The Crepertoire - put on your peignoir and get into the boudoir

[MrsSchadenfreude]

And out of the armoire.

Enjoy your lunch, MI. Be extra supportive by having more than one glass of wine.

I am faffing about here before taking ddog out. Then will get down to some academic work. Still don't like it much, but a modicum of it has to be done to get me where I need to go work-wise.

Funnily enough, I spend a lot of time these days building profiles of people's strengths and weaknesses. And discovering over and over again that 'underlying ability' (what was called IQ in the bad old days) is not the be-all and end-all (as if I didn't know that already). And having to write bloody assignments about it.

Yes, Hattie, in reality I prob still wouldn't have enjoyed university at undergrad level, no matter what subject I did. :) I would hate to do it full-time now as well. I didn't like the PGCE I eventually got round to doing either. I remember getting told off for giggling hysterically in some seminar or other when we had to do some 'role play' work. What a waste of time that was. Esp as the rest of my group then started giggling hysterically as well and then we all got a group telling-off.

Molly, I am very glad you are feeling better and enjoying the company of the young persons.

Right, ddog is now glaring at me. I'm off. I've had a very nice 36 hours doing absolutely nothing useful whatsoever. It's been blissful. Will now crack on and get back to reality.

Forgot to say: well done, Cloud!
And also: Rose, is there no way you can delegate some of cooking?? Hope you feel better soon.

I've been supportive.

Heroic, MI .

I agree Stropps, about decisions and the factors not always being clear. Another good reason why the young people, and indeed us, do well to talk things through, to try to sort wheat from chaff I guess.

I liked the non-practical side of my degree. Did not enjoy the practical side at all, and had several quite traumatic experiences involving being hosed down by my sleazy git of a supervisor emergency showers.

Rudy, do you think its a reaction to his illness? What had he been planning to study?

I have to say that although I loved my vocational degree, I was also prone to inappropriate giggling and being told off or even sent out of lectures/seminars. I spent 3 years not making much effort on the academic front uni is for partying, right? but pulled my finger out in the fourth year.

I am at Eltham Palace with DH. It is all about 30s glamour and is gorgeous. Plus beautiful gardens. We are sitting in the sun having afternoon tea with no offspring

Rudy - I wondered the same as BTM - about DS and his illness.

Have dragged DS out for a walk in the forest so he has had his vit D and exercise before returning gollum like to his room.

DD2 has made it back to York with her enormous case and inappropriate top. Phew

Am going to do veggie lasagne for tea - an idea one of you gave me yesterday.

What on earth did you study, Lalsy? Sewage management?

Worse in some ways - the hazard requiring hosing down was a tricksy little radioactive number that I manufactured while everyone else hid.

That was moi hatty. Works well with fresh lasagne sheets, I find.

Reading all the different post school experiences with great interest. How do any of us know if we will look back on what we did and know we did right? I loved university. They were amongst the happiest years of my life, actually. For the first time ever, I felt intelligent. Up til then I always felt I'd never quite made the grade somehow. I loved my course and the tutors, and the relative freedom from a stifling, close-knit faith community, and the faith school system. I think it helps the Dc when they have a passion...then they can choose how to pursue it, whether the academic or vocational or learn while you earn route. Maybe a gap year helps some of them to find that passion?

The DC have been kind to me today and brought me food. I stayed in bed til 12. Then hauled my carcass into the shower and have finished the food prep...lucklily the bulk of it was done a week ago and frozen. Today was just the courgettes in tomato, and roasted broccoli and cauli. This particular bug seems to make me feel so tired and headachey. I am now on the sofa.

I loved my degree,but my MA was awful (bastard of a HoD) - destroyed me. I wanted an academic career and I allowed a misogynistic bastard to convince me I was rubbish. I can still cry about that 30 odd years odd.

My PhD was a way of proving him wrong (and me right)

Lalsy - very intrigued now are you a mad scientist? I don't know why I've assumed all the crepies were languages or literature.

Rose - thanks for the idea - it's in the oven, sadly without fresh pasta. Glad your children have tended to you and hope you feel better for passover feasting.

I am rewriting this entire sodding novel and I guarantee the publisher will STILL grumble.

Yep, Hatty, I was, but we were mostly quite sane, with a few honourable exceptions at the super-brilliant end of things.

MI, I heartily recommend the words 'beyond redemption'

Lalsy - Sheldon Cooper springs to mind.

Lalsy is clearly the top Dangerous Crepey.

I was quite dangerously clumsy. Especially in the darkroom. Urgh. Being hosed down in public is humiliating and uncomfortable. I didn't want to do science but there was a big push to get women into STEM and I copped it. I liked the sitting in libraries bit, especially if I got to use coloured pens.

It sounds like you and Stropps should have swapped places Lalsy!
I set fire to my hair accidentally in an A Level Chemistry lesson. I actually should have done Eng Lit instead

I am feeling quite grown up as DH and I rashly joined English Heritage whilst out this afternoon and have just been perusing the booklet

Do you still glow in the dark, Lalsy?

I suggest you lead us on Crepey midnight rambles.