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Cheapskate

ivy leaf, I'm getting used to some new antidepressants, too, as the previous ones (taken for 3 years) weren't doing anything at all, hence the very bad relapse!! :eek: Hope they kick in for you soon, I'm still in a Bad Place, but can see the open door now, thank goodness!

Well, I have a humongous clear up to do over the next couple of days (and it will take that long! :rotfl:), as I foolishly invited all the adult children round with partners and grandchildren, to celebrate graduating from uni. We'll have a total of 12 to entertain, just a simple buffet and drinks, so hope it's fine enough to sit outside! Our youngest 2 children are the same age as the eldest DGS, so they can all look after DGS aged 2. Treated us to some coconut vodka at the local food festival - mixed with prosecco it's a smashing summery drink - we'll all have a taste of that and pretend we're on a holiday island somewhere!
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Big hugs to those who need them...

A xo

ivyleaf

Cheapskate wrote: »

ivy leaf, I'm getting used to some new antidepressants, too, as the previous ones (taken for 3 years) weren't doing anything at all, hence the very bad relapse!! :eek: Hope they kick in for you soon, I'm still in a Bad Place, but can see the open door now, thank goodness!

Well, I have a humongous clear up to do over the next couple of days (and it will take that long! :rotfl:), as I foolishly invited all the adult children round with partners and grandchildren, to celebrate graduating from uni. We'll have a total of 12 to entertain, just a simple buffet and drinks, so hope it's fine enough to sit outside! Our youngest 2 children are the same age as the eldest DGS, so they can all look after DGS aged 2. Treated us to some coconut vodka at the local food festival - mixed with prosecco it's a smashing summery drink - we'll all have a taste of that and pretend we're on a holiday island somewhere!
:rotfl::rotfl:

Big hugs to those who need them...

A xo

Aww Cheapskate Sending you ((HUGS)). Hang on to the fact that the open door is getting nearer and nearer!
The celebration sounds a wonderful idea! Wishing you dry weather xx

Here, we seem to be having the torrential downpours we were promised for yesterday. I saw that the front page of the Express was screaming "MONTH'S RAIN IN A DAY"! :eek:

nursemaggie

Well I put some washing out so it better not rain. It's very windy so will do the towels good.

Hugs ivyleaf a week will soon pass.

Better get some thermal vests ordered for DS as he is working in -5 degrees. I went and washed one in too hot water last year. The gap between rinse a spin and 95 degrees is a bit small. I only washed a sweater I just finished knitting at 95 degrees too. :eek:

pollyanna_26

It's finally your turn to hand out the washing NM :jBlue bits of sky random clouds and the wind is freshening over here so you could be lucky and get it all dry . No one sing the Manchester song ok !

I do pretty well all the machine washing at a max of 40 degrees . I do a hot wash from time to time with white vinegar but as my concentration is rubbish I stick with the one automatic one ( no pun intended. Talking of concentration no do not hand out your washing hang it

ivyleaf There seem to be so many of those screaming headlines now .
I don't know how we managed over the years and lived to tell the tale . MSM is best avoided these days as far as I'm concerned , it takes us all our time to get on with our daily lives without reading all the trash .

Cheapskate Wishing you luck with the tidying and sun and fun on the day . You're very brave

polly

nursemaggie

I do most of my washing on 40 degrees too, I never use the 95 degrees it is just that on the dial it is right next to 95 degrees and if you don't stand straight it looks like you are on rinse and spin.

pollyanna_26

Cheapskate I meant to send good wishes for the new meds .

NM My machine is like that and I have to be having a day when I can remember to check where that dial is pointing to . It's a mere fraction and pretty ridiculous considering the difference it makes .
Many years ago when I finally got an automatic - early 70s - I offered to wash some M&S Shetland wool cardies for my mum who'd kindly done many loads for me in her twin tub leaving me just the knitted stuff to hand wash . Shetland wool and M&S weren't a feature in my mums life after early widowhood and three of us to rear . They were presents from someone she worked for who knew her love of wool and knitting .
According to my machine there was a wool option safe for all . Oh no it wasn't ! I burst into tears as he took tiny shrunken and misshaped items out of the drum one by one . It was three days before I even went to mums and had to as I knew she'd wonder why I wasn't visiting .
She took it well and was more concerned for me . My first husband and the two eldest then very young ate the weirdest meals for a few months until I'd replaced every single one unknown to Mum and could hand her a parcel . I then got shouted at for buying them , no one had gone hungry or suffered but she was less upset by it than I was .
Machines have moved on but apart from a couple of items , both handmade and shop bought are hand washed .
polly

GreyQueen

Afternoon all.

Nope, no feline in my DNA but I do know a cat, belonging to the 'rents, who is the haughtiest piece of felinity I have ever encountered. Her nom de internet is The Queen of Sheba, she's greyish mongrel of Heinz 57 and some kind of oriental pedigree (prolly burmese).

Proud, arrogant, haughty, occasionally loving, with a cry like a rusty hinge and as wits as sharp as a bucket of razor blades. She had to be captured to go to the vet for her annual MOT on Monday this week. Epic fail, Mum sustained a nasty bite on the hand. Her cute-but-dumb fluffball sister, Wild Thing, was successfully captured. In the 10 + years since they got these siblings, on only one year have they managed to get both of them to the vet on the first booking. The Queen of Sheba doesn't know it, but she has another appt booked for Monday next week - gauntlets on to handle her next time.

It has been raining all day in various strengths from drizzle to downpour, so plans to go allotmenteering after w*rk have been cancelled and I'm boiling me dishcloths.

Oh life, so full of undying glamour and excitement......... :rotfl:

Hard_Up_Hester

Yesterday I suffered seven types of hell!
I dropped my car of at the garage and was told it would take about 3 hours so I got the bus into town. Why on earth did I do that?
I hate shopping and anyway I can't buy stuff as there is no room on the boat for stuff.
It was raining so I couldn't sit on a bench and read a book, when it stopped raining and I could sit down I kept being accosted by members of a religious group who were trying to find new members.
They were all teenagers and I tried to be polite but t was a close run thing. I thought they were Quakers as they were called League of Friends, they were giving out balloons and chewing gum, neither of which I have any use for.
I eventually realised they weren't Quakers as, they seemed to have a rather ropey grasp of the bible, so I was totally confused.
So after three hours, copious amounts of tea I went back for my car only to be told that there was another previously undiagnosed problem with it, hey ho.
I now have to take it back next week.
Despite ordering decaf tea someone must have slipped in a couple of full fat ones as I was still awake and reading at 3:30 this morning.
It's raining here and has been since Monday the ducks keep asking to come in and sit by the fire, it's too wet even for them!

CRANKY40

We're good thanks Pollyanna, we're doing the school holidays as "out one day, rest for two, out one day...." and so on as the house troll is sore and achy after outings. I am too, but I am a bit tougher (and more comprehensively medicated) so sometimes wonder out without him between times.

We had a Labrador once. Ever since my world has been firmly divided into "people who can live with and cope with Labradors" and "others". My mate is a guide dog puppy trainer but she also has a Labrador. She was in the park with him (quite a feat in itself as he leaves the park and sits on a friend's doorstep when he's had enough and she is still walking) when he suddenly galloped off, left the park by the wrong exit and vanished. I heard the rest of the story from my friends whose house he was headed for (and the funny thing is that these two lots of friends didn't know each other - they do now!!!). Number two set of friends were having a BBQ when the man of the house went to put some rubbish in the bin. As he was doing so a black Labrador of unknown origin hurtled past him, ran through his house into the garden and snaffled a steak off another friend's plate. It was all taken in good humour and the extremely irate owner of the miscreant was offered a G&T by friend 2 but was too embarrassed to accept. I had tears running down my face I laughed that much when friend 1 messaged me and I realised whose party the pest had gatecrashed :rotfl: We also had a collie. That was a once only too. At his worst he unzipped my gran's suitcase when she stayed one Christmas and stole all her sleeping pills (he chewed the top off the bottle) and an entire box of liqueur chocolates that gran had stashed away. We rang the vets in a panic and the vet said watch him. We did. All sodding night. The thing slept like a baby with no other side effects. He also went into the Christmas hamper through the side of the box because although we wrote on it "Do Not Touch until Christmas" we forgot that he couldn't read.

We have a posh cat. We went to get a Burmese kitten as company for the house troll when his dad died. The house troll was only four so we needed something a bit (well quite a lot really) resilient. We ended up with a Korat and I think GQ that your parents cat may be part Korat. It's grey, has some stripey bits if you look closely, has the temperament of an angry crocodile and the digestive system of a sewer rat. It bites if you touch its tail, loves doner kebabs, has been known to steal frozen prawns and it's only redeeming feature is that it adores the house troll. If I raise my voice to him (even if I'm only shouting him from elsewhere in the house for food or a bath) I get an extremely angry ball of grey floof stood in front of me bellowing at the top of it's voice that I need to change my attitude and I will have to go through her to get at him (I wouldn't dare).

Mar I haven't been to Edinburgh for years but the last time I went I was with my wee gran. She was from Milton in Glasgow and tough. We shot up the hill from the park to the top where the castle is. Gran had legs like spurtles and a cigarette in one hand but we passed a lot of tourists that day that seemed a bit surprised to be overtaken by a chain smoking pensioner :rotfl:

thriftwizard

Blimey, HuH, those teenagers have a bit of a nerve! None of the Quakers I know would go out "evangelising," they wait for people to find them, and are generally very unassuming!

Still raining here too, so I've had two quite bored & miserable teens on my hands, who will stay that way as long as they refuse to be interested in anything at all! And the third has investigated every recipe he can find on the Internet in both English and Russian... Nightmare boy was trotted off to the doctor by the "leaders" of the trip yesterday afternoon. Somehow he gave the doc and the leader the entirely erroneous impression that he has gastro-enteritis - what he actually has is a stinking cold, but possibly also Haribo poisoning - and told me that the doctor had said he should be taken back to Germany at once. So I compared notes with the leader; the doc had said no such thing. However, if he did have gastro-enteritis, he couldn't possibly be with the other children, and would have to stay "at home" with me for the rest of the trip! It took some frantic explaining on my part to convey that he had not once been sick or dashed to the loo, but he did have a high temperature, now abated, a sore throat and a nosebleed. And he ate seconds of dinner last night, and was hurtling round the house shrieking & bouncing off the walls as we spoke... As I was busy doing my mother's shopping today, another host parent offered to take him to work with them; he could sit quietly in a corner all day... funnily enough, he felt well enough to go off with the others today! Just two more days to go...