dulwichmum

Have they gone into liquidation or something? They were a terrific web site. What a shame, the staff were so helpful.

I love Cafe Nero, and I no-longer own a pram (sigh). I park outside in my Audi Q7 and send my au pair in to get me a coffee when I am in a hurry - being a mother makes me incredibly busy...

ENOUGH! I shall be forced to slap your bottom Mr Huguenot. And as for the rest of you - I expect to see you personally apologise to Father O'Connor next Saturday morning. If you are not outside that church by 10.30 with a large donation in your pocket - I shall ask the administrator for your address...

Oh Kalam sweetie, If only you knew sweetie (sigh)...

Dear ibilly99, Could you make a nice short film about Ray Winstone? I am sure you would get so very many hits indeed! *swoon*

This is true sweetie. I am feeling incredibly broody, and you look so damn cute in that little romper suit with a dummy in your mouth!

Oh SteveT darling, How very lovely and super kind of you to welcome me back. I could never ever go professional as a writer sweetie, or my family would starve. I am just not that good. I am having lots of fun though. Mwah x DM

iBilly99 darling, You are clearly very talented at IT wizardry type stuff, but apart from congratulating you on your on your skill in the making of short films for Youtube, I really feel the need to ask you consider getting out more. Really now sweetie. Bless...

I just adore this candidate - although she really is an outside runner ;)

Kind Giggirl, They actually stock them at Bicester outlet Mall too for a substantial discount - er... or so I have heard. *blushes*

Darling Pagey, I forgive you. You can come off the step now. However, I shall be watching you closely in future (said putting hands on hips). I don't know. I step outside for five minutes and the tone gets lowered (running perfectly manicureed hands through glossy brunette mane). Shall I open a bottle then? Anyone for Chablis?

OHMYGOD! Was King Daniel there? Dont tell me that I have missed out on seeing his manly form in the "flesh" so to speak? *Swoon*

OHMYGOD! Ant - what are you saying? Obviously my Swarovski encrusted spanking paddle is not for the punishment of naught boys... or is it?

Mild? I shall leave a red mark on your legs while I am at it. We shall have no more of this talk. Behave yourselves now. I will line you up on the naughty step and tell Father O'Connor too.

Just let me get my slipper out of my bag, I shall slap your bottom Sean, just see if I don't...

Oh indeed yes. I was in the Masai a couple of years ago and we could see sky scrapers clearly on the horizon as we were enjoying the wildlife - "Wildlife Capital" indeed! There were coke cans and plastic "Walkers" crisps and "Sainsbury's" carrier bags blowing about beside the Giraffe and Lions on our safari. Very rustic. If I have time later I will scan in some of the photos. I think what finished it off for me was the fact that they were openly selling bush meat in the markets.

Oh Asset darling, you are so right!

I popped in here to pour scorn on the people who had commenced this vile and vulgar thread, and found Sean and Ant in here! Shame on the pair of you, I shall need to lie down. Filth!

I love the food at the Thai Corner cafe and was there after a gap of many years earlier this week. I have no complaints at all about the food or service, but the tables are so very close to eachother, it was like sitting on a strangers lap. We had couples on each side, discussing the state of their relationship - "you must tell me what you need from me, I feel so betrayed, I never realised that you ..." (to say any more would be unfair) etc, etc, etc. And another couple where she was saying that she needed "space" and felt as though she couldn't "breathe". I found it hard not to laugh at times, but it was just not appropriate - very, very, very uncomfortable. Who are these frightful customers in there? Why do they insist on discussing their private business next to me? I may even be forced to blog it, and if they do it again, I will put their photos on my damn blog too. I never get out, and when I do, it is bloody misery bootcamp (sigh).

I wonder if he was in fact a squirrel that was having a bad hair day? Perhaps he went to some dodgy downmarket hair dressing establishment in Peckham and had a misfortune with the bleech (OHMYGOD!).

Snorky darling, Will you provide soya milk for your lattes? And Pagey dear heart, to refer to people as "retards" is jolly unkind and un PC and just well - "un" everything actually. I am afraid that it is to the naughty step with you. If I hear any more of this disgraceful chit chat, I shall slap your legs and get my house-keeper to wash your mouth out with soap.

Michael darling, the days of spittle soaked hankes are long gone! I have a stash of baby wipes in the glove compartment of my Audi Q7, and I never, ever touch your conkers. Wash your mouth out young man!

I know, Michael can be really rather perverse, but then he is an ex-public school boy...

Darling Michael, Now you do realise that if you insist on making these far fetched claims I will have to step in and force you to tell the truth...

Not off me sweetie! Here have some Krug!