Swagger Inn: Thread 87. BBC Musketeers - roll on Friday. Close your eyes and avoid the spoilers... sodding programmers.

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As you were wenches... The bar is stocked up, the chaise is re-covered and ready for action, and all we have to do it... er. Wait until Friday.
Arse.

So.
Have emptied bins.
Hoovered and mopped floors.
Need to wipe down kitchen cupboards...what the HELL gets on them!? It's sticky and gross.
I think I am going to hang the washing out .....

Actually MrsB, we were thinking of moving to Scotland when Mr M finishes his MA. Where would you recommend with 2 small kids near Glasgow?

at erudite discussion.

I would love to live in wales or Scotland.
Poor ds2 is heartbroken we aren't going to wales on hols this year...

DrIssy was moping about missing living in Edinburgh last night. I would happily move north of the border, back to the ancestral homeland.

Meanwhile, I have just (finally) set up a direct debit to the Abortion Support Network (had to cancel Scope and Macmillan to do so, but then they've both had about 5 years out of us so don't feel too bad about that).

Im still on my "move to the sticks where we can afford a nice house" campaign but dp isnt really going for it. Something about not wanting to live far away from family and friends. Selfish bastard.

Since we're short on videos, here's philomena cunk on the musketeers again

She's bang on about the yoghurt and men bit.

I have just LOled all the way thought that Madame - was going to tweet it to JP but the last few seconds might offend her - where 'cos everything happens that you know will happen, you can switch your mind to screensaver mode.' Which is blatantly untrue unless you have a really filthy screensaver.

Anyway. Fave Musketeer scenario of the day (I'm allowed a different one tomorrow, right?)

Me. Aramis. Hot deserted beach. Prosecco. No sand anywhere it shouldn't be.

Hmmm Glasgow is somewhere I don't know too much about Mouse. There are some lovely bits and some godawful bits too.

Move to Perthshire. Or the nice bits of Fife. Or round Stirling. Then you can do mini wench meet ups with Lyndie and I.

How is he mrsb?
Poor lamb :(
Well.
I have done the ironing!
Yay!
A few more bits to do tomorrow (loos etc) and then I can be lazy next week if I need to
Bugger.
Just remembered ds2 had a b day party this weekend!

He's stopped chucking Baddz and has eaten and kept down a rich tea biscuit. Is asleep on sofa at the moment.

I love Amazon. Far more than I should. It's a lifesaver.

Oooo Issy whereabouts are you from originally?

MrsB, glad ds has kept something down, poor thing.

I'm from Norn Ireland originally, but Dad was born in Glasgow, and my Cheshire-born Mum is still narked that her dad didn't take her mum back up home to Dunfermline before she was born. Three out of my four grandparents are from Dunfermline and the other is from Livingstone. Still got relatives dotted about Scotland (and the globe as per usual for Scots) but the biggest concentration is now in Dunblane.

In the joy that was NI in the 70s & 80s, I always self-identified as a Scot as it got me out of the Unionist/Nationalist, are you British or Irish debate. Now however I have both a British and an Irish passport

issy thank you. The boys have Irish passports for reasons of cheapness, Mr M and I both have British ones.

I wonder if I can persuade Mr M away from Edinburgh.

Be lazy baddz. Have a

Have just put the boys up for their nap after lunch. And before that we went to the preschool pta meeting. Fuck me, it was boring apart from a surreal, near hysterical 15 minutes where they 'couldn't find a daddy to man the bbq at the summer fayre' . I almost bit my tongue in half trying not to point out they didn't need a man to light a bbq. It's as if feminism never happened. Oh and 'I bet all the daddies will want to man the penalty shoot out area'.

Oh fucking hell. I need to write the minutes for this bollocks.

Don't think I'd seen this before (from the series 1 promo stuff but no longer on the Beeb's site, maybe never was). Love the smile at the end

www.bbcaustralia.com/video/?v=182645

Mouse....
Fuck me. That would have made me see the red mist
I took mum for coffee earlier, and we were sat next to a salesman and his customer. He worked in medical supplies. He used the word "synergy"
I wanted to kill him.
Not figuratively.
Actually stab him in the eye with my fork.
I didn't.
Obv.
But I really wanted to.
which is why I dint volunteer for things anymore

Ugh, I hate business speak - you would have been completely justified.

'We can't possibly cook meat. Outdoors. With a flame. OMG! Quickly. Someone must know a man. Do you know a man? Well, you need to ask him'.

They were all nodding along and agreeing about this. I thought I was the mad one.

He was a total fucktrumpet.
Talking about primary care and profit margins.
I was talking to mum loudly about the budget and Osborne et al dismantling the NHS and what a travesty it was.
:)

mouse sad to say it surprised me not for Ulster. This is the land where grown women still call their parents 'mummy' and 'daddy' which makes me want to kill. Sometimes it's as if the Peace Women or the 1970s never happened.

badders there's not a court in the land which would have convicted you

I feel quite shabby when grown women call their parents "mummy and daddy"
I used to call dad "pater" or "aged p" when I was trying to annoy him it worked
:)

Ds2 not going to gym - had an ear "injury" in PE apparently!
Ds1 home.
Dh en route.
Suppose I should get dinner started.
But I can't be bothered so it's mashed potatoes, veg and meatballs :)

badders I think I love you a bit more.

issy I am sorry to say this but the more I get to know northern Ireland (the rural bits anyway), the less I like it.

X

Actually I have been asked by one of those doorstep selling people if my 'mammy and daddy were home?'