Al claes an porridge
Back from our mini caravanning trip to deepest Hertfordshire. Very nice time thank you as it only rained twice (both times torrential however, and one with hailstones while shouting excitedly at wild animals in Whipsnade) so no need for loo trips with wellies on. Eight loads of washing and ironing await.
One not so good outcome from my break from the internet is that I had plenty of time for some soul searching, and I've come to the conclusion that I am desperately sad. Catching up with Patroclus's rather trendier than this blog in one go has only reinforced this. I like the Boden catalogue, and flowery wellies, and would love to have the time and money to be a champagne-quaffing, chilled out yummy mummy. If only I could lose three stone and get some blonde highlights.........
One not so good outcome from my break from the internet is that I had plenty of time for some soul searching, and I've come to the conclusion that I am desperately sad. Catching up with Patroclus's rather trendier than this blog in one go has only reinforced this. I like the Boden catalogue, and flowery wellies, and would love to have the time and money to be a champagne-quaffing, chilled out yummy mummy. If only I could lose three stone and get some blonde highlights.........
posted by Smat @ 9:44 AM
5 Comments:
At 6:01 PM,
patroclus said…
Trendy, my arse. I think the correct term is "mid-life crisis". Which is surely the saddest of all manifestations of sad.
And I quite like the Boden catalogue too, I just can't afford anything out of it. And even if I could, it wouldn't fit me. And while I'm on this subject, is it my imagination or have all the high street stores stopped doing petite sizes again? Am I going to have to start taking up my trousers again? Because I'm not very good at that. Hmm, I think I feel another plaintive blog post coming on.
At 7:29 PM,
Smat said…
is this you or me having the mid-life crisis?
And most high street dry cleaners will do repairs and alterations, particularly the non-chain ones - then there's a chance that your trouser hems will stay up!
At 9:44 AM,
patroclus said…
It's me with the mid-life crisis. Going to gigs and buying posters, indeed.
What are claes?
At 9:50 AM,
Smat said…
dear dear dear, and you from the north-east as well! "Al claes an porridge" are what you come back to after living it up on holiday with new clothes and fancy food. Good Doric phrase that, used many a time while I was growing up.
At 12:17 PM,
patroclus said…
Er, um, well...I was born in, err, Inverness. No, that's not really a good enough excuse, is it? Let's face it - I'm just a charlatan and an impostor.
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