A Crepey is not just for Christmas...

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It had to be done.
Phew that feels better.
Over here crepeys. All very welcome (but only if you're crepey).

Bloody hell. I want to go to NY . Fear there is as much chance of that happening as of dcs not arguing every single family mealtime....

Oh Ruby no - sad face!
Have you ever found out what's causing the pain?

Hey Ruby, I was thinking of you today; poor old DD2 has been doing Bikeability, riding around the playground in a howling blizzard. I don't expect the instructor was particularly warm either. Sorry to hear your teeth are still causing problems.

I am holding off going to bed as DH is still struggling with man-flu, and is currently coughing lung contents across the bedroom. I shall wait a while or alternatively smother him with a pillow

On the work front, I have taken the plunge and will be working four full days a week, probably from the start of next month. Eeeeek. I have sorted out after-school childcare for DD2 (surprisingly easy, and she is quite laid back about it all, but £21 a day ), but am still working on DS and DD1. They have choices! They can either:
(a) do an after school club then walk down to my office for a lift home,
(b) hang around town/park til 5.30,
(c) get a public bus straight after school which stops about a mile short of the house, and walk the rest of the way, or
(d) get the school bus which mainly serves the other secondary in town, which stops right outside the house.

Of course, (a) or (d) would seem the most sensible to me, but, no, they seem to think that the other two options are preferable. During the summer, perhaps, but on a cold, dark winter's afternoon.....Hey ho, we'll have to "suck it and see".

BTM - they are selling those jeggings at 50% off! Only the 'bright' colours though, so in a mad fit I bought the orange.......Imy administrator has told me if I am scared of colour I should team them with black ;)

I have the orange - they are peng

Crepeys: I am having a Stupid Girly Wibble. Could you please apply your perfectly formed toes to my arse, please?

I am going to chat to a mag about a job there on Thursday. Bear in mind this mag is, ahem, not flourishing at the moment, and that I do actually have a fair bit of experience as a magazine journalist. Am going in as part of a jobshare pitch (in truth, am quite madly flattered to be asked by potential jobshare as she is the first person who ever commissioned me, about 12 years ago, and she really is very good). I can feel myself whiffling and wibbling and thinking "oh I can't possibly", when what I really need to do is think "I can, dammit, I absolutely can"...

Toes. Arse. Please.

What ho MI get thy arse in gear.
Giddy up.
Mantra: ' they'd be lucky to get me'

I tend to think if I can do it, any bugger can....I suppose they can't, really.

Not true!! Do you really really want it though?( not doing so might show through)

I have spent the day doing Diversity Training. Was well behaved all day( an awful lot of stupid bigots on the course) I lasted until 3.25 keeping my head down until I lost it completely with one of the gentlemen who claimed he couldn't work with women because they were 'so physically weak'
Raaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!!!!!

Feel a bit embarrassed with myself now. Needed saying tho

MI I couldn't do what you do so there!
Yy to 'they would be bloody lucky to get me' get someone (mrsS ?) to remind you of all the great stuff you have done.

Cremo go for it!

Go for it MI!

Thanks for all the bikini links everybody - there's got to be something out there

Diversity Training? WTF? I had Restraint Training tonight -women physically weak?Paaaah! Bet I could get him down on his arse before he knew it

Okay MI this person, who commissioned you previously (obviously thinks you are good), wants you to job share - this is someone you rate and they want YOU to job share, they approached YOU. So your problem is??

I do want it. It would be good fun. And money. And a core job. And I can do it, dammit, you're right.

I bloody love you lot, oh yesh

DP is coming home early. Because he has been ill at work all effing blinding day. He went to work with a temperature. I despair.

Another kick up the backside for MI from me. You know you are more than able.

I am wearing my designer DMs, MI. They have a little red label on them. If you get close enough to peer at the label and read it, it says "Royal Mail." Most people assume they are Red Not Dead or some such trendy brand. Anyhoo, consider them applied firmly to your arse. This is Imposter Syndrome. You can do it. Of course you can.

I had a lovely schadenfreude moment today. A job I applied for and didn't even get an interview for, has gone to someone I know to be a right royal pain in the arse. I give him two weeks to drive everyone round the bend. And my successor is someone I know quite well - she is another ginger haired crepey who doesn't take any crap. I foresee fun and games with AB. She comes across as quite quiet on first meeting, but she is feisty and doesn't tolerate fools like him. And despite several hours of mediation, AB is back to his old tricks - I applied for a day's leave this week and he hasn't signed it off. Our system will send him a reminder every 12 hours until he does, so he can't claim he didn't get it. So I am quite stressed again. I know why he is dragging his feet - it is because he wants me to cover a meeting while he sits on his arse at home. Well he can go fuck himself this time - if he doesn't reply, I will just take it.

Yes! Go MrsS! Full of cold here so no choir...feel like death warmed up...

Would this make me look even fatter fat? Is it a fat person's dress - ie a fat person looks at it and thinks "ooh, lots of material, that will cover my gut and arse nicely"?

Sadly yes, I think it's too swishy/drapey.

DP is reinacting the last days of Haworth Parsonage. All three Bronte sisters coughing their guts up, though thankfully not their alcoholic brother.

(Although in fact only Emily pegged it at home. Anne went to Scarborough, which is the only thing I ever remember about Scarborough. And Charlotte got married and got up the duff and then died of hyperemesis, in a particularly cruel twist of fate.)

OK. He sounds like Keats. Without the poetry. And not in Florence.

Don't do it MrsS - the dress I mean - not a good shape for mostly anybody!

I think you are right, MI.

It is not a dress for anyone with bosoms. Really it isn't. It will create the impression of droop in even the perkiest norks.

MI - I could probably join dp - I sound positively consumptive at the moment. It's crap and it came out of no where.

MrsS no to dress unless you are 6 4 and willowy (I think that is the term).

Ds still hasn't completed his 500 word challenge and I have parents evening tomorrow - oh joy.

BTM still haven't tried jeggings (winces) - I think dp might keel over when he sees the colour...