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May. 28th, 2005 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am so knackered - we have been work, work, busy, busy all week - I have barely looked at my LJ so feel out of the loop.
We have been invaded by Lords, not a leaping yet, but the night is yet young and the Talisker has just begun to flow. They are Labour peers, in all week, and having v political conversations which I feel I should earwig and report on, just to keep my readership entirely up to date with cutting edge politics. Except it's a bit dull, and i have a problem with titles. I can hardly bear to look at them in case I feel compelled to bring on the tumbrils. My Friend Kathie is forever recounting our shared trip to a stately home when one of our offspring said , "Mummy, what's a Duke?" to which I apparently replied "They're the enemy, darling" So should I pour them whisky? OR OVERTHROW THEM? Tell me quickly. Plus one of their party is the Ombudsman. Except she is quite clearly an Ombudswoman.
In other news i am v looking forward to a RL meeting withhartleyhare and
bisonwife next week.
The valley girl has arrived with a new ethical dilemma for her pore old ma. Last night she stayed with our some time barman, the dearly beloved Murdo MacLeod, at his Edinburgh flat; en route to Skye. When I approved her travel arrangements she had not told us they had recently become an item, with snoggery, purchasing of gift teddy bears and sighing. I try to be a hip, happening, helpful mummy. I say "Should I get you some condoms, darling?" and "What about the pill - what do you think?" And the valley girl says "Oh muuuuuuuuum; you're soooo embarrassing." I am so in touch with my inner Edina, but the VG says she is way cooler than Saffy..
And in other, other news you can tell my ma was i/c the laundry chez moi last week. The children all have matching socks - a luxury I thought we had long since abandoned along with pyjamas with matching tops and bottoms; plus this week we have been mainly wearing ironed pants. Ironed pants! Surely they fall into the mushroom stuffing life's too short category.
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Date: 2005-05-29 12:55 am (UTC)When I was at university I shared a house with a girl whose mum used to fly over from Northern Ireland, twice a term, to iron her pants (and other more sensible things) for her. Once, her mum and my mum happened to be visiting at the same time, and my mum couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. Tea towels, too ...
Oh, and I'd overthrow them, if I were you.
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Date: 2005-05-29 01:54 pm (UTC)pants etc
Date: 2005-05-30 12:43 am (UTC)Re Murdo, is it worth having a talk with *him*? Better embarrassing now than later... it's always worth flagging up to any young man that you are aware and naturally have an ongoing and friendly interest in the affairs of your young daughter, and will do until she is of age and fully independent. (I have a funny memory of Meatloaf in an interview contrasting his Bad Guy stage image with the one of him waiting up for his 16 YO daughter to come home from a date. With a shotgun.)
Lords are no worse than other politicians. (I have cut the rant about the rest of the politics, you'll be happy to know!)
Re: pants etc
Date: 2005-05-30 01:19 am (UTC)Murdo is already quaking at the thought of a "little chat" when he arrives on Wednesday. He is a lovely chap and we are all very fond of him, so I think the VG could do a lot worse. Plus he is about to graduate and at the end of this season is heading Down Under for a year, and the VG is at boarding school in England until July, and then in Nicaragua for a month so it is likely to be a telephone and internet relationship for much of the foreseeable future.
Re: pants etc
Date: 2005-05-30 03:20 am (UTC)Murdo sounds like a very nice boy, if he is already quaking at the thought of a little chat. Undoubtedly the VG could so a lot worse (see Wendy Cope's triolet entitled "There are so many kinds"...).