CamberwellOz

Your house is bigger Marmora Man. Maybe we should swap recipes? :)-D

Brendan I'm with you... Croydan. Although I found coming home from Thornton Heath on a bus with the worst hangover of my life a close second. Vomiting in public wasn't really on my list of things to do that morning.

Forgot to mention... Here, here! to The Scorpian. I only wish I had parents like yours. My mum was a dreadful cook and I looked like a sickly child for most of my younger life. My memories are of burnt sausages and soggy, soggy brocolli. I'm dry reaching just thinking about it. Poor Mum - she just had no passion for food. It was just fuel to her. Needless to say - I watched a lot of cooking programmes when I was little. Floyd has to be up there as inspirational to me as a child. I don't know if you got 'Yan Can Cook' over here - but he was great too. By the time I was 12, I was cooking dinner for the family on most nights. (I would swap washing the dishes for it.... which I thought was brilliant) My parents came out for seven weeks last year and I cooked up a storm every night. I'd just had a baby - so I'd place her in Mum and Dad's room - they would play and sing to her and I'd slink off in the kitchen, put on my favourite album and relax into it. I would cook 2-3 courses a night (come on... I was breast feeding) and my Mum told me when she got home, she had gone down two dress sizes and my father's blood pressure had gone down. I couldn't believe it.

I have taught two of my best friends how to cook. The hardest one (a man) ate only bananas, meat, pasta, other various carbs and tomatoes. I taught him how to hide food from himself to begin with. (Grating courgettes and carrots into a pasta sauce, etc) And I also taught him how to make food he loved that also could impress the ladies if he were to cook. (Beef Wellington) It was so nice to watch the transformation (over the months he camped out in our front room.... he was Australian)from this person who said he hated all food to 'if you don't tell me what's in it, I'll eat it' and then the last stage of ringing me up to tell me about the wonders of Lemons and how they 'really brought out the taste of so much'. The other girl - now still rings me when she is making a dish asking me questions like.... remember when we cooked that chicken dish. I'll offer myself and my house once a week to teach people how to cook. I'd actually really enjoy it.

My fault... I thought you were bringing up bad 80's haircuts.

Just got a redundancy warning letter......

I feel sick today. I can't believe I was so loyal to a company. Gave them my heart and soul and they could do this to me. Anyone know a good solicitor?

I'm trying to write this without swearing or screaming out loud. I told my boss that I was pregnant this morning (via email) and this afternoon he took me aside and said he was thinking about firing me (cutting costs bla bla) anyway and still might do it. Legally can he do this? And how should I go about handling this?

I'm with MM. I don't jump lights unless it's a pedestrian crossing with no one crossing. Hmm thinking about it, I also jump the lights at T junctions. When I am at the top part of the T going forwand. (I think this makes sense... to me at least) I used to be a lot more wreckless but then I had a baby and realised that saving five minutes isn't worth not watching my little one grow up.

Thanks for all your ideas. They have been great.

Am I living in a dream world? Or does one really exist?

Loved Seinfeld. I really did love that series. I thought I was the only one.

Go on a holiday. Go to the gym. Read a good book. Cry - it is great medicine. I always found getting drunk and singing to songs I loved in my youth at 3am in the morning helped too. Try to go one whole day without saying her name. Gather up all her things and put them away in a box. Buy a new pet. Ring your friends and invite them round for dinner. (A problem shared is a problem halved) Start a new daily routine. Join a club. Update your resume and see if you can find a new job where you have more money to spend. There we go... start on a few of those things and get back to me. I have a million ways to get over a relationship.

I woke up this morning. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Made some piping hot coffee and went and picked myself some fresh figs for breakfast. Being on holiday in Spain is great. I agree with MMan - riding is the only way. You may start off wobbly but give it two months. You?ll be beating people at the lights.

I know your anger. My daughter ate a large quantity of poly filler when she was being looked after by the child minder. The child minder rang me in a panic, I rang Melbourne Grove and they said I would have to wait for a GP to call me back and wouldn't make an emergency appointment for me. Obviously this was met by a very angry mother who wouldn't get off the phone and waited until THEY made an appointment for me. It was me who had to look up what poly filler does to small children, me who had to get the information emailed over to me (at work) and me who had to fax it to them.

I've been in the lounge room and heard the trap. I can assure you that they have stopped kicking in 20 seconds. One for every day of the week. Maybe I could be Snow White?

I've just killed five mice in four days with a spring loaded trap. That was after they climbed into my (what I thought was locked) bread bin and ate two loaves of bread. And I still saw droppings on my bench this morning. So I make that a running total of Me - 5 Mice - 3 I must try harder.

Yes, yes you read that one right. Also reminds me of the time I got stuck in a self clean toilet in France but I'm sure I've mentioned that before on here.

I'm reading the 452 replies to our wine tasting and setting up a database with all their friends who want to come. That was after I found out that I spent a day putting together 'a very important' wine list that included every wine that we stock that 'I needed to send five days ago' was never even looked at or used. lordship_bod - can you stab me in the eye as well?

I'd just arrived in London around November 2002. Early 2003 I was catching the 176 bus to work and I watched falling snow for the very first time. It made me cry.

I'm also scared of something hiding under the toilet seat and biting my behind. I have to lift the lid and check. This has saved me a few times. The worst one was in Thailand. We were on a river cruise and I'd been holding on for about four hours. We got to our hotel on the banks of the river and I ran to the toilet. Did my whole lifting the lid thing and a spider bigger than my hand ran up the toilet lid and out the window. I didn't need to go to the toilet after that.

3/4 class.

I think I blinked and missed a EDF mini war. I'm one of the breeders who works as well. What does that make me?

I always hate getting into bed. My heart rate goes up and I have to close my eyes because I think a hand will come out and grab my leg. It doesn't matter what bed. All beds have evil men lying in wait underneath them. I feel quite uneasy talking about it.

Little one had this bug, gave it to me (whilst 2 months pregnant), dad and nan. Lucky for me, I got to vomit for 9 hours straight.