Peggy's Mundane Thread

Been to the solicitor.

Corporate disputes are interesting.

I've been out.
Sorry, for me that's not mundane though it almost certainly is for everyone else. I hope that counts?

Cerbera wrote:

Been to the solicitor.

Corporate disputes are interesting.

So what the flippin eck are you doing reporting it on the mundane thread then? Honestly. At least Knecht's trying to keep to the rules.

In proper mundane news, a new experiment's been taking place. Last week, the four year old was wearing a little frock: she was llike a different person, all girly and fluffy. Tuesday when I picked her up from school/nursery she was wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt: behaviour had reverted to normal - slightly rufty tufty, but nothing I can't handle. Today, she was wearing jeans and a little dress thing: behaviour was somewhere in the middle - sort of girly rufty tufty.

Still trying to work out which four year old I like best.

Well, I thought it was going to be boring.

Sorry.

Peggy wrote:

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In proper mundane news, a new experiment's been taking place. Last week, the four year old was wearing a little frock: she was llike a different person, all girly and fluffy. Tuesday when I picked her up from school/nursery she was wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt: behaviour had reverted to normal - slightly rufty tufty, but nothing I can't handle. Today, she was wearing jeans and a little dress thing: behaviour was somewhere in the middle - sort of girly rufty tufty.

Still trying to work out which four year old I like best.

So, what you are saying is that if men wore little frocks it would eliminate their rufty-tufty behaviour?

It's a little early in the experiment to say anything for certain, Knecht.

However, I suspect you're right

I can see it now.....

Steward at turnstile for next game against Exeter: "Sorry, sir, you're not coming in until you put on this nice frock that you are now required to wear at games where there could be trouble."

Saw Paul Whitehouse on the train home last night. He was making his way to first class, I was standing up in the buffet car listening to my mate tell me about his trip to Wembley on Sunday while having a can of Strongbow.

Did want to pursue him and explain the whole Aviva fans thing but it only takes 10 minutes to get from Bath to Chippenham and figured there wouldn't be time.

He was wearing brown Adidas trainers. So was I.

Going to haul my ass out of bed in a moment and watch the Malaysian GP qualifying.

Later I might have a beer.

I'm taking my 4-year-old to the Aquarium this morning. He likes sharks, and the Aquarium has quite a few, so it seems like a good idea. He'll be wearing jeans and a t-shirt. So will I, probably, although mine will be a larger size than his.

My Grandchildren adore the aquarium, save it for when its raining.

misty morning

Andy_Symons wrote:

I'm taking my 4-year-old to the Aquarium this morning. He likes sharks, and the Aquarium has quite a few, so it seems like a good idea. He'll be wearing jeans and a t-shirt. So will I, probably, although mine will be a larger size than his.

Andy on his way to the Aquarium earlier......

That's outrageous. I don't have a beard...

Beard? I hadn't noticed the beard.

There may be a visit to the bottle bank on the cards, followed by filling up with petrol. That really makes me grumpy because it's so needlessly feckin expensive. Rip off Britain!

.......aaaannnnddd breathe.

Anyhoo, off to Wales tomorrow, for 3 days of golf at Celtic Manor.

Clean forgot the clocks had changed until I noticed the computer and radio were both an hour fast.

Now I've got a big problem. I had my breakfast very late in old time, so it was nearly lunchtime in new money, and now I've got to find a way to fit in two more meals before bedtime.

Why oh why does everything have to be such hard work?

No problem, just call breakfast brunch and have supper later on when you feel like it. It is Sunday afterall.

Oh Pepsi Pepsi Pepsi. If only it were that simple. I've got a soup which needs to be eaten by yesterday, and those spuds and parsnips really need to be eaten today, and not only do I detest waste but I also can't afford to throw food away. And I get a bit faint and that if I don't eat regular, but small, meals. However, I think I've got a plan: soup for lunch in half an hour or so, and roast about 7.

In other news, I think I might have remembered a word I couldn't think of last night. It was probably affirmation.

The clocks have changed !!!!!! Bugger!!!!!

It's sunny and warm. Again.

Went to a bar-b-que last night, in March.

Mental.

Just back from a stroll around Mount Wise in the sunshine. The park and riverfront areas really are fabulous when the sun's shining. #1 son went suitably bonkers in the play-park. I just watched, which was tiring enough.

What a gorgeous day. And what a lovely walk. In such a superb setting.



Time either to have a nap or cook........

Just about to head out to pick up a passenger in a wheelchair from Tiverton Parkway station bound for Plymouth.

I love it when they do engineering works on the line. Kerching!

Roast chicken when I get home (7ish).

Body clock's still set to old money: I didn't wake up til 7.45.

Lucky I haven't got a job.