dulwichmum

*Smiles and offers CitizenED and olive...* *Covers eyes as nudey Mr Popadopolus is hauled from the bath by paramedics* *Offers paramedics an olive*

Indeed, why have an election? I want to see super Gordon in action first! Isn't he amazing? I love the fact that he appears so cerebral. Tony Blair seemed so terribly false.

*Walks into quiet room* *Smiles to self at own environmental friendlyness (allowing au pair to use one's old bathwater) but is horrified by the scene...* *Pulls distressed Ana from bath* *Accidentally drops GHD hair straightening iron into bath...* * Says "Oh dear and it is plugged in!"* *Smiles broadly and orders dry white wine from the bar*

Oh Pablogrande, I have been laughing all night at this suggestion of yours... "I think if one male then it surely has to be Nesbitt the ultimate ED tomcat" I shall say nothing though, as I am a reformed woman. How about; Rick Cake Raisin Fruit

*Small growling dog trots out from behind screen* *Trots over to Mr Palaeologus's chair and piddles on the leg* *Growls and sits down*

I hear the lovely Barry at Jo Partridge has been responsible for a fair amount of tears.

*Wanders into quiet room wearing big fluffy bath robe* *Walks behind Japanese screen and turns on enormous taps to fill great roll topped bath* *Pours in generous amount of bubbles* *Pops out from behind screen to fill glass of Champagne (cold Krug) from the bar* *Turns on musical sound track to "The Mission" before slipping back behind screen* *Sighs - "Thank God it is Friday"*

Lovely Mr Carnell, Who is this fragrant East Dulwich Mum? I have looked but I cannot find!

No, I shall not join in, I am a reformed woman... er... I am really trying here. Mr N. has always raised strong emotions in me in the past, but no, I have been to confession - peace and love...

I promise, an afternoon in there is not going to cost you more than about ?25 each with lunch and a squiffy head. It feels very special and it is really romantic... (sigh).

Darling Mr Mockney, The only place to go to while away an afternoon in Dublin is the Terrace Lounge at The Westbury Hotel - just off Grafton Street. You can look down at the crowds mulling about in the cold weather, read a book, listen to the piano playing in the background, have the most amazing high tea (or smoked salmon on lovely home made brown bread) and some of the best Guinness in Dublin. When there are queues to get in to every coffee shop in town - the Terrace is always tranquil and civilised and cultured. Order Mrs Mockney a glass of fizz and put your feet up. It isn't even expensive!

Lovely Mr Declan, It was about two years ago, great tales of his infidelity - his lovely wife and two sweet little girls. I know I should not judge anyone, but that kind of thing hits a nerve with me. I am off to confession, and I shall remove the brick from my handbag...

Lovely Declan, Don't you read the papers? I believe everything I read in the papers...

Indeed, lets not use this thread again. I love Keef, and it hurts to see this thread come up again. Mr Administrator, could we not bin it?

Indeed, but they have super soft amaretti biscuits - and they are far superior to Garibaldi. Don't you agree dear heart? yum!

I have just returned darling Peckhamgatecrasher, and guess what? Mr Nesbit speaks with a forked tongue. My super pooch had his teeth surgically sharpened for the occasion, and I had placed an enormous house brick in my handbag too... Quelle suprise!

*Smiles knowingly (in agreement) at Mr Keef* *Offers around a plate of confectionary.*

I moved to Dulwich (East) in August 1988. I love it - it is simply the only place in London for me...

Oh thanks CitisenEd, fancy a garibaldi... er a cucumber sandwich?

There was origiannly a workhouse on St Francis Road, where the old St Francis Hospital was before it was pulled down about Fifteen years ago. I remember meeting a very old man who was terrified of being admitted to "The End of the Road" which is what it was apparently referred to when it was originally a work house. In more recent times when it was a hospital - there were all manner of tales about hauntings in that building. I wonder if the people who live in the new development (between Sainsburys and East Dulwich Train Station) have any tales to tell...

Darling Keef! I love that scene! It is just the best film, I shall just get a pot of Assam and settle down for the evening with my lap top...

*Laughs out loud* *Flings window open and sings...*

"I shall just sip on any left over Champagne thank you Michael"... *(sigh)* *Gazes wistfully out of window towards marshes* *(Sniff)*

*Do you really think so Michael?" *(Blows nose loudly into enormous handkerchief)*

*Sits staring out window still wearing last nights ball gown in the manner of Miss Haversham...* *Damn the au pair for having a social life and boyfriend crisis at the last minute...* Wails - "We were told too late to organise a babysitter" - sobs into hankey...*