The Naked Crepe

[MrsSchadenfreude]

Psst, over here!

Thanks, BTM. Addle has borne brunt of my moaning! Thanks goodness for my gym which has super wifi and coffee. I too am wearing lacy pants (red, as you ask). No cavorting here though after an exercise class that has made my bottom hurt.

What an extraordinary waste of everyone's time, Herbs.

Herbs, just reading that makes me feel exhausted!

I can't keep up with you lot. I never want to eat anything ever again that is either fried, coated in something crispy or comes out of a takeaway bag. I am yearning for vegetables. Off to New York tomorrow where there will be vegetables in abundance, but they will be raw, as friend we are staying with is a raw foodie. (Her DH has already asked me if I will please cook a curry while I am there.)

In other news, one of my friends has become a nun.

A nun, MrsS?
Very of NYC trip.

I AM working

Well I suppose a nunnery might be an option if it all gets too much? How old is nun friend? I have a colleague who was a nun in a closed order for 20 years - can you imagine?? She's delightful but talks so much that you can't get a word in - I always think she'll be making up for those 20 years for ever. Would the nuns look after one in one's dotage? We could be Our Crepes of perpetual Crepiness, or something...

herbs, Fuck that for a laugh. Honestly. It sounds like mad system that either requires you to be mad to join in with it, or drives you mad, or makes you leave because its mad. Step away from the madness! And tell them why you're leaving them to their madness.

I work somewhere where it's taken me 9 months to secure a locker - despite there being a room with about 10 empty lockers in for the whole of that time and where I don't get certain emails I need as my name isn't on that particular group email list and in some Kafkaesque bureaucratic nightmare there is apparently no way of remedying this and my repeated enquiries are met with shrugging and some variation on a 'computer says no' theme. I feel your pain. There is only so much dogged determination one wants to expend on such matters - see also poor Lalsy and her wifi hell. Grrrr.

Don't get me started on email. I can only work in one particular room (prep room) as can't access my personal emails in the main office. I am also not on the council-wide system, so can't work in the office as its on a different network to the prep room. But only computers in the Office can print to the big printers in the prep room.

So, I could put my work on to a memory stick and take it to the office to print, couldn't I. No, as memory sticks aren't allowed in the office computers.

< kills self >

Oh and I can't access work emails at home. I did fill out a 39/page form requesting such luxury, but it came to naught.

I have an aunt who is a nun. A French nun, now in the Home for Retired Nuns (as my sister puts it in a nod to Paddington's Aunt Lucy) in Harrogate. A lovely place to live, says my sister.

Herbs, I have three (3,iii) computer systems that can't talk to each other. Printing is a whole other issue. Oh and I can't email people who are not on any of our systems and include certain attachments. I have to print stuff off and walk it round to them...

I am tired of holiday and want to go home. Maybe New York will be better. Cat sitter says that cat is crying non stop when she arrives, calms down when she is there and cries again when she leaves. Pussy calming pills are being delivered by Amazon today...

Am finding this talk of lacy pants very racy, especially coming as it does so soon after Herbs', er, unguent requirements. I am wearing wonderwoman pants today. No lace for me!

Mrs S, NY will be fab. Think of the shopping! Think of the (non raw eaten out in resto) food. Think of the park! Am v envious.

In S and B news, am loving my Ebay purchases of SJP "lovely" and LK Bennett handbag. Now just need to lose a couple of stone and will be able to access remaining 9/10th of wardrobe. Happy days....

PS Herbs, what is the name of that cream? Asking for a friend .

BD, your dog is gorgeous and I cannot wait for the FB photos of his arrival chez toi.

Ovestrin. But your friend will need to go to her GP - it's prescription only.

Evening crepies. - I have no patience for computer faffing a la Herbs - it drive me wild. Also our new comp requires annual payment for Office - DH refuses as a point of principle to do this. I'm inclined to agree with him that we shouldn't be obliged to pay for a system but nothing seems to work without it.

I have no lacy knickers - just black cotton shorties from Sainsbo's.

BD - when do you come back with Flash? Very exciting - have taken to watching Dog Rescue with Alan Davies recently (sad).

I quite fancy an LK Bennet handback Monty.

Also - quite fancy being a nun at the moment - just somewhere quiet with no responsiblity for a week or so - not so keen on the early morning starts though - or the praying.

It has gone really cold here in the mornings, am wrapped in a blanket on the sofa as the heating needs to be put on at the weekend - I am too wimpily female to light the boiler myself. Am feeling cold and achey and not sure if I am even going to survive till the end of the BakeOff. The house seems glum without the DD's.

Make the most of New York Mrs S and treat yourself to great restaurants.

Crem - let me know if you're passing through Paris - we would have another session in Galaries Laf. Otherwise, courage for the house emptying.

I remember having a massive argument with my mother when I was about 12 and had announced that I thought becoming a nun was a good plan. This was after reading a book which I got out of the library about becoming a novice. My dm's view was that all monks and nuns were losers who couldn't deal with real life. At that stage, I really couldn't deal with real life and her assessment hit home, but wasn't hugely helpful.

Happy birthday to the Waflette!

I am pissed off with work. Meh. Have failed to avoid the temptation of Wednesday Burgundy. Sober October is not going well. Have many things I would like to let off steam about, but a public forum is not the place to do it.

Off to walk the dog in bad-tempered fashion in the dark.

I may yet become a nun. Reckon I can prob cover up being a non-believer. All convents probably need a chicken whisperer. (my fave chicken has been nursed back to full health, from being so poorly she was lying on her back with her legs in the air).

I wonder if nuns wear lacy drawers.

Interview tomorrow. Among my many crises is a sartorial one. I rarely have to be smart these days, so am rather short of garments. Do you think the frock I wore for Crem's birthday would be OK?

Plus ruby woo, natch.

at thought of Sropps the Nun.

Herbs, best of luck. Sock it to Widgets Weekly.

Hatty, hope you feel better, that all sounds a bit ropey.

I rather wish I hadn't been wearing lacy drawers for this evening's Zumba class - they chafed something rotten.

Go Herbs! Masses of luck for your i/v.

I bought some microfiber pants from M & S the other week. Ooh, I thought, soft and comfy. But they make my minge sweat like a bitch and have given me thrush. I also think the gusset should come higher up the front.

Morning. Don't know any nuns, but my cousin-in-law part-trained to be a monk. He couldn't manage the vow of obedience though, so threw the monastic towel in. He continues with his chastity vow to this day. Made a mint as a banker afterwards and lives alone in two houses. Part of me keeps wanting to mention camels and eyes of needles.

Good luck Mints!

I mean Herbs!