La Vie en Crepe

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And a new door opens...

MI, he had dark trousers & a purple shirt & polished shoes. DH lent him a tie which went OK with the shirt. He had a dark wool biker-type jacket but it was pretty scruffy - he was going to do the i/v in just the shirt, think it was warm enough.

He was well-slept, well-fed, showered and shaved and I made sure his shoes were polished. He's just texted me to say it went well phew.

MrsS sorry to hear about your infection, must be debilitating. Will you be ok for Fri? Still don't know if I can come, hope so.

Oh, good, he sounds decently presented. I think unless you actually go in wearing rags they probably don't even notice, though of course one notices oneself.

My ongoing saga of technological failure extended to not being able to open a document this evening (and Outlook deffo kaput). DP chose this moment to ring with lots of helpful advice . In the end I got it sorted (in fact I think it wasn't even my fault) but boy will I be glad when I see you all on Friday night and will probably be blotto by 8pm.

do you have to wear a suit for uni interviews then?
will dd not get away with her Motorhead tshirt.

{{{{panics}}}} never occurred to me....

My cat's just gone under the table and On to a brass tray in order to throw up. What's the matter with the floor? Or even, dare I say it, outside.

Just watched Finding Mum and Dad, with two utterly adorable brothers needing adoption. Heartbreaking.

Right. Now the sick has cooled, I dare say I should clear it up, however tempting it is to pretend I haven't noticed.

If you leave it to dry, Herbs, it hoovers up quite nicely.

Not off shag-pile, I find. Nor, I suspect, from beaten brass trays crafted in Africa. Turns out, though, that sick brings brass up a lovely shine. Could be a rather arduous and unpleasant cleaning solution long term, however.

BTM - we have parent's evening coming up, shortly followed by decisions about options. I do not have high hopes for DS (who is confident, popular, and reasonably bright, but lacks focus, and makes no effort for subjects he decides are "pointless" or particular teachers he regards as "idiots").

OMG CV, snap! At least when DS chooses his options he can drop art, which is not his strongest subject though he's not the bottom of the class (yes, they rank them) - there are students worse than him! I'm sure the art department will breathe a collective sigh of relief! He has to choose this year too as they do the 3yr GCSE thing.

Wilbur, my DS is rather like yours from the sound of it and I'm just hoping that he's just one of those children who is not particularly good at being a child or teenager and that he will grow into himself. Fingers crossed.

My dd (17) had something of this. She still feels different/eccentric, I think, and can't quite believe she has a large group of friends - but she realises she is liked and valued by people who are not friends.....I think it gets easier as they mature, the silly rules recede and they all learn more about each other and themselves.

God I was terrible at being a teenager. Especially in Norwich , not exactly a place that tolerated smartarse girls with forrin families.

I may as well confess that I did my university interviews - on the day John Lennon died, to give you a bit of historical and indeed style perspective - in a brushed-cotton blue Laura Ashley dress with a black V-neck sweater over, black wool tights and - yes - flat blue suede ankle boots. And a black velvet ribbon round my hair.

MI, I keep hearing how lovely Norwich is these days, with proper coffee shops and deli's and stuff

In the 1970s, BTM, it was a grim desert. Marooned in Norfolk. You had to catch a train to Ely to get to civilisation London. The sort of place where there were about three black/Asian people - one of them my mother, another a girl who weirdly enough now lives down the road from me in Catford - yet the National Front flourished (my mother was racially harassed out of the comp where she taught).

There were, admittedly, bits of it that were turning interestingly alternative, but living with my parents one didn't get access to these. On the other hand living in a household where people ate garlic and yogurt we were considered weirdos too...

I can't remember what I wore to my university interviews. Possible involved something borrowed from my mother.

I was a hopeless teenager too. Was mystified by all the bitchy girl gang thing, found it hard to make friends, and was at the sort of school where showing the slightest interest or aptitude in anything academic meant becoming an outcast.

Doing music outside school was my salvation.

MI, 1970s Norwich sounds like a buzzing multicultural metropolis.

I can assure you that 1970s rural Dorset wasn't much better. The village of approx 100 people that I grew up in had only got electricity in the 1960s. My parents used to have a special outing to Salisbury once a month to stock up on garlic and avocados and the like.

I think I may have mentioned before that I wore jeans to my uni interviews. Plus far too many earrings and a big chip on my shoulder. (Not much has changed, really, aside from the earrings)

I am reading all this about boys and starting to panic! Ds is bright (probably G&T), very able, sociable, but not a boys boy at all. Hates football and all that..... He also, like his father, has a habit of coasting and only pulling it out when he feels the need/is under pressure. I do not feel this bodes well for Secondary......

On very, very rare occasions one would be able to purchase a mango. Slightly less rarely, green coriander.

Weirdly enough DD1 appears to be quite good at doing the girl thang (though she's not yet 13), with friends who are slightly geeky as well as friends who are well popular.

Dd is bright but does no work until she absolutely has to and sometimes not even then. Ds is exactly the same, but more outgoing and clubbable. He is utterly dreadful at ball sports and hates football with a passion. Dh took him to watch the local team a few times, but stopped when he realised that ds was only interested in the chips that dh bought at half-time.

I am sure NI was the final outpost of wilderness with regards food.
Not that long ago I was in a co op and placed my shopping down at the till to be weighed.
What's that love? Said the assistant
Erm, it's a red pepper
Oh , what do you do with that then ?replies the assistant .
This was the 90s.

Semi-rural Hertfordshire must have been most advanced. I tried avocado when about 12.

Stropps, IMHO that is the only a very good reason to go to watch a footy match

Cremo

I don't think I had an interview for my Poly!!! I do however, remember my interview for ILEA which was in County Hall. I bought 2 pairs of socks from Sock Shop after it and felt terribly cosmopolitan (well, I was down from the North!)

And I can't believe you lot were all that gauche!

Stropps I think we ought to introduce our two to each other.....

I recall going to York for an interview in court shoes (WTA....), a skirt and a naice jumper (at least I did not have ribbons in my hair :) )

Food hmm.... I lived alternately in rural Wiltshire/County Durham and various BFPO bases in Germany. But I have a father who when we came home to London took me out to restaurants - Chinese and Italian I recall. I have a lot to thank him for ;)

My dad used to go and work in Exotic Lands for about six weeks at a time, a few times a year. One time he'd bought a huge bag of avocados, mangoes and papayas in Kenya, or similar, then transported them home in the hold of the plane. They were destroyed by the cold and lack of pressure, but we ate up all the various mushes as they were still unbelievably delicious.

Like the man said, the past is another country: they do things differently there.