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Over here all........

I am so sorry cremo.

Btw I think our friends will have a quite unrealistic idea of our domestic standards - have scrubbed their house as our weekend rent

Dd1 has mislaid her raincoat (left at home) and appears to think AIBU for saying it really is not a problem for me if she doesn't track it down in time for school starting tomorrow.

Just catching up and saw your post Crem.
Really hope your poor dad is being looked after by now and that you are ok too.

Oh Cremo, so sorry to hear that.

I'm really, really sorry to hear that, Crem. I hope your ddad is getting the care he needs and you and your dmum are looking after yourselves too. Hope you are out of A&E now. :(

Cremo so sorry to hear that :(

Here it's two applications down, one to go, and I have just spotted a typo AHHHHHH....

Ddad has been admitted to a cardio ward . The consultant has said its non cardiac pulmonary oedema . So fluid on his lungs has caused heart problems.. My question is why they didn't see this on Saturday before sending him home. He's very frail looking now. Dmum fainted soon after they brought him in. The shock I think. She has rallied now and eating a scone.( sorry that sounds mad)
Thanks for all good wishes. It really helps to have somewhere to write this down .

I hope they sort him out quickly, Crem.

Bloody hell Crem. Very pleased to hear he's being looked after but very sorry that you are on such a rollercoaster of awfulness.

Oh Crem, hope he is comfortable enough. Not a good way to spend an Easter bank holiday.
Stropps, your daughter looks gorgeous on Facebook and we are in awe of her French plait.

We have cycled to the pub and we are off to see a duck race this afternoon. There was much tired leg moaning on the way here, so not looking forward to the way home.

Yes Stropps, your dd is indeed truly gorgeous

Cremo, thinking of you.

DD and I have had a lovely lunch/afternoon in the pub with her BFF (since day-care nursery) and mum who is my mate. We both kept reiterating that they can only try their best and that if they don't do as well as they hope to, it's not the end of the world and it is sortable. Then DD had a political rant with my friend (who is very passionate about politics) about Gove and the state of the country, etc, etc, and then we strolled back through the park and bumped into friends and aquaintances, one of whom was their Y2 teacher!

Oh Crem, just when you thought he was on the mend. Hope they can get him back home again soon.

We are back home again after a lovely family weekend in Warwickshire. DB was on great form, which makes all the difference at our family get-togethers, and 3yo niece was as cute as ever, and the centre of attention from her older cousins. DSM is recovering from a hip replacement, but is not used to being looked after, so we spent the whole weekend shouting "sit down!" and whipping trays/glasses/teatowels out of her hands.

The mammoth food-and-drink fest culminated this morning with brunch at a local restaurant..... Eggs Benedict.... mmmm..... My jeans feel slightly on the tight side, and I actually had a dream last night that I was swelling up, Mr Creosote stylee.

Back to school for the big two tomorrow, so my evening chore is to sew name tapes onto their newly purchased summer uniform. And nag about unfinished homework.

I feel quite smug as we have another week before the back to school capers!

Cremo hope everything is on an even keel...

bigtillyMint. DH and I keep saying DD can only do her best - if only she would though . She's more concerned about her big performance next weekend and have spent the afternoon in Kingston having her properly measured for supportive cradles as she has to skip on stage .

Why is it that my one who cares is the anxious, sensitive one?

And I have MIL arriving on Thursday and my mother and step father on Saturday. They haven't spent that long together in close proximity since we got married. DH has announced he will warn his mother that weekend food is going to be buffet style because there will be so many comings and goings and rushing to and frommings. Eek!

Windy I have spent the last 2 years trying to get DD to get measured. It wouldn't matter if she was flat-chested like me, but she needs scaffolding!

I do not remember feeling anything like the anguish that our teens seem to be going through with the GCSE stress. I did sweet FA until just before my O'levels then crammed all through the night before!

I think the drama teacher succeeded where I didn't and told her she would be in trouble if they escaped . 3 x 32DD and £90 down . Which doesn't sound that bad until you realise it's on a 5'3", 8st 7lb frame . DH rudely calls her "Babs".

DD gets anxious over the GCSE's and will cry but it doesn't drive her to do the bleddy work. They don't start, after all, for another month. Having said that I remember doing a bit of work over Whit half term when I realised school put the results in the local rag and decided not be humiliated. DS never did a hand's turn but didn't have to and didn't care.

Windy, DD is about 5'3" and I think a 30DD, but who knows!

DD only has 2 GCSEs this year - god help us when she has the other 12 (XII) next year!

Dd (somewhere between 5'5' and 5'6', 8st 7-ish and 30F and always keen to be measured up for more expensive chestwear) has been completely vile to me this evening. I am officially fed-up with the whole, stupid, self-indulgent nonsense of this GCSE "stress". After all, the following year it will be AS "stress" and then A2 "stress" and apparently this allows you to shout, swear and be as outrageously foul as you like and expect other people to absorb your personal attacks without flinching. There have been many times when I have felt quite strongly that I am not cut out for this parenting lark and this is one of them. :(

Thank you for all your lovely comments about her appearance. I am currently feeling that she could do with working on being a little more beautiful on the inside. I am supposed to be taking her to a concert in Bournemouth tomorrow night (tickets were Christmas presents) and I am feeling like setting fire to the tickets.

Ah, we did that last year - this year we've 10. Hey ho .

Anyway settling down to some long awaited Jamaica Inn

I took DD2 to get her a bra that fits last weekend (she was wearing her older and larger sister's cast offs, and an unflattering sports bra, as she refused to get measured after a traumatic experience in John Lewis a few months back. Went to Debenhams and got her 2 30Fs. She is tall, though, and doesn't look top heavy.

I called my dear mother this evening. She snarled down the phone "Have you called to see if I'm dead?" It all went downhill from there. Apparently, she was "so embarrassed" because everyone had asked her if she had had an Easter card from me, and she hadn't, and if I had called her over Easter, and I hadn't, and if I had been to see her over Easter, and I hadn't. I bit back on the latter - I had said I would bring the girls down over the Easter break, and she had said not to - to wait until the decorators had finished. Apparently, she was expecting me to bring them down for the day though, and to take her out to lunch. She then said "And I haven't got anything else to say," and hung up.

Not looking forward to all of this GCSE stress. Sounds a nightmare, Stropps. No useful advice, sorry. Your DD is stunning though, and looks just like you.

Blooming girls - no pun intended.

I had to tell mine (mother), when she rang me at 7pm yesterday to wish me happy Easter (she hasn't actually rung me for four weeks although I have her) that I had bought a packet of Easter cards but had clean forgotten to send them. "I suppose you had to time to go to church" was hissed down the phone.

Really, really looking forward to next weekend . The passive aggressive one -v- the narc with a bit of bombastic step thrown in [sob emoticon].

Mine is passive aggressive (but usually just full on aggressive), narcissistic and utterly self absorbed, Windy. When I told her I had melanoma, she said "Oh no! That's something else for me to worry about now!" Because it is always all about her.