You'd need to enunciate that VERY carefully............

it's all lies i tell i've been quotally abused

time to chop up my salad......i really want to eat quavers and a Timeout bar.....

It's not really salad weather, you need a suet pudding!

i'm doing a hot roasted red peppers and chicken on top of the boring salad!!! ooh there goes the buzzer back laters....

Afternoon ladies [that includes you, chins and Picto ]

afternoon Twass it's been SNOWING

Cripes, it is a bit colder here in Kent but SNOW?? Is it deep? Is it snowmanable??

not snowmanable here but heavier over where my mum's friend lives....
i probably need a hot chocolate or something cosy.....

How about a big mocha with a shot of syrup and a bowl of soup?

Years ago when I lived in my flat just after leaving the father of my children I made a snow twassington. It was anatomically correct and everything. Only it didn't have any arms

Twass is 'armless

i try and avoid soup unless i'm ill
On the cake porn programme this week they were making layered slices i fancy one of them

They look like the sort of thing where you go to take a delicate bite and the pink foamy balls bit collapses and the chocolate layer on top snaps into a thousand shards leaving you with pink foam and chocolate bits all over your face

oh dear don't you use one of THESE
oh the shame

ps pink? the colour on your monitor needs to be calibrated as it's a pale brown milk chocolate colour!!

No I use me fingers for cake! I'm a philistine

Deary me I thought it was a strawberry mousse or similar.

i don't know what to say *passes moist towelette*

Have a woken up in an alternate reality where polite people live?? Do you use......NAPKINS???

As a child, there were always NAPKINS. Parents had white linen ones and I had multicoloured seersucker ones. And woe betide me if I forgot to put it on my lap before eating Then mum got a new red linen tablecloth and matching napkins. I still have the tablecloth, but the napkins seem to have vamoosed.............

i have napkins
my mum is obsessive about the use of napkins
although to be fare i eat in bed on a tray a lot so i mainly use kitchen roll

Yes, kitchen roll is what I have should there be............mess

My parents were table manners dragons. Yells of "elbows!" "napkin!" etc were the dinner accompaniments I grew up with. That and "Don't hold your knife like a pencil" and "don't turn your fork over." Considering Mum grew up in a council house in Wandsworth and Dad in a maisonette in Tooting Bec with no bathroom they certainly had ideas above their station

Same here with regard to tables manners!
My dad was even stricter than my mum any infringement and your food went straight in the bin Then you had to sit and watch everyone else eating

It has resulted in a gag reflex when i see kids running round restaurants holding bits of food in their hands.

Such behaviour seems entirely alien I have to say. My own children knew how to behave when out, although I wasn't as draconian as my own parents. I do remember hours of sitting at the table with cold uneaten stewed apple or mashed potato that had to be eaten before I got down. And it was hours, sometimes. Waste was NOT allowed. The wartime ethic remained ingrained into them.

Were you also expected to be "seen but not heard" when in adult company? Being an only child, this meant the parents would chat at the table but I was expected to remain silent because it was "grown ups talk". When I visit my granddaughters they climb up and down from the table at will [although told off], talk, scream, demand, refuse to eat what's there and expect other food, play with food etc etc. The world's changed entirely within 50 years

We also had to eat what we were given. I was round at a friend's house at the time her son was 2 less than 2 and she's asking him what he wants asking a two year old "do you want pasta? do you want houmous? he's 2 ffs!!!

I had a phobia of egg white as a child, like you the hours i've spent sitting at the table trying to gag down the white of a boiled egg....of course i like it now not as much as as the yolk but i can eat it without puking

oh yes seen and not heard. definitely.
endless hours of sitting quietly because it was rude to go and play in my room when there were guests!!!

A friend came to visit me when i was ill with her two sons and they were ghastly they were running round breaking stuff, like a cliche of badly behaved kids. I don't know what to say if she wants to bring them again because i don't want them in my house. I can't afford to replace the amount of stuff they break as she laughs indulgently.

It's a sorry state of affairs when you can't trust kids not to break things. I put a lot of stuff away before my granddaughters visit, although they'd be told off if they broke anything....then given a treat five minutes later

I shall be trekking forth to the station shortly, and thence to London town to see a show with various other reprobates like myself Back tomorrow night after a night at my pal's house in the Room of Fabulousness. It is a tiny back bedroom and her only spare room, crammed with all manner of stuff, fairy lights, festival hats, things we've found on our travels, artwork, rock memorabilia....Sindy dolls ....I love staying there

oh have a lovely time Twass!

Just been and taken the fleece off and put my dress on over the jeans. That's my idea of dressing up I'll be far too early so will just sit here for ten minutes....

*twiddles thumbs*

what you going to see?