Season of Mists and Mellow Crepiness...

[QueenQueenie]

Here you go Crepesters...

I too have no childhood bedroom. My childhood house burned down, we moved out of my teenage house when I was 20, and my parents have subsequently moved again to a different town. Not as psychologically interesting as Mrs S's mother demolishing the house! Crikey.

DP magnanimously offered to take DS to school today. Then, 10 minutes before he needed to leave, noted it was raining and asked me to throw some clothes on and drive them. Then asked for a lift to the station afterwards. So, leisurely morning now gone.

This (peri)menopause is very odd. I thought periods kind of petered out. Mine have gone from regular as clockwork to nothing in one fell swoop. Though my combination of vitamins and evening primrose oil seems to have knocked the hot flushes on the head.

MI, sympathies

Herbs, buy him a brolly and tell him to woman-up.

I am feeling seriously under-motivated too Hatty. I think I had better identify my priorities for the day and get something done rather than spending it dreading the Parents Evening.

Aaaargh! I have a problem about the meet up on Saturday. A friend has just announced she is here from Australia and Saturday pm is the the only night I can see her. I haven't seen her for 5 years and she's on a mercy dash to UK for ill parents . What I thought I would do is meet whoever is up for an early drink on the Southbank and then get a train to my friend (she is in Wimbledon) about 8.15ish. So gutted and so sorry to not make the whole evening (I will pay for the lovely food that Crem has organised). Who is around for early drinkies?

Auriga - so sorry about your sister, glad that there is at least a small shift in her thoughts. I hope you and your other sister are able to find a way through.

I had a lovely childhood bedroom (although freezing, freezing cold as north east facing and on 2 outside walls) with a round window and the bed set into line of cupboards that my dad built. It too no longer exists as developers bought the house and put a McMansion on the plot. There are still times when I just long to go home, to drop my bags on the floor of the hall (as I yell at my kids for doing now) and sit at the kitchen table having tea. There is something about a childhood home, if it was relatively happy, that nothing ever replaces. Still, my current house has round windows too, and I have my childhood kitchen table so all those memories travel with us, don't they?

Herbs - I agree re perimenopause, I'm really not sure what to expect as it's so different for everyone, both physically and emotionally. At the moment, my periods are getting closer together and I don't know if that is menopausal stuff or something else, am going to ask dr about it. One friend is having an awful time, become really quite a different person, angry and fed up with everything when she used to be incredibly positive. She texted me last week and said I had spoiled her birthday as I had turned up without a gift - I'd sent a card to her house and then suggested we go to the cinema near her (bit of a mission for me getting out on a Sunday afternoon) but apparently this was not enough . For all I know, she made have just decided not to take any more shit and just express her feelings as they arise, but boy, it makes her hard to deal with.

BTM - I remember my father actually being unable to look me in the eye he was so disappointed after one parents evening. After that I used to always be in bed by the time they returned. I have to say, that this, more than anything else motivated me to work more at school.

I am going to avoid DS's maths teacher as I know she is a complete bitch after she destroyed DD2 who is actually good at maths and had great results the year before and after.

Wilbur, that's quite alarming re your friend!

I am cold. And the words are looking unimpressive on the page, dammit.

Wilbur, I think Stropps and I could make it into town by 5.30/6 - is that any good? Are you thinking in the venue or somewhere else? (either fine by me!) Anyone else? Rose, did you want to do early evening?
And your house sounds fab!

Sorry to hear about your friend. I (and my family) suffered terribly till I went on HRT, but I think I managed to keep it from my friends.

Hatty, I am afraid the HoY is similar. Both DD and DS reckon she has it in for DS who can be a right royal PITA, but the teachers who are older/more experienced/better at handling kids don't seem to have so many issues with him. And I know she will go on about him not following uniform policy, but at least 50% of the kids there don't follow it to the letter...

I have completed 3 pieces of writing - 3 more to go this morning

Good luck to CV !
to MI*
I loath parents evenings with a vengeance. I expect most teachers do as well. I'd be very happy with an email communication..... Having said that we have just sent a blistering email to the head of MFL at DSs school on account of the wanting DS to attend and after school oral session with the assistant because the timetable is buggered. He's the only one!
My childhood bedroom is long gone and I don't like single beds!!
I am sitting in a cafe in a mainline station waiting for a no show for a meeting, who is stuck on a train with broken track. Said no show...fellow tutor is making all sorts of rearrangements....she doesn't have kids. Enough said
Laters crepeys x

Good luck indeed CV. And fair dibs for applying.
Sorry to hear of parents evening woes . Ours were full of surprises! Dd rarely conveyed the reality of school life at home. Somehow we never knew she edited the school magazine on the side , or had a war if attrition going with the German teacher, who simply didn't 'get' her. Turned out her ability to speak Dutch was causing her German pronunciation to go a bit AWOL. The nativeGerman teacher assumed she was being intentionally 'difficult' ha! Cow.

Wilbur, don't worry about Saturday!
If all my travel plans turn out to be straightforward I may also be able to get to the south bank a little earlier.
I am in awful pain crepeys. Last night, in tears, I thought if be unable to get to London at all. To be honest , it's going to be a stretch. Things have settled a little today but I am really struggling with tiredness. The meds I'm on just deplete me of all energy and I feel so bloated.

Oh Cremo We will cheer you up! Is there nothing any professional can do?

Cremo, so sorry to hear about the pain! I really hope you can still make Saturday. But more importantly that you feel better.

I could make early drinks at 5.30/6. My feeling is that it would be less stressful if we had them at the Mulberry Bush (no drunken staggering around Laaaandon) but I don't mind.

Oh Cremo my lovely.

I wonder if it is also partly your body and mind pinging back after going through so much in the summer?

Oh Cremo, you poor thing, look after yourself x

Poor crem. It's been going on TOO long now.

My right ankle/foot, which I buggered falling down the stairs in Feb, still isn't right. I've just treated myself to an ankle support, but to get it small enough to support my foot means it's cutting off the blood supply to my ample calf.

BUT NEVER MIND ALL THAT. It's GBBO final tonight! Who are the crepeys backing? Big Tilly Nance, or that lovely Richard? Not Luis. He's just irritating.

Crem - so sorry to hear about the pain, so debilitating. The lovely Dutch Airbnb guests we had this weekend were both Body Stress Release practitioners and had a lot to say about the pain/stress relationship. MI could well be right.

Yes, 6pm at the Mulberry Bush is great for me, I will see whoever can make it there!

Going to cobblers and Lidl now.

Right, Mulberry at 5.30/6 it is!

Re GBBO, it has to be Richard, though I would love to see BTN win

Wonder if MI is right too - my lovely DGodM started with rheumatoid arthritis when her DD finally died after spending her whole life in and out of hospital
But I'm sure yours can be sorted Cremo, once the right professional gets onto it.

MI, Richard is lovely, but hardly a sex-object. IMHO of course!

Just Back form the Torturer physio. The exercises she has given me for motility are agony. I feel like I need one of those stretching machines from the middle ages to put me right. Just keep going I suppose. Still awaiting an apt with an Orthopaedic person as a follow up on second MRI last week. However had a casual conversation about it with my mum's friend on Sunday ( a retired Orthopedic surgeon) who says it'll either be surgery ( most common solution) or pain meds injected into spine ( temp solution for herniated discs). Blee to both.

MI and others, I do think I am holding a massive amount of tension in my body. When I do manage to relax the muscles, the tears come, which is very telling I think. Wilbur, I wonder do we have those kind of practitioners in the UK, like those Dutch people? Sounds brilliant tbh.

I am doing my best to get to London on the grounds of it being therapy for my soul. Heaven knows out family are expert on Reckless Holidays. We have form.

BTN for me, but I think Luis or Richard might pip her to the post.
( covering all bases )

BTM, I've known worse . In my drunken and somewhat indiscriminate past.

Oh me too, MI. I wouldn't mind Richard giving my baps an icing, etc.

Reckless Holidays are the way to go Cremo

But he's so hale and clean-living looking

Oh, Crem, I can so sympathise. My right knee, which I have known for the last three years wants replacing, has suddenly deteriorated with a vengeance. Walking is an exquisite pain since Friday. I am giving it 2 weeks to get better and then going to the Gp. I had sworn that I would never have the other knee replaced, so that says it all. I hope you manage to get away at the weekend.

We have just been out for lunch in Newcastle city centre. Nice food and a Groupon offer, so a good deal.