Daffs, you have been training so steadily, you will for sure get the results recorded---and we shall all be hugely proud of you
Oh Podds, you are naughty, but I couldn't help giggling at the comeuppance of the objectionable kid and her father! If he had taken some responsibility for her before now she probably wouldn't be the way she is....
Welcome home, Westie! Sounded like you and Scott had a great (if sometimes damp) weekend up there in the mountains
Hope Nogs is enjoying Amsterdam, and not getting too much grief from his back! xx
Hope it's starting to improve, but you're right---just ignoring it is not the answer. xx
MC, LOL at forgetting the party invitation. We've all done it! As Sluggie said, they survive The last day of hols is always a bit down, but your new job will be FAB, no question about it. Everything you've said about the new school just sounds so much more rewarding than where you were.
Between the back and the knee it sounds a bit grim for you just now. But it must be great that the DG is able to come out and enjoy his walks, and hopefully once the op is behind you life will be more comfortable.
Daffs, as long as you can still eat cake, the marathon will be no problem!
Yummsy, that's 30 km you did all with your own little leggies. Good going!
Onesie, sounds like it's best if Mr O doesn't try to chug with you. A non-running OH has all kinds of advantages, both practical and psychological
Sluggie, that's brilliant news about the trial---at long, long, long last! A Saturday in October can't come too soon. And I hope the new car has arrived and is just what you wanted
DL, sounds like a typically enriching bank holiday camping experience And now the joys of 6 hours in the car to get to Bristol. You do know how to live, don't you?? Don't suppose you heard any more about how FC2 got on, have you? I do feel so badly for those kids, yanked from pillar to post and never given the chance to establish a real bond with anyone.
Coco, Chelsea sounds like a very elegant place for a wedding! And if you want to have a nice meal with some photos, surely there must be some place in that area that can do a really nice day for you? I used to live down that way (I rented half of a basement before Mr C and I were married....my bathroom was the old coal hole!) but wouldn't know where to go now. Might be worth asking at the Chelsea Registry Office?We shall require MANY photos, and a blow by blow account of the event, obviously!
Pippi, even days later I'm drooling at the thought that proper tea you had! Knew you were a brilliant photographer, and an inspired teacher but now it turns out you can marry people too?? Is there NOTHING you can't do? xxx
All well here. After a week of post-infection zero energy, I got up this morning feeling normal again Let me re=phrase that: I got up feeling like myself Walk with Monty first thing, trip to the market, weeded the terrace, now catching up on a giant backlog. And it's sunny too! Bit of a shame for the market stall holders, restaurants etc since all the tourists have suddenly disappeared (shoals restarting) just as the weather cheers up. But at least we're enjoying it! xx
Awww, Pippi, I think it's lovely that you put so much imagination and thought into your teaching. It makes a GIANT difference to the kids, that lasts forever. We were lucky that our boys went to a really great state school: big classes (in the last year I think there were 40 in C3's group, they had to climb over the desks) but fantastic teachers who somehow made it work and knew every child. Your work is SO valued! xxx
Trying to be sympathetic with those looking forward to Christmas...One of the disadvantages of not going to the office any more is that there are no breaks!
Coco, 'I have a tendency to brood on things quietly in my mind and blow them out of all proportion ' That would make you like, oh, about 99.99% of the rest of us, then But that doesn't make it easier, and with your history it's no wonder you really DO get panicky. Hooray for your sensible chiropractor. And hopefully you can forget about the report for a while now.
I'm still sleeping for England, 9 or 10 hours a day instead of my normal 6-7. Post-infection crap I guess. Oh! Just had to jump up and catch a butterfly that had got in. Dishtowel trick and release out the window, works every time Mr C wants to go to the Saturday market, back later. xx
Oh dear, a rainy Friday in the Onesie world. On the other hand, there was mention of apple and blackberry crumble, so perhaps it's not quite yet the end of life as we know it
And with Nogs' weekend starting at noon, I think I could get to like the style around here
Well done on the new phone, Nogs, BTW. Most of them work OK, it's the changing between systems that does my head in. I've gradually moved everything over to Apple: expensive to get into, but they last a long time and they all work the same!! (AND C3 knows ALL about them so if I get into a mess he can fish me out )
You do seem to be in the wars unrelentingly, don't you? Lots of tea for the cold, just be coldly objective and write the report as clinically as you can, and if in doubt consult Jasper
Energy still drops through the floor by early afternoon, but that's just the last of the infection, I'm sure, so for now I snooze when I want to. (I NEVER snooze during the day!) Big breakthrough: took Monty out in the car yesterday, and he came with us for a drink at the bar tabac. He was very good, and lay down at Mr C's feet. Mr C is quite proud of him But last night we had thunder, and Monty is scared of it so scrabbled at the door of our bedroom in a panic. I let him sleep on the floor beside me and he was good as gold. What a nice boy we've got there!
Rainy morning here so naturally Mr C is going to take me to the garden centre for a treat. What a prince! WAISt well all. xxxx
No no, Spence, moths are not evil! They don't sting or bite, they just don't belong in the house. Just gather it gently into a light cloth, like a dishcloth, open the window and shake the cloth and it will fly away. You're happy, moth is happy, what's not to love?
Or if you are really so vicious, I could lend you Monty. He catches flies. (And eats them