Beware the Crepes of March!

[QueenQueenie]

Well someone had to do it as my last post was number 999...

Lovely MAC makeover, Rose. I'd fancy that.

I wouldn't have thought there was any dilemma about 'flushable' wipes. They just aren't really, are they?

Welcome back to all the uni returnees. Must be lovely, own bed, home cooked food etc.

Feeling better today, just twiddling around with work but I'll crack on tomorrow.

Am feeling well jel of posh do's - I never go to any.

But I am going for a Spa day on Saturday

Love a posh do as well BTM. It seems I'm never invited to anything any more. But then I love staying at home with the open fire and my dressing gown.

Rusty if dd had had interviews I'd have done the same.

Rudy not Rusty. I have moment of hating this iPad

I have indeed avoided the wipes, advocating the almost equally right-off option of soft loo paper instead. At least it's flushable.

Rudy, sounds very tough, my lovely.

I am now writing about maternity bras while drinking red wine. I am fighting the urge for a small whisky, which is made much easier by the fact we don't have any whisky. There's only so much you can say about maternity bras.

Mr Inferior has returned home in between bouts of TMATSNBN. I've just realised he's got it again tomorrow. Unless of course he's having a passionate affair with Missis Wrong Number.

I made the momentous decision to junk half my Great Unpublished Book today. Several years of on-off writing, but it's just not good enough.

Rudy those Mothers need to get a life…what will they be like when it comes to uni interviews….? Having had phases of a lot of posh dos all my adult life…I'm sure you'll look amazing. If in doubt, I wear black…boring but true. And these days I'm eschewing the control underwear (you don't need it) and being comfortable. Viv sounds just the ticket. Hope your DM is ok?

Nooooo MI….don't do it, woman.

DH came back not exactly sanguine but calm. The PILs just can't understand why he wouldn't support the idea of being disinherited in favour of a sister (who is Doing Very Well Thank You at the moment )"just in case" she falls on hard times in the future. Apparently we can always sell our Sussex flat to fund our cardboard box under the arches….In actual fact, DH is only being left his DFs Cricket book collection. Sis is to be the beneficiary of everything, (proceeds of the sale of the property etc, the receipt of the car and jewellery)….a nominal sun will go to our DC and that's it. What a situation...

Big hello to Cremo.

DD is not finishing uni until the 13 March. Then she's going to my parents so I won't get to see her until the 25th. I keep seeing her in the sort of pictures which would come back to haunt her were she to become future PM.

I uave discovered that the nonspeaking nephew is also going to be here for the weekend. DH has promised to take him off for a bike ride! I am going to try to get my hair cut this morning as it hasn't been done since before Christmas and my roots are substantial!

How awful Rose. Nothing to add to what everyone else has said but it's so unfair, and so short sighted of them.

Wear the dress Rudy. I get a lot of vicarious pleasure from you and Herbs having that lovely dress.

Good luck, MI.

Not posting very much, but thinking of you all

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Rose, your poor DHS - even if cricket is his lifelong passion, a box of effing books. I wouldn't blame him if he cut down contact with them substantially.

Hatty I am eternally grateful that FB and the like didn't exist back in the day. I would never have got a responsible job.

Hatty, dd doesn't finish till 27th - this was a weekend at home for a summer job interview and proper food!

Rose, that is a horrible situation, I am sorry. No-one knows the future, especially when you have children - so it seems to me an equal division is the only fair thing, with the presumption that if when the time comes someone is in great need, family does the decent thing.

Rose, I'd wipe my arse on the cricket books and then have a ceremonial burning of them. With DSIL on top. And I would certainly challenge the will.

Don't ditch the book, MI. Edit it.

Pass me a page of the cricket books Mrs S. I'm for some arse-wiping too.

That's outrageous Rose. Inheritances shouldn't be divvied up so unfairly. Or, indeed, at all. Could have all sorts of consequences down the generations.

My parents estate is being divided equally in three between us, despite my sister being married to a Merchant Banker and absolutely rolling in dosh, and my brother being in a low-paid job. I guess we've all had the same chances in life, and can choose what to do with our share.

Thank you Tilly, Addle.
Lalsy I couldn't have put it better myself. DH is a very kind, benevolent and generous person but I can now see signs of him hardening towards his parents.

MrsS Ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Yes, burn the witch. Actually last night I suggested to DH that we could always use the cricket books as kindling in the winter, when we're in our cardboard box, under the arches. Or we could donate them to DSIL when she falls on hard times…...

x post, Yes, agree Herbs there's four siblings in my lot…my DParents have divided everything equally, and this hasn't changed even when I was a single parent…It's the only fair way.

Sounds like the Cricket Books are about to become Faece Books ……

(You gorra laugh in the face of such awfulness…I love you Crepeys.)

I'm not ditching the book! I'm chucking the not very good half of it and re-aligning it. There is a lot of whiffle. The whiffle was in different ways interesting to write and some of it's entertaining to read, but it doesn't work. Too much writing-as-therapy. I need to go through - which I have already started doing - and bookend the personal stuff as intro etc to the fiction, which is where IMO it starts taking off.

Rose, I would get the effing books valued just in case.

My parents, in a rare moment of sanity, have only announced that they would like to fund their grandchildren through university. I have to say I said yes. Quite quickly.

I am the sole beneficiary of my DM's will, as an only-child. However, I am not really expecting anything much as I am sure it will be eaten up by having to pay for care. Sooner rather than later, it seems.

On a more positive note, I had a brief foray into our back yard before work, and spring is springing CV, you will be pleased to hear that the clematis that I had cut back to within 2 inches of it's life is looking green and sprouty

OH says some older, first edition Wisdens may be worth a bit.
We were talking about it and find it incomprehensible. Even if there were good reasons for doing it (can't imagine what they would be), surely you would realise that you had forever and irrevocably changed your relationship with that child?
I see much more of one of my adult children than the other because of distance and it is probably fair to say that we are closer, but I would never show that in any way (at least I hope not).
So hard Rose.

I'm sure he is Rose - it is not about the money is it, but what it symbolises - what on earth do you say to the dc?

MI, I get you, good luck. And brilliant about your dps - do read what the marvellous Martin Money Saving has to say about why paying upfront is a bad idea unless career paths set for hefty salary.

Anyway there is a bright golden haze on the meadow and I am off to wash plant pots. The potting-shed has a purposeful air.

EA, I love that post. I imagine you wafting around in linen in soft focus

Our park was budding. I thought of Cold Comfort Farm as I conducted my Ladyjog.

No, sadly leggings, t-shirt and hacking cough! There is the tiniest lamb across the road. The owners are weekenders but the sheep "les sousfok" (took me a while to realise this was Suffolk) just seem to get on with it without midwives. I do urge anyone who hasn't seen the Kate Beckinsale / Eileen Atkins / Stephen Fry Cold Comfort to watch it. The acting is just amazing.

J'adore 'les sousfok'.

Just spoke to my dad. So my mum apparently was feeling ill in the night, worried about her heart, summoned him, etc etc...but has now gone back to bed. Call the GP, I suggest (what with my mum being (a) 5 stone (b) 79 (c) in her fourth round of chemo (d) a recent survivor of major surgery including literal disembowelment). Oh no, she doesn't want it, he says. Do it anyway, I say. No, he says with huffy insistence, I can't, I'm not breaching her confidence.

I suppose it really isn't my business. If I were truly worried I'd call the GP anyway but it is a bit perturbing. But if they between them want to go to hell in a handbasket...

Oh dear MI. But I think you need to leave them to it, unless you are really worried. Such a horrible thought, becoming a burden to one's children.
We have just had an exciting delivery of some new pots. They have come via Poland, Germany, Belgium and Le Havre. Not very green even though they are.
At least the delivery man managed to find us. Sometimes they are frightened of the countryside and leave it in the bar eight kilometres away. Of course it isn't helped by the fact that one postcode covers a 10km radius from the nearest town and the houses in the hamlet have no numbers, names or road names to help. It is all based on the postman knowing who you are. No help to any other delivery driver.