change in a few years.

I'm pretty sure he'll be fine wherever he goes. He is cheery, popular, peaceful and cheeky. His nursery teachers say he's very clever, with particular strengths lying in singing!

I just don't want his lust for life and enjoyment of learning snuffed out by the 'cool' kids, as mine was. Though that didn't happen until teenage years, admittedly.

Herbs, it sounds like your local primaries will be fine - the one my DC went to was "only" satisfactory according to Ofsted, but they were very happy there.

And as for enjoyment of learning, well minr was snuffed out by the girls 1950's grammar I went to

Sorry am way behind

MrsS, for those of us who have never heard it, can you describe the sound of a husband cleaning the house? (educational)

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Herbs it is all so stressful isn't it. I was blissful naive about the whole thing, but do agree you really dont know until they go to school. Ds is very amenable and in some ways that didn't help as now we have moved I see how wrong his previous school was for him (both state schools), but I am not convinced the Ofsted 'outstanding' at the current school is the reason why, but more to do with them and their ethos.
Lovely day with friends yesterday, out with mum today, as dad is doing that Mary Beard mumsnet academy thing

The sound of a man cleaning the house goes something like this:

"For fuck's sake, look at the state of this place. Do you never wipe the front of the cupboards or clean up after you? There's fucking cat hair all over the place as well. I'm surprised there's any fur left on those cats. Look. I've just wiped this off the curtain. There's enough fur here to make a small kitten. And when was the last time you changed the cats' box? Have you seen the state of the fridge? There's something that's gone off in the rotter. Well I don't know what it is. It might have been an avocado once. And the end of the cucumber's gone furry. Look at the dust in this place. Do you even know where the duster is? You really are a fucking slut, aren't you?"

He needs to hear the squishy sound of your shoe rapidly meeting his goolies.

Don't worry, Herbs. I have my revenge. Part of which is doing even less cleaning... and encouraging the kitten to sleep on his pillow... and washing his precious underwear with a red sock...

Re schools, ours have had experience of both private and state. Both have provided us with outstanding and utterly inspirational teachers, and those who have been utterly crap and should not have been allowed anywhere near a classroom. In my experience, the state school was better at getting rid of the crap teachers than the private schools - the new head rapidly got rid of the two teachers who were known by all to be a waste of time. Don't know how she did it, but they departed swiftly, and the school's Ofsted rating went up.

Oh MrsS Dp would not last long if he went off on one like that!
My meal out with parents isn't happening ad place we usually eat is closed and I feel strangely reluctant to shifty carcass elsewhere. So an M&S 10 pound meal and dads wine rack beckons...