The Crepe Escape

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New thread!

Title can refer either to our upcoming holidays, or our upcoming fleeing from the Bojo-led charabanc of doom.

We are horrified. That was us last summer, not on Bastille day but walking along the Promenade des Anglaises every evening of our summer holiday. My heart goes out to the victims and their families. There are no adequate words to describe this atrocity.

BD crem re exhaustion and funeral respectively. Xxx

We're on holiday, CV half the time in Lucerne (yes, tilly, was just using the German spelling) and then on Sunday off to Montreux via the golden pass rail trip. Not a long holiday this year. DH can't get much leave as relatively new in the job.
I love it here so far. Off to various museums and the planetarium plus shopping later. Keeping Mt Piatkus (sp?) for better weather promised tomorrow...although I'm not as good on cable cars/gondolas as I used to be.... Get a but of vertigo these days...

I'm finding it hard to process the latest horror in Nice. It always takes a few days for these things to sink in. By which stage there's often another one. So I exist in a permanent state of 'WTF?'

I have a strange crepey pain for diagnosis. For years my hips have been a bit odd. Going slightly out of joint when I walk a long way, and making the nerves/muscles around them hurt, until I 'click' them back in. However, the left one now refuses to click back in, and I'm sometimes fairly unable to walk. Saw my osteopath the other day who jiggled it about in a gentle fashion, but it's no better. Well, on and off. She's one for laying on of hands, which I feel this calls for some drastic manipulation...

Ditto to permanent state of WTF.

I am having a slightly bad day today, but at least I got a lot of sleep.

I think Sister might suggest a group hug. One that's very careful of backs and hips.

BD at lack of fingernails. Hope you find some comfort at the weekend.
Mrs S ruddy well done for taking boss to account.
Rose, I am very glad you are enjoying your holiday. That makes me feel all wrapped up in a clean towel myself.
NU - re sofa covers. Things are often not as simple as we hope, are they.

DD1 and DD2 were snipey yesterday and/so DD1 didn't come to DD2's end of primary school performance, in which DD2 was really delightful. There were loads of other sibs there including 2 good mates of DD1. Noses chopped off to spite faces and I felt like a crap mum that I couldn't sort it out/that it had come about and sad that she wasn't there to see and support her sis in what was a really proper show. I suspect general sadness is afoot for me around the end of the association with the school. DD2 seems not sad so far, just excited by the show, but has also been FULL of back-chat and wind-uppery over the last week. A few of the kids were weeping during the encore song, so she may yet crack.

Great news today is that DH who realised yesterday that WE (ie, perhaps me) SHOULD HAVE HAD AN MOT DONE IN FEB went and got it sorted this morning himself. I find his handling of household crappery the best aphrodisiac but must now start work

This week has been all about the re-writing of act one of the Forth Bridge my novel, so I will have a heap of paid work to start at the weekend/Monday.

Good luck for a smooth ride in Glasgow Crem.

Biscuit was Bastille day based.

[tea] MI.

Constant state of what the fuckery, is about how I would describe most days. You just dont know what lunacy you are going to wake up to , do you?
Hope all ok with you Hatty. Too close for comfort I'm sure.
Rose , so happy you are having a lovely time en Suisse. Sounds divine.

off to G-gow tonight after work. Yay

OMG - WTAF re Nice

I can never believe these things until I see actual footage. So I looked for actual footage. And now I wish I hadn't.

I haven't seen any footage because it was only just breaking news last night. Perhaps I'd best not.

Just had a phone call from DS, who has been caught pretending to be 15 on the train. They have taken his details and will presumably get in touch, but if they fine him (i.e. me) I shall be furious. His Railcard has been applied for but hasn't arrived; that will cut no ice, I suspect.

WAF - none of mine support their younger sibs in plays and whatnot - it seems to be OK for the younger to support the older, but not the other way around. So DD2's Joseph performance tonight (she's a sheep ) will be me alone in the audience. DH isn't back from Geneva in time; he was devastated to miss it (not!).

CV, I guess he was in the wrong if he was pretending to be 15? DS was caught for not tapping in a couple of times last year. He had to pay the fine out of his money. It hasn't happened for quite a while but no doubt he will do it again

Awww, re Primary school performances - I always cry at them, even when it is not my children performing
WAF, I hope your DD doesn't do what DS does and save all the drama for the end of Y6 assembly. He broke down when doing his part and set off the whole football team and then the whole of Y6

Aww BTM, bless him. How emosh.

Glad it's not just me, CV.

I cry at any primary school performance, whether or not DS is in it. I used to think that those who cried at the child's nativity were weak-minded fools. Then I went to DS's, when he was 4, and from the moment I saw him on stage, with his wonky tinsel crown, I sobbed uncontrollably, and didn't stop for the entire show. The teachers were quite worried about me.

But then I do cry at the end of grown-up plays, and concerts, as everybody has Tried So Hard.

Here's a work dilemma. Back in December, one of my learners didn't turn up for her exams. Only now, the powers that be are collectively wetting pants at our 'non-achievement', and trying to get learners back in to take exams they missed. Said learner will not give a toss. There is also precisely three days in which to organise this, and they are taken up with training. WIBU to ignore ridiculous dictats from on high, that will make no overall difference?

No, Herbs, not at all.

I cry too. Mind you, as addle will confirm, some of our primary school performances made you cry for all the wrong reasons . I cried loads at nativities, even the one where a tinsel-topped dd stood in the front row and slowly hoiked her skirt above her pants, the better to have a good old scratch....Now I cry at their Remembrance Sunday things.

Glad you having lovely time, Rose and hope the weekend goes better than expected, Crem.

Lalsy
My DD always stood at the back with her thumb in her mouth! Well, until the Y6 one when she did a dance routine with her BFF and they were fab
DS was more confident, but, erm, probably less talented

BTM - when I say I'll be furious, I mean furious with DS. They would be perfectly within their rights to fine him. DS phoned and asked that I pretend he has an August birthday if they get in touch. I said, erm, no.

The one event that always got me tearful was the May Queen procession ours did at Infant School. The girls all had to wear summer dresses and have fresh flower crowns and baskets (constructed by parents to a strict specification). Boys scrubbed up in white shirts. They all looked so beautiful and innocent skipping around the maypole. The May Queen and King were chosen by a vote for the Kindest and Most Helpful girl/boy in the year; funnily enough none of mine were ever chosen.

Oh CV, you've got me welling up.

I'm going to the school leaving assembly on Tuesday, when they'll also announce 'stars of the term'. I cried at that last year, partly at all the parents of year6 children moving on, and partly because DS was his class star of the term. < boast >

I particularly cried buckets in DD1's Y1 performance, when Mary and Joseph were her little classmates: "Don't cry, Mary, I'll look after you" [WEEPS].

And the year they did the Wizard of Oz (this was before DD1's conversion to thespiana, but DD2 was an adorable reception munchkin). [STREAMS] I defy anyone not to stream at a whole-cast finale rendition of Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Oh, and in DD1's Y5 performance of the Lion King, when they all sang the Circle of Life [DISSOLVES]

Don't even start me on the end-of-Y6 assemblies. Actually in DD2's last year I cried buckets at pickup the previous day. All over the (very nice) head. I sobbed and sobbed about how much I loved her and them and how it was all goodbye to the playground and oh dear...

Oh spare me, the teenage angst has re-surfaced with brother of ds's mate saying ds is a bad influence and if ds's friend continues to hang out with him ds will ruin his life..... It would farcical if it wasn't so bloody annoying and pointless and ......

And I don't know how to handle this because it presses too many of my personal buttons and part of me wants to say ignore, ignore , ignore and another part of me wants to slap said brother (who has already called ds a twat and a bastard this week)

Oh no, BD
Your DS doesn't strike me in any way as being a bad influence. What a strange thing for the boy to say Does your DS have other friends that are more appreciative of him? Poor thing.

I am having a fight with talk talk. My parents phone line, upon which their panic button relies, hasn't been working for five days. I have called many times. Their friend has called many times. There have been vague promises of 'escalating the problem' and someone called the carer to say they 'may' send someone out today. They didn't. I have said its a medical emergency. Still nothing. I'm now on Twitter, hoping to shame them into action.

Go Herbs!

In other new, who's watching celeb MC? I like Cherry thingo's lipstick.

I turn my back for a couple of hours and there is a military coup in Turkey. Wtf is going on?

I am incredulous - 4 weeks ago I was in Spain and brexit, Boris, May, Nice and now turkey hadn't happened. That is no time at all. Doesn't seem real, either. Spain seems like months ago too.

Up at sparrow's fart to take Dd1 to the station. Guides from all over SE are descending on Chessington world of adventure for a jamboree and Dd1 is camping. Dd2 and ds are in a piano concert this pm and dd2 has a friend coming to sleep over. We have friends coming for drinks but aside from that a gentle day beckons.