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Stropps, I would be tempted to grab your own stuff and get the hell out.

At acronym Herbs.
Bah humbug at added admin shite.

Stropps bloody hell. What a complete PITA. Id have walked possibly swearing blue

MI nice prospect, hortus and cake.

Currently had an explosive moment in the Ladies.funny tummy I have no clue what it was due to.
Off for a relaxing massage in an hour.

Also hot sun ☀️ today. Mnn.

Here until Saturday.
AnnouncementHave pretty much decided to leave job.

Crem - thank the lord for holiday epiphanies! That job was killing you. Surely anything is better than that...

Hope your explosive toilet episode does recur during 'relaxing' massage!

Wow Crem, that is exciting. Have you the glimmerings of an exit strategy?

Herbs, yes, that sounds like the way large systems can demoralise and control.....

Stropps, . Hope you can have a bit of time to yourself over the weekend.......

MI, well done on making it through. Possibly TMI, but my periods have become shorter over the last few years and heavier (tho that seems to be easing off). I tested my mooncup against an Ultra tampon last month on the same day and the Ultra won (45 mins vs nearly 2 hours), with night time pads too. I keep a supply of norethisterone and occasionally use them to delay it if I need to. Might that be an option?

Auriga, I suppose fears do change? I used to be very scared of heights and hated things like cable cars, to the point of being close to vomiting. Absolutely fine now though.....

Well done, Crem!

Lalsy, I keep hoping each period is the last one. I might switch back to tampons, good idea - on days like this they are more comfortable too.

Fantastic re job Crem - got alternative plans?
Stropps glad DD showed although I'd have wring her neck....

Mad dash home as ds not well. Shattered....

Good call Crem.....

Stropps, there's parenting and then there is Stroppenting. You're a for waiting for dd1. Not quite sure she has mastered the 'I might want you on my side over the next six months' approach, has she? Still, she has made progress and even though she doesn't think uni is for her, she's given it longer than the 2-3 weeks it could have been. She will have learnt some of her strengths in that time....

Hope ds is OK, BD. Does your long weekend start NOW?

Cremo, I think that's the best decision you have made in ages. And now you can hop across the water to more MU's

Stropps, so glad to see your update and you swear/scream/cry/whatever - there's no shame in it. Hope she apologised bet she didn't

BD, what's up with DS? Hope you are at home looking after him tomorrow

Lalsy, that's good re not being scared in cable cars now. Do you know how you have overcome it?

I hate chair lifts and feel terrified even sitting next to DH which is one of the reasons I stopped skiing last year. I'm fine in the enclosed posh ones, or even the dreaded button pulls, despite the possibility of falling off! Not a problem this year, anyway

Here, DS is doing OK, but my sense of foreboding wasn't wrong - another issue to sort, but we have a team meeting tomorrow and then a full day at the hospital next week...

Yes Long weekend starts here....

I am totally, shamingly phobic about heights.

BTM, I don' think it was anything i did, except for possibly improving my balance with various exercises - I can now stand on one leg - may have helped at the margins? I was worried about chairlifts at Xmas and only went on them when I had to with my eyes shut and ski instructors hoiking me on and off and telling me interesting facts to distract me. But wasn't truly scared, nor green and dizzy, as I used to be. I know other people who have had similar happen to them as their children approach adulthood - the emotional skin that was ripped off 20 years ago is regrowing, perhaps?????? Hope ds gets back on track OK.

Ah, OK, I am probably like you are now! My balance isn't as good as the rest of the family (well, who's would be!), but I can stand on 1 leg - maybe if I learned to windsurf or the like, the fear would go

Rudy, hope you enjoy your break(S). I'm glad things are on an even keel with ds.

MI, I am the same with heights. I'm quite sure it's a balance thing, but I can't even watch people on TV who are on high buildings. That and bats are my completely irrational phobias. Eurgh flappy things ()

I have had a full on body massage, norks and all. She was lovely, but omg my screwed up back muscles took some punishment. She told me in broken French that she was 'worried for my poor hands', which is a reference to my contorted hand tendons which will need operated on and released in the next couple of years. That and bi-lateral carpal tunnel release to be done too .ffs.

Part of the reason for wanting to leave sodding job. That and such a long list of other things. Hmm
Sorry for navel gazing. I'm coming over all Marrrakech I think.🌄🔮🕉

OH GOD, BATS

Rudy, enjoy.

Evening all - am home alone as DS and DH have gone skiing. DS managed to get into Paris and negotiate Gare de Lyon all by himself so I pronounce him a true Parisian. I have eaten and showered and feel rather sleepy - it is only 8 pm, will probably be in bed by 9!

I am now officially on half term. I have a nice day planned tomorrow - gym, lunch with friend and dinner out with other friends. I will also endeavour to clean the house and pack my stuff.

Crem - your Moroccan vacation sounds lovely, I'm still turning in circles regarding holidays. Think I'll call the girl at Holidays Please tomorrow to see if she can come up with something I haven't thought of. Well done on coming to a decision about your job - that must be a relief and the massage sounds gorgeous.

BTM - I'm intrigued by your Nicaraguan holiday - I've just been watching Walking South America and it all looks rather dangerous

Rudy - have a lovely mini break with DH - I'm sure the teens can hold the fort.

BTM - it seems to be ups and downs, hoping for a breakthrough soon for DS.

Stropps - so glad DD emerged - although I'd wanted to have wrung her neck.

I've had enough of this feature and of my constant tense worrying about leaking. Am going to put on tracky bottoms and self-medicate with a posh gin.

Oh yes, Cremo. Bats. Worse than birds and I hate them!
And rats. Mice aren't great, but at least they aren't big.
Spiders are no problem

And boobs? In all the massages in all the countries I have been to, I have never had my boobs massaged!

Rudy - holidays? Enjoy! And good news re your DS.

Hatty, our Nicaraguan hol was not remotely dangerous. Though the volcano climb nearly killed me
TBF, DS has turned a corner, but there will be many, many more corners to turn. It is indeed, an illness of many ups and downs.

MI, posh gin sounds good!

Posh gin - and sit and sleep on a large, thick towel which you carry around the house with you. It has the beneficial side effect of warning other inmates you are not to be messed with today or tears and rage may result. God knows why it took me 20 years to invent this life-changing system.

AIBU to feel slightly pissed off that DD1 is feeling wiped and not up to the cake I made her?

I'd like some cake too

Just eat the cake on your own, MI. All of it.

The persistent undermining of me at work continues by The Young Man That Can Do No Wrong. He keeps sending me emails cc'ing my boss saying things like "John was asking if you had managed to answer the questions he asked you at the beginning of December" and "I couldn't find the paper that you said you wrote - it wasn't in the e-file where I expected it to be, so I had to rewrite it." So I have spent today largely replying to his emails, cc'ing my boss, saying "I replied to John in early December - here is my email" and "Yes, I wrote the paper but I think you may have been looking in the wrong place for it." I don't need this. I am crazily busy at the moment (he clearly isn't) and the time I spend batting back his emails, I could be doing something useful. Why couldn't he just say to me, like a normal person, "Oh John said he hadn't had an answer to his questions - did you send him anything?" And I would have said "Yes, sent the day after he asked them - I'll resend him the email." NOT INCLUDE MY BOSS IN EVERY FUCKING EMAIL.

Sounds like he's sucking up Mrs S.

MI You are not BU. Effort has to be made - I have to say, I'm unable to give much advice on this, the scenario of unwanted cake being unheard of in this house.

Cor blimey, what a day. At one stage, I fell over in a pile of slippy mud outside dd's accommodation, clasping 6 large bags of kitchen equipment. Such was the extent of my despair at that stage, I decided to lie there and stare at the sky for a while, and contemplate in how many ways the day could be more shit. Once I had convinced myself that there were several worse things that could have happened, I got up and shuffled muddily to my car. Meanwhile loads of students had walked past the strange old bag lady lying in the mud. I must have looked vv off-putting, I suppose.

Dd alleges that she is "suspending" her studies, retaking 2 A levels as an external student (deadline for form submission at school tomorrow) and applying for an internal transfer to another course in September. She has already paid a deposit for a flat with her friends for next year and says she will live there whether she is a student or not.
I'm just a more or less innocent bystander occasionally suffering from murderous thoughts. I got back home at 4pm and made it to my appmt with the dentist at 4.45, and dd arrived back at 7.30. By which time I had already done 3 loads of her washing and de-greased her kitchen stuff.

Tomorrow is mine, all mine, for academic work. And tonight I have drunk my birthday wine, with painkillers, as my back was severely upset by me falling over.

Ps: I got hugs from the Accommodation Manager when they found dd this morning after looking for her for 2.5 hrs. And she made me feel a lot better by a) laughing heartily at my mega-swears, and b) saying that this kind of thing is not an unusual occurrence for them.

Thank God for the Accommodation Manager and the , Stropps.
Too right, tomorrow is all yours!

MrsS

MI, who is too tired for birthday cake?