Evening all. I have just scrubbed the downstairs floors and flitted around with the duster. HOW CAN THE HOUSE GET THIS DIRTY??
Seriously guys are one of you coming over while I'm at work and chucking dust bunnies under my sofas? I mean I'm fine with you coming over but seriously could you not at least empty the dishwasher?
Or water the (badly neglected and clinging on for dear life) orange trees? Why did no one water the orange trees? I know you've been upstairs: there's no way the landing can GET that mucky when I spend so much time asleep!
Obelixx all that talk ouf "flashing and banging" stop it!!!! I joined Mumsnet a few years ago, (cant remember why) people think 12 year old shouldnt know about periods, for goodness sake. My kids knew well before school age, they asked about tampons the boys and girls and were told the truth, I have to admit to being a bit more frugal with the actual sex talk though. The funniest thing, was on the phone one day to (ex) hubbies accountant, my youngest son, (then 2) was doing these weird contortions, asked what he was up to, trying to insert a tampon. Still makes my laugh to this day. I maybe fogot to mention it was only the females that could manage this feat!
ClarI We don't have any curtains in the house and no carpets downstairs ... There's nothing to hold onto the dust so it skitters around distributing itself on all the flat smooth surfaces reproachfully. The Victorians knew a thing or two ... Fill your house with textures and textiles - they hide the dust
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Living the dream here. Exhausted but happy. Have a full time chef starting Friday, I can't cope with the volume of customers A-maz - ing.
I hope you are all well, no time to read back I'm afraid, just doing my food orders and 'specials' for tomorrow, have a 14 booked in for lunch on Friday. I've had to cancel my holiday, but Daddy is going in my place with Charlie. It cost more to change the name on the flight than the ticket to start with, but Charlie gets his holiday. Charlie is feeling a bit put out at the moment, not used to being 2nd in the pecking order. We have had lots of cuddles and reassurances and I am hoping when the chef starts I will have a bit more free time to spend with him. He so wants to help, but with 30 odd people all waiting for lunch he is more of a hindrance. Luckily, some Americans fell in love with him today and kept him occupied teaching them French for an hour or more.
I spent 20 minutes gardening today, so excited about the potential, but then got a 'check on 'and had to leave it.
Anyway, take care all, making a courgette cake in the morning - thanks Dove. Also did a gluten free carrot cake today, it was yummy.
“Coffee. Garden. Coffee. Does a good morning need anything else?” —Betsy Cañas Garmon
Nanny; my mother gave me a book. I remember distinctly hiding it in my bag to take to my best friends house. We must have been around 10 at most? We sat on her bed and opened it to discover...
... the drawing of the naked boy and girl were spitting images of a girl and boy the year above us in (a very small rural school). We shrieked and threw the book away in horror!
That's as far as my "education" went (my school foolishly took me out of /those/ classes as I went to church - despite my parents and the vicar having no objection to me learning about such matters) until I was around 17 or 18 when my father woke me up at some silly time of the night to sit with him and watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show and discuss life.
ClarI We don't have any curtains in the house and no carpets downstairs ... There's nothing to hold onto the dust so it skitters around distributing itself on all the flat smooth surfaces reproachfully. The Victorians knew a thing or two ... Fill your house with textures and textiles - they hide the dust
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just about to go under the duvet here Pat. You snuggle down and keep warm.
Thanks Joyce. Sleep well.
Evening all. I have just scrubbed the downstairs floors and flitted around with the duster. HOW CAN THE HOUSE GET THIS DIRTY??
Seriously guys are one of you coming over while I'm at work and chucking dust bunnies under my sofas? I mean I'm fine with you coming over but seriously could you not at least empty the dishwasher?
Or water the (badly neglected and clinging on for dear life) orange trees? Why did no one water the orange trees? I know you've been upstairs: there's no way the landing can GET that mucky when I spend so much time asleep!
Obelixx all that talk ouf "flashing and banging" stop it!!!! I joined Mumsnet a few years ago, (cant remember why) people think 12 year old shouldnt know about periods, for goodness sake. My kids knew well before school age, they asked about tampons the boys and girls and were told the truth, I have to admit to being a bit more frugal with the actual sex talk though. The funniest thing, was on the phone one day to (ex) hubbies accountant, my youngest son, (then 2) was doing these weird contortions, asked what he was up to, trying to insert a tampon. Still makes my laugh to this day. I maybe fogot to mention it was only the females that could manage this feat!
ClarI
We don't have any curtains in the house and no carpets downstairs ... There's nothing to hold onto the dust so it skitters around distributing itself on all the flat smooth surfaces reproachfully. The Victorians knew a thing or two ... Fill your house with textures and textiles - they hide the dust 
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Nanny Beach LOL ... And was he jealous of our remarkable capability?
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Hello & Good night at the same time.
Living the dream here. Exhausted but happy. Have a full time chef starting Friday, I can't cope with the volume of customers A-maz - ing.
I hope you are all well, no time to read back I'm afraid, just doing my food orders and 'specials' for tomorrow, have a 14 booked in for lunch on Friday. I've had to cancel my holiday, but Daddy is going in my place with Charlie. It cost more to change the name on the flight than the ticket to start with, but Charlie gets his holiday. Charlie is feeling a bit put out at the moment, not used to being 2nd in the pecking order. We have had lots of cuddles and reassurances and I am hoping when the chef starts I will have a bit more free time to spend with him. He so wants to help, but with 30 odd people all waiting for lunch he is more of a hindrance. Luckily, some Americans fell in love with him today and kept him occupied teaching them French for an hour or more.
I spent 20 minutes gardening today, so excited about the potential, but then got a 'check on 'and had to leave it.
Anyway, take care all, making a courgette cake in the morning - thanks Dove.
Also did a gluten free carrot cake today, it was yummy. 
Nanny; my mother gave me a book. I remember distinctly hiding it in my bag to take to my best friends house. We must have been around 10 at most? We sat on her bed and opened it to discover...
... the drawing of the naked boy and girl were spitting images of a girl and boy the year above us in (a very small rural school). We shrieked and threw the book away in horror!
That's as far as my "education" went (my school foolishly took me out of /those/ classes as I went to church - despite my parents and the vicar having no objection to me learning about such matters) until I was around 17 or 18 when my father woke me up at some silly time of the night to sit with him and watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show and discuss life.
Thank goodness for my library card!
That might be the trick! We've no carpets downstairs (technically no flooring) and no curtains. I will invest heavily in rugs and hangings!!
P.S. Lizzie, I've lost the phone number of he teacup lady - they are beautiful, please pass on my thanks, they are really beautiful.