Sour Crepes

[QueenQueenie]

Well someone had to do it....

I mean "not" showy off business types, sigh.

BTM - the examined life by stephen grosz - brilliant

what's all this about beef wellington?

think dress is fab but not good for teens so am sitting on fence and agreeing with everyone

herbs - you will be great, honestly but agree with asking btm

Nerves not helped by it being a tube strike day, meaning I have to get a complex assemblage of trains and buses to Bloomsbury, all of which will be packed and possibly not letting me on. I have one hour and 10 minutes to do the trip, and TfL journey planner's lowest estimate for the journey is 1 hour. Not leaving much room for error.

I also have to do a PowerPoint presentation. I have a mac, they have a Windows PC. I forsee IT issssues.

Addle - I attempted Beef W at Christmas with mixed results (delicious but looked odd) so ordered it last night on waiter's rapturous recommendation. It was inedible: I actually sent it back. QQ has issued a BW Challenge, as I claim to have learned from my mistakes but have never put this to the proof

Sorry I had failed to grasp that you and Windy needed to leave early, feel as though I hardly saw you. Was lovely though.

Beachy, DD1 said that dress would be popular with girls her age at school, but is not the sort of thing you can wear if you have big boobs, as it would just hang and make you look huge all over.

We are back from IOW. I would have had a much nicer time if I had gone on my own or just with DD1. DD2 was an utter pain - didn't want to leave the hotel room, wanted to watch Anime films on her phone or talk to her BFF in Texas. It peed down all day yesterday which didn't help matters, or my temper. Once the phone had been removed, and the shrieking ceased, DD2 became better company, and our day in Ryde yesterday was not too bad, despite the relentless, driving rain. Oh and DD2 lost her Oyster card at some point, so we are making her pay for a replacement . And we walked back from Waterloo (which only takes around 15 minutes, but there was much moaning).

I am going out tonight, with Brussels friends, without DH or the DDs, to see the London Gay Big Band (one of them is playing).

I have never cooked Beef Wellington on principle, as whenever I ask DH what he wants for dinner, he says "Beef Wellington."

Is Windy necking the Alka Seltzer and vomiting into a bucket, saying "Never again" and "Fuck those Crepeys"?

BTM, I have that Steohen Grosz book and have read it. Let me know if you want me to bring it to the next Crepey meetup.

Herbs, they will probably want to know how you will deal with people who have had pretty negative experiences of the education system and who won't necessarily be appreciative of your efforts, so good to have a bunch of answers up your sleeve for those kinds of scenarios. Also, maybe it helps to remember that in a sense you are also interviewing them - to get a feel for whether this is indeed what you want to do.

Friend has cried off sick tonight, so won't be going out. DH doesn't want to go. Don't want to go on my own.

No. I've MIL here. DD's theatrical extravaganza this weekend. Haven't stopped since 8ish except for a sly latte in Ely's after Sainsburys and just by chance they happened to have some lovely sandals in . Laundry (tick), shopping (tick), put aways (tick), just throwing food together! Can have wine when we're all home at 10ish .

I have learned from last night's debacle, and we have wine. But I cannot drink it until I've performed an errand.

DS's latest obsession is Lazy Town, and in particular the lead character Sportacus. Those of you with older children will be mercifully oblivious to this person. Anyway, DS came and lay down next to me this morning, folornly noting 'I wish I might have a Sportacus costume'. He doesn't usually ask for anything, so I put a shout out on our local sell and swap group, and lo and behold, someone local has a veritable Sportacus costume! And the arch villain, Robbie Rotten!

I'm going to collect them tonight, once he's in bed, so they're here in the morning as the best surprise ever. If I can keep off the wine that long...

I am about to hit the gin. Hard.

DD1 has just informed me that at her school, the girls have to do their own laundry, but the boys get theirs done for them until they are in the sixth form. Are we still in the 1950s, and has modern life passed them by??

MrsS, re: school laundry - that is vvv wrong.

Herbs, ds still treasures his tiny Sportacus slipper socks. I have not been allowed to recycle them. Yet.

I've asked DD1 to clarify that this is indeed the case with the Head of Boarding, before I sound off!

Also, ds developed a great love of having his hair cut when he was a toddler because "his" hairdresser looked like Robbie Rotten and was also really called Robbie. And was happy to act like RR for his young customers

MrsS, I am just x1000. Seriously.

MrsS you are kidding.... Seriously?

Am at laundry.

I have exported one child for sleepover and gained another for ditto. This is ok as visitor child is a delight and she and DD1 are making cookies.

Have purchased the new Eucerin tinted facial sunscreen and will report back. Also bought new pants, of the small black lacy bikini variety which mortified DD2 in M&S

The air on that roundabout turns them all slightly mad Mrs S . It's the fumes converging up from the M25 as they hit the A road!

I am having a little surf in the bedroom lest I strangle MIL before DH gets home from sodding rugby. It has taken less than 48 hours to do her "well YOU are practical in every way unlike any of my children who all went to university". One day, just one day I will say "such a shame that neither SIL1 nro SIL2 have ever had a proper fucking job then".

Have just laid up a spread because of the toings and froings here of ham, parma ham, salami, anti-pasti, nice bread, chicken drumsticks, salad, cake, etc. She's just said "are we all eating together or shall I have to serve myself". Yes love, just for once do it yourself rather than be waited on; I've told you five times that's how we're doing tea/dinner/supper today.

Still not back from rugby - we are leaving in 30 minutes

Here I am! I have to say I haven't done an interview in 10 years and I am primary (it's adult literacy, isn't it?), but I am happy to help! Will have a think!

MrsS I am seriously horrified

Thanks Addle! And Stropps - I am going to try to find it on Kindle first!

Have just been to friends fundraising cake sale, where chat with a friend descended into us discussing our menopausal woes

Mrs S at the laundry story - do check it's not a wind up by DDbthough.

Beachy your DD is beautiful and the dress is also lovely.

Windy, DP's lovely mum - who was truly admirable in many ways never missed a chance to mention my age. In a sort of "how brave you are defying all obstetric and gynaecological odds in reproducing at 37 and 40" way. Er, just rub it in that it's taken me roughly 10 years longer than I planned to find a bloke willing to have kids with me, why don't you...

She also clearly thought I was a huge great heifer for weighing more than 8 stone. Which is at least an improvement on my mum who thinks anyone over 7 stone is repulsively obese, I suppose.

Did I mention we're visiting my parents tomorrow ?