So much to catch up in! Loving crem's goats, especially the naughty one. But I have to join hatty and tilly in the pet hair allergy club...I don't just sneeze, I itch too. Hence no pets.
Honestly, the glam evening do's get boring after a while, not to mention squeezing oneself into frocks and the like which are unforgiving and demand control pants which I hate with a vengeance. What I want to know about the dress code for herbs birthday bash is this....are we dressing in cruisewear ie crimpeline (sp?) trousers and striped tops...or is it "formal night" ?
Sleepy about this wretched neighbour MrsS. I would want to move....really.
Oh heavens CV the perfect teenager. I'd send him an email with the content of your proposed "chat" Then he can't easily shout back at you til he's read everything you have to say....
MI you lucky beggar. Make the most of it...its pissing down here and never really got light all day long.
I am trying to live a quasi normal existence against the background of DDad oscillating between being completely moribund and then rallying unexpectedly. And worse than that, DMs reaction to it all. She is so difficult to manage. Spoke to DSis across the Atlantic last night on the phone. In the end even she got on my nerves...you know when you have a conversation with someone and all your contributions are met with either "not so much that..." Or "not only that...." I hate it when people do that...know what I mean?
Still life goes on. Off to see another play at Hampsted tonight called The Moderate Soprano. I've been working across the middle of the day in a board meeting, and am not sure if I want to go out or curl up on the sofa....