Mardy Crepeys

[SheherazadeSchadenfreude]

Done it...

Sherry is for trifles. Good Northern trifles.

Herbs, that is incredibly intrusive and I can't believe that someone could be that insensitive and thoughtless.

We got free tickets via Mumsnet to go and see Labor Day at the cinema last night. Somehow, we managed to end up in the wrong studio, and saw Grand Hotel Budapest instead (I think this was the better choice!).

Have written to PALS and asked them to forward email to my consultant as she doesn't appear to have her own email address.

Oooh sherry is lovely and doesn't make you pee in the night (sorry for tone-lowering).

MrsS, we really enjoyed that too.

MrsS/lalsy, does Grand Hotel Budapest have much about Budapest? We are going in 3 weeks!

I like a nice chilled Manzanilla. With some olives. Yum. Or a monstrous and over-powering Oloroso. Oh for the days when I worked in the wine trade and got fabulous discounts. I looked up the prices of some of the stuff I used to drink and was a teensy bit horrified. £24 for a 30cl bottle of my favorite Oloroso. I did an exam about sherry once...

I don't think Aldi does sherry

I have become shamingly addicted to my Ladyjogging - main reason I felt crappy and sluggish yesterday was I hadn't gone - but am still the size and shape of a hippopotamus.

My foot STILL isn't quite right, so is providing a handy excuse for not ladyjogging. Though I did have to 'run' behind DS going from home school yesterday as he sped along on his scooter. Even that made my knees hurt a bit.

Still doing this PGCE personal statement. I think I may be stymied by not having done any voluntary teaching. I suppose I could make up some BS about reading in the school, and then organising it post-haste.

Further news on Bed Gate. The people who dismantled the bed weren't even aunt+uncle, but some handymen contacts of theirs. So MiL in fact had her private space dismantled by total strangers. She's a very shy and private type, so is mortified at the though of strangers kicking her pants to one side as they stripped her bed.

Oh ffs, Herbs, I know serious illness and prospect of bereavement drives those around slightly bonkers but that is appalling.

A+U have form for barging in and taking over, forcing 'gifts' (unwanted tat) on to MiL, who's too polite to refuse, and general seemingly well-meaning but crass activity.

Oh Herbs, that's terrible. What were the "kind" aunt and uncle thinking???

Herbs - that is sooo bad. Aunt+uncle are clearly in a special insensitivity league all of their own.

Re: exercise - I am entirely addicted to my fearsome circuits class and have to go twice a week. I am fit, but wizened. Our circuits teacher had a baby 2 weeks ago and we had one evening where the class was cancelled and I felt moved to do The Shred instead. Level 1 was too easy, so I did Level 1 and 2. And then ate loads of cake.

Oh gawd, I have the job from hell. It is some kind of "test" and is horribly difficult and there are a zillion bits of reference material and a scary end client. I should not be on MN.

I need to get addicted to some kind of exercise...... I am just plain fat....

Herbs - I still can't get over the bed thing, the levels of insensitivity are stunning...

Fat, BD??? You are not fat!

I know I could do with losing at least half a stone, but I CBA I am reasonably fit, but still flabby, especially in the gunt region!

Stropps, get on with it!

I like pale cortado too......

I love sherry, the pre-Sunday lunch tipple when I was growing up, and I make the most fabulous sherry sauce for Xmas pudding, just in case you haven't consumed enough calories by that point on Christmas Day. My fave sherry story: I used to work in a Berni Inn which had a short flight of stairs down to the main restaurant. Charabanc of folk arrives to celebrate the 80th birthday of one of the younger members of the group, schooners (remember them?) of sherry all round. And then round again. And then again. Several hours later, there was a pile up of tispy, really quite elderly people at the bottom of this flight of stairs, all saying they couldn't get up them. They sat at the bottom of the stairs giggling until one gent found a fire-exit to the lower car park and led the group to freedom, setting off the alarm at the same time. It livened up an otherwise very dull working day.

Back feeling a bit better today, as I went to bed pretty much as soon as I got home from parents' evening. Lots of boring admin to do today so I'd better crack on.

Wilbur

Love that story, Wilbur

I hope Crem's dad is doing better.

I am having to hassle dh to make an appointment to have his bloods done before his next consultant appointment. I unwisely handed back all responsibility for this kind of thing to him last autumn and he bloody missed his latest checkup in Feb and the first I knew of it was when he was sent a new appointment for the beginning of April. I gave him a roasting about this, but I don't know why I wasted my breath really. Might as well go back to putting it all in MY diary

I like a dry sherry, but not the very driest (not sure of names), with some salty almonds or olives, preferably outside a cafe in Seville.

My nan was a right one for the Harveys Bristol Cream. 'Oh, just a small one.' 'Oh alright, just one more...' Ad infinitum.

And yes - Crem's gone very quiet. I hope this doesn't mean bad things.

I like sherry but up until last weekend I hadn't had one for ages; ooh, it was lovely.

No exercise for me atm; I did manage to do a mammoth shop this morning but am now putting my feet up as the back is awful even after several paracetamol, codeine and the gel.

I hope everything is ok with Crem, it must be very difficult for them all. And Herbs, still absolutely gob smacked about the aunt and uncle. Any news yet about when DFil will get home?

I haven't drunk sherry since Oxford (tipple of choice for the dons).

I'm working from home today, which is always fraught with logistical issues (taking a call from one of the directors at 9.15am, and trying not to let on that I was still in a traffic jam trying to get home from the school run, that sort of thing).

We have "trademen" in - a new hot water cylinder is being fitted, replacing the old one which took a week or so to heat up, and the fence is finally being repaired (hoorah! No more dog walkers giving me the eye as I'm slumped at the kitchen table in my dressing gown of a morning). The new cleaner was supposed to start today, but as there is no running water and dustsheets everywhere I suggested we postpone until next week.

I am eating an unidentified chicken dish I unearthed from the back of the freezer. Lemon chicken, possibly?? It hasn't improved with age.

Oh thanks everyone.
Dad's had a rough couple of days but is off the ventilator and just having oxygen. Very very tiny improvement. Slow going and not impressed by being in a ward 'full of old guys'.
His memory is not great and his notorious sense if humour is switched off which is a Bad Sign. We can do nothing but hope. He's on a new ward out if ICU.

Could do with an Amontillado.

Oh, bloody hell, Cremo.

CV, sherry also makes me expect to be called donnishly on something I've just said...

I have to spend the evening listening to the massed sounds of childish voices. AIBU to feel that I would slightly rather be at home with an Amontillado meeting one of the million deadlines on my plate?

Aw Crem, at least things are moving in the right direction. at ward "full of old guys". My gran was the same; didn't consider herself to be in the same demographic as the crumblies at her old folk's home, even when she was 101.

I suppose its an extension of still feeling 28, as I do, and believing that my real age must be the result of some kind of clerical error.