The Crepe Papers

[motherinferior]

Did it!

DP and I are the worst combo, addle, especially at secondary school heads' presentations. We sat through a number when doing the round of schools for DD1. DP's job involves people pitching to him for money quite a lot of the time, and he goes into ruthless work mode, judging everything from the power point presentation to the time the speaker arrives (ahem, the head of your kids' school ). I turn into smartarse sixthformer from hell, lounging on my chair picking up the typos and passing comment not too quietly under my breath.

I suspect quite a lot of the schools in the Lewisham area were slightly relieved when we took our PFB elsewhere. The game was really not worth the candle.

Parents consultation boast. DS has achieved all the top targets for the term, already. He's top of the year above for reading. He has lots of friends, both boys and girls. And he apparently wants to be a waiter when he grows up.

Bless him herbs

MI, we know nothing will ever start on time - last night we capitalised and went round all the tables before the waffle speeches which were scheduled to kick off the evening! I was still bushed by the time we got home and I hadn't done anything!

herbs, maybe you can get him to practice at home (with your DP cooking, of course!)

DD seems to have got herself a job in a chocolate shop

She's such a good customer, they probably think of her as one of the family.

I had to go in to work during my leave to placate a frothing judge but at least it got me away from my DM. Give me a frothing judge over a self-righteous martyr any day...

Good show, mini-alto! Let's hope she doesn't eat her wages.

I have a wardrobe crisis looming. DP's new boss (he starts in a couple of weeks) has already asked us to her annual Christmas party. It's 'at home', which is in a £2million+ house in Highgate Village (I googled the address). Her husband is a fund manager.

I'm not sure my usual Sainsbury's staples are going to cut it.

A friend and I once managed to suggest to the head at a dreary school meeting that the year 11s would all be getting drunk at their end of exams hideous prom thing, and that he really wanted to be wearing a posh dress. We then broke a glass of red wine which went everywhere. The shame.

Oooh, Lalsy - thank you for the Tiger recommendation! Was pootling down Tottenham Court Road this afternoon with DD1 and spotted one. Excellent for stocking fillers and general Christmas crap. I got three little fibre optic (is that right?) Christmas trees for a pound each, that change colour. They have pride of place on the mantlepiece at the moment, much to DH's disgust.

I cannot be arsed to cook tonight. I cannot cook anything to DH's exacting demands (from his silly diet), so told him to cook his own fucking dinner. He rejected kheema and rice, on the grounds that peas were not vegetables (no, they are animals, I wanted to say) and pasta with pancetta and tomato sauce, garlic and onions and olives because there wasn't enough salad (he ate it all last night and I haven't been food shopping today). He has stomped off to Tesco express in a foul mood in search of salad and is noisily cooking an omelette. And, presumably salad. I suggested a sandwich, but he is anti bread at the moment, unless it is made with Ezekiel flour, which even Borough Market and Wholefoods Market can't deliver.

You would think I had offered him turkey twizzlers and curly oven chips.

Should have mrs s, should have

Getting to stir crazy point in this house. Cats are going demented - one is at the top of a very high bookcase( stuck) and the other one is running about like its full of speed.
Dh is stompy about fuck knows what.
Dd has slammed bedroom door
( I suspect a to-do between the two of them in the car on the way home from night class)
Now there is furious angry dishwasher emptying.

Would it be too much to ask to lie in front of the telly in peace recovering from a MAJOR ABDOMINAL PROCEDURE
WELL WOULD IT?????

That would be a no, Cremo, it would not.

MrsS, I asked the Inferiorettes what they would like to eat over the weekend. They want fish fingers and oven chips

I don't know why I bother...and in fact am not going to bother. Fish fingers and oven chips it is

Crem -

Nothing wrong with a nice fish finger and oven chips, MI. I am drooling at the thought. Can you get salmon fish fingers here? We were quite partial to them in Gay Paree. And can you get frozen chopped herbs here? I had a whole drawer full in my freezer in Paris.

Oven chips for dinner here this evening (well, the DCs at least). The other night we had curry sauce out of a jar ( well, it was a "gourmet" one from the local deli, which makes it OK, surely?).

I find that the amount of wingeing about what's on the plate correlates directly with the amount of time and effort spent creating said plateful, and I'm all for the quiet life.

MrsS, I love Tiger. Great for school-mate birthday presents too.

We all had oven chips for tea too. With sausages AND BEANS. Though I had peas, as the sausages had bramley apple in, and I'm not a savage.

Just watched Educating Yorkshire and was in floods about that lovely boy with the stammer. And his lovely teacher. Am now googling 'how to become a SALT'. It seems to involve two years full-time postgraduate study, then an insultingly low starting salary. But I'm wondering if it could be worth it for life fulfillment.

There is a Dutch shop that is very similar to Tiger (except they sell knickers and some children's clothes as well) called Hema, which we frequented when we lived in Belgium and France. We also bought some wrapping paper, stroopwafelen and some Belgian truffles and I ate them all. And we got DH a man shaped thing with a soap box on it that suckers onto the shower wall. He will hate it.

I got some of Prince Charles's sausages at the weekend. They were not popular - too coarse in texture. They were also extremely fatty - I used up the last four to make meatballs and the amount of fat that came out of the sausages was shocking.

Herbs, I was filling up watching that too. I heart Mr Burton.

MrsS, you can get salmon fishfingers (and frozen herbs) - I inadvertently bought them for the DC...
Oven chips and fishfingers constitutes a weeknight dinner here. With lots of veg, of course!

Oh yes, Mushraf - what a sweetie. And how blub when he did his speech to all those Y11's. It makes you realise what schools do as well as trying to hit the governments ever increasing targets.

Very hungover here. Lovely curry with mates from work then two of us carried on. I can't do this at my age ..... I will need lots of tea today and peace and quiet....

Salmon fish fingers - ds's fav (with tartare sauce)

That school was brilliant with the boy with the stammer - what I don't understand is how he didn't have outside specialist medical help and it was down to his teacher to try out the Kings Speech idea.

I did say to DH with the facilities they have in that school - individual laptops plus the dedication of the teaching staff, they should all be getting top marks. We have nothing like that in France.

Mrs S - get the impression you're missing Picard's frozen herb collection