Forever Autumn Forever Crepey

[cremolafoam]

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
and darker days are drawing near,
the winter winds will be much colder,
now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
and one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them,
now you're not here

and for Cremo and Auriga. I have just made an apple, cinnamon and almond cake, so am sending you a virtual slice.

Herbs, you are an old lush and getting to be worse than me!

I went bra shopping with DD2 this morning. We both had a horrible time, and our moods not helped by bus diversions and hideous traffic. I do recommend Debenhams for the small of back and the large of bosom - it was the only place that I could find reasonably priced bras in her size, with lots of choice. She also reports back that the sports bras (their own make) are better than Shock Absorber and much cheaper.

Yes, MrsS, you may have to pass your crown on

I have managed to buy DD a few big cup bras online - do a search in her size on Amazon if you are sure of it.

I recommend the lunch, with or without lamb. Garlic, cream, potatoes - what's not to like? And very easy. God I love puy lentils too (just cooked them in stock, red wine and sliced sundried tomatoes too. Another serious no-brainer.

Auriga, wossup?

Cremona

Montserrat that's funny, we had a tardis-like phone box just outside the bar too! Or were you at the same college???

Us too.

I miss Tardis phone boxes. Yet another thing these new-fangled mobile contraption have rendered obsolete.

Cremola sorry. Damn autocorrect.

Sounds a gorgeous lunch, mi.

Our nearest phone box wasn't a tardis one, but there was one in the city centre - I remember being all when I saw it!

Jeez , just remembering my flat in Dublin, well it was the parlour of a Georgian house with a lovely view of as convent . There was an A/B phone in the hall - a complete contraption that only took Irish 20 p bits( washers) you put in your washer and pressed A to dial then when the phone was connected you pressed button B. It was like living in a 1960s sitcom. And afair you couldn't receive calls on it. For that you had to go to the phonebox down the street.
Ah the heady days of postgraduate life in the footsteps of George Bernard Shaw.

Ladies, are you Jesus girls?

Educationally yes. Religiously no.

OPM isn't though we did know each other a bit because we both spent a lot of time Objecting To Things.

Gulp, drove all the way there, unloaded dd's stuff and left again . dd very nervous that everyone else would be making friends while we made her unpack her mugs, so she made us go. I blubbed but very briefly and now feel relieved. Blimey. Hope you feeling OK, Crem.

Awww, Lalsy

Hatty, you're next!

Lalsy

Oh Lalsy. Courage, my lovely.

Lalsy - and for you too.

Thanks all. Was just so fast, I needn't have gone. Got a text from her later to say she out and about with people, so good and she was right to get stuck in. Her desk was like something from the Generation Game as we left - cuddly toy, coffee maker, they'll probably all still be there at Christmas.

Auriga, I hope you are OK.

I love puy lentils, to the point of obsession.

BTM, that sounds fabulous.

Two weeks before we say goodbye to the pfb, but I'm already in a bad mood. We did this last year (he is changing course and uni) and it's better this time, but still hard. We hope he'll skype a couple of times a week and he allows us to be FB friends as long as we never post on his pages.

Well done, Crem and Lalsy. Huge wrench. It seems there's no end to maternal ambivalence.

I've cleaned, washed, clipped hedges, cooked, baked, walked some more (ddog put herself to bed early in protest) and generally worked off the worst of the miseries.

Big meeting at work tomorrow, which I chair. This is the last one before I leave & will be v sad. Can't be helped. Have made choc fudge cake for everyone.

NUFC, I made your icing. What do you do with the rest of the evap. milk?

for all those whose DC have moved on to college. I can't imagine what it is going to be like. Actually all my energies are focused already on worrying about DS3 in Year 6. Next year he has to leave the cosy security of the little Autistic Resource Base where he has been since he was four, and move to Big School - a special school but nonetheless a Big School. I simply cannot imagine how he is going to make the transition .

Pour it over sliced bananas, add a sprinkle of brown sugar. Transports me back to the late 1960s in an instant!
Or else stick in fridge until goes yuk.

Am reading your posts and trying to keep up but am working on the fullest of full on conferences this week (Day 2 today, 5 to go) and don't seem to have any time or space to think let alone write much. See you in a bit!

Thank Christ it's bedtime. Multiple forms filled in for school transfer, fingers crossed that current head doesn't turn the guilt thumbscrews. Bassoon played in 'songs of praise' element of local festival.

The school we want him to go to is the local CofE - St Mary's. I never go to the church itself generally, but have been there three times in the past four days, singing and playing. It's a Sign from the Lord.

How much evap do you have, Auriga? Heat gently with roughly the same amount of chocolate (can be a bit less) and you have a great sauce for ice cream, which can be kept in the fridge for a bit.

I have nothing useful to add, OPM, except to send you some unmumsnetty hugs.

I have cleaned the kitchen and tidied the bedrooms. Hall is even more like an obstacle course than usual as DH is "having a clear out." This means putting everyone else's stuff, that he deems rubbish, in binbags.

I have also used the marvellous root touch-up to get rid of most of the grey on my hair before the funeral. My family can be over critical of appearance.

I have nothing to do at work tomorrow, so think I will do a bit of inbox weeding. And do it from home. I am making chicken soup in the slow cooker and it smells like my grandmother's kitchen.

Jesus wants Miniherbs to go there, Herbs, it is indeed a Sign From Above.