Crepeyistmas Time, Camel Toe and Whine...

[MrsSchadenfreude]

Pandering to the uncouth...

Signing in, rather late to the party...

We've had a suprisingly good day (I always have low expectations!).
Delicious late breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, a bracing long walk to the sea, far too long in the kitchen cooking our late lunch (a Moro recipe fish stew), a game of scrabble, lots of red wine and a few episodes of Rising Damp on the dvd player , a last cup of tea and I'm ready for bed..

Thanks for my lovely and delicious smelling secret satan soap whoever was kind enough to send it to me. I love this idea and think we should make it a tradition amongst the crepesters.

Much love to you all. X

Thank you muchly my lovely secret Satan for a gorgeous present.

Lovely day here, slightly unexpectedly, no tears [sorry to hear about your ILs Herbs] and some good practical jokes.

Oh, and even some nice presents!

DH and I about to retire to our airbed in the living room.... up early doors to whizz PILs to Gatwick....

I must get up but feel somewhat sluggish and over fed. We have an arrangement to meet friends from next town along the coast for coffee at 11 in local tea shop which amazingly, opens Xmas and Boxing Day morning. Not the DC...gonna leave them in bed. Then very late ...dunno what to call it...all meals are just merging in to one....brunch-tea at the beach cafe en famille. Must get a long and head clearing walk in between the two.

I cant believe quite how much TV I watched yesterday. Starting with Dr Who, then Miranda, Call the midwife and followed by 2 hours of Downton. As you can see I got my Own Way.

Am considering when to bring in an entire ban of both eating and watching TV.

herbs sorry about yesterday. Can you have some more cheering moments today?

Happy a Boxing Day Crepeys xx

Lovely day yesterday. Not optimistic about today. Visiting old friend of DH, who seems to have invited us without consulting his (fairly recent & rather prickly) wife. I rang yesterday & asked what time we should arrive; they immediately started arguing. I asked what we could bring & suggested I could bake a cake; he conveyed this to her and I distinctly heard her say 'why would she want to do that?'

Should I take a good book?

Oh lord, Auriga, grim.

I am embarking on cooking. I conducted a Ladyjog at 7.30.

I would also take a really fancy cake just to annoy her.

How rude auriga. Gosh there's nothing like feeling welcome is there.

May do that, MI.

Gin an excellent suggestion too. Sadly there's a lot of driving involved . Still, it's only one day and DD likes her DS.

Rudy, thank you for organising it - was really good fun.

Auriga, that sounds grim. Could you fake illness and all cry off?

Or perhaps extreme and mildly excessive politeness, that she can't possibly complain about, just be mildly disconcerted.

Off to sis's today, complete with Boring Cousin. Tedious FiL, Difficult Brother and Sad-Making Father. Once more, drink will see me through.

Herbs, that sounds sad.

Could I echo Montserrat's heartfelt thanks for your willingness to clasp newbies to your collectively crepey bosom? Last year was my annus horribilis due to ds' many traumas, and I really appreciated your support (I never spelt out his situation...but he was on a knife-edge at times). Ds is now on fine form, thank God, and even dd is displaying more civilised behaviour. Dh continues to be a pain in the butt.

Thank you so much for my Secret Santa, too - smells divine, and very seasonal!

Courage and faith, Herbs - in a few short hours / days, the family festivities will have passed and you can drink sherry and watch rubbish TV in the comfort of your own gaffe whilst playing monopoly with your small boy. Wine will be your friend. Hang on in there.

Auriga, they sound especially joyless. Sorry to have to spend Boxing Day in a car or being treated rudely. Tonight, you will be back in your own gaffe - there will be gin a plenty for surviving it!

Rudy, the SS was great fun and I got gin, so I was thrilled.

Molly, so sorry your DS has had a rubbish year but very glad he is feeling better. DHs are supposed to be a pain in the bum, I think. I know mine is.

Crem, hope you are surviving Boxing Day and that you are not too tired after your epic Christmas Marathon. NU, are you feeling better today? Hope so.

Inspired by the awesome MI, I too have conducted a ladyjog. I feel quite cheery that I managed 30 mins without any stopping (as all the traffic lights were with me), which is a first and which I couldn't do three months ago. I forgot to turn on runkeeper so don't know how far it was (certainly well short of 5k) but slow and steady wins the race, eh? Even better, my bath is now run and I can feel that I have earned it. We are going to friends this afternoon which will be nice, although I would prefer to be on the sofa on my own for a bit, as we had people to us on Christmas eve and even a couple yesterday. I feel a bit talked out. Still, I can natter away with the best of them about nothing in particular.

Have a good day everyone [wine

Bugger, the most important one went wrong

We have managed to turn the production of sausage and mash into an epic (complete with flaming row) but all done now. DD1 completing the trifles.

I see your social/duty visits and raise you Oxford Street on Boxing Day. Not. A. Good. Idea. Had to queue to get into the handbag department in Selfridges and then there were queues for every bloody brand. Never seen so many security guards. We left. And then DD told me I could have used the vouchers online.
On our way home now with just a few bits that DD bought - online shopping here we come

And thanks to you Rudy for organising the SS.

And lovely to have new crepeys friends in the fold. When is our next meet - up?

My Mum wanted to go to Oxford Street today, BTM, so I have told her what you said about queues. So we are not going...

Looking at family photos on FB, my cousin's daughter:

"Z always says her DD is beautiful, but she's not at all, is she?"
"Well, she's quite a pretty girl, I think."
"I don't."
"Well I suppose everyone thinks their own child is beautiful."
"You weren't."

Gee, thanks...

Yes, a big thank you to Rudy for organising the Secret Satan. And thank you very much to whoever sent me mine with the lovely message. Very cheering. And the present was very tasty.
We managed to get everyone feeling happy here by going off to see Paddington on the afternoon of the 23rd and then having a family games evening. Db and his family came over on Christmas Eve and it all went surprisingly well, mainly because the dns and ds were plugged into the xbox/Minecraft the whole time. A large amount of alcohol was consumed, most of it by yours truly.
Christmas Day at dm's was fine although somewhat low-key, but I think the cooking and prep really was all a bit too much for her, even though she insisted on doing it . It was not helped by her having to have a seriously large cut above her eye glued back together on Christmas Eve. She went round to her neighbours to deliver presents for their dcs and one of their many over-exuberant labs jumped up at the door which flew open into dm's face. She had 6 glue strips, so it was quite a big hole. She insisted on soldiering on as normal, but I am not sure this was a good plan. I am sensing there is a difficult conversation looming in 2015 about her living arrangements as I think she is finding a lot of things too much and she has also been told that she needs her cataracts doing very soon. But she doesn't want to admit that she can't do stuff any more. Ho hum.
Happy Boxing Day to everyone and much strength to those having a trying time. The atmos here is a little odd and melancholy, but could be just me feeling a tad jaded and also having to gear myself up to consult the NHS 111 service as dd is still not right. Her head is still troubling her and Dr Google is giving me the heebie-jeebies. I did have a nice, slooooow morning, though, and am only now getting dressed to take the dog out. I don't usually get the luxury of doing bugger-all and loafing until midday.

Oh dear, MrsS. :( Why does she do stuff like that??

Ah, MrsS, the negativity and bitterness of old age - God preserve us from it. Perhaps you could teach your mum the Thumper adage of "If you can't say nothing nice, don't say nothing at all." She might learn. Or she might not.

X-post with you, Stropps. That all sounds worrying, poor you. I wonder if taking dd to A & E would be worth it? Just because they do the full assessment, don't they?