Mumsnet #35 we’ve lost sight of what a crucifixion looks like

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TheDragonWithAFlagon said:
Thoughts and prayers, please.

We're being visited by the Teenie Tinies any moment now - MIL and SIL are up from ruralshire. Both barely 5 foot and would probably blow away in a stiff breeze, and Mr D had the idea of them coming for a 'cup of tea' before going to an Italian restaurant this evening. I'm expecting them to come in shaking slightly from the numbers of non-English voices in the area and because there are more than three cars per square mile.


In fairness to Mr D, he did do a massive fryup for breakfast, as I'm not exactly going to be able to do the huge plate of antipasti, tub of olives, a bucket of gluten free pasta and All of the Fish, followed by three goldfish bowl sized Aperol Spritzes and gelato for afters. But I'm dreading it.


ETA: thoughts and prayers worked! They've asked Mr D to go and collect them to go straight to the restaurant because they can't handle crossing a big road, turning left and walking for six minutes. I'm going to meet them there later.
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Take the spare time to have a swift bacon sandwich ‘chaser’ then get pissed and you won’t care (until morning perhaps)
 
FeloniousMonk said:
I grew up in the 70s. The food was tasteless shite. Boiled mince, boiled carrots, boiled potatoes. Every vegetable boiled to the point it had long surrendered any vitamins. No herb that couldn't be grown in an english garden and stuffed up a chicken's bum (to quote Terry Pratchett.) No garlic, no ginger, no olives, no lime, NO JOY.
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I was luckier in that my parents had spent many years Abroad so they knew what garlic bread and real curry was, but I remember my dad trying to persuade his aunt that this fancy foreign muck called pate was the same as meat paste so she would eat it.
 
As a kid in the 70’s I remember being hungry a lot.

Not from poverty, just not being allowed to eat. Portions were small, no seconds. If I didn’t like it, nothing else. We rarely had biscuits, if we did it would be a rich tea or a ginger nut, and I’d be allowed one. No eating between meals.

Packed lunches were a sandwich and a club biscuit/penguin. I used to be properly hungry when I got in from school and be made to wait until dinner was ready.

Only a little fridge, no freezer. So no endless supply of food, only what was bought that day.

I was an incredibly active child- I played at county level in two sports until I was 12. My mum remembers me as a “lazy” child, probably because between school and training 16-20 hours a week I was too tired to move once I got home!

I also got the diet comments from a young age. Probably because I was muscular rather than twiggy- I had to stop swimming at 11 so I wouldn’t get “big shoulders”, smell of chlorine and put the boys off…

We think girls are under pressure now with social media, magazines and looks/appearance, but it was very definitely there years ago as well.
 
I love the heat. Lived most of my life in a warm climate. Mostly California and now Florida. The brief time we lived in Wyoming was the worst. I remember stepping out of the house one winters day and feeling as though the inside of my lungs had frozen. It was negative 20 Fahrenheit (-29 Celsius) and people were going about their business like it was normal. I started packing to move that day.
 
Cheddar Chalpupa said:
Oh me too. I just want to get my effing washing dry. It's a joke, don't need the heating on so can't use radiators, can't put it outside. FFS (obvs I don't have a tumble dryer or I would use that!)
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I want to sit in the sun with a book and a glass of wine. I can see the sea from my garden <stealth boast> and it’s my favourite waste of time on a day off.
 
DollyPlops said:
Take the spare time to have a swift bacon sandwich ‘chaser’ then get pissed and you won’t care (until morning perhaps)
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I survived. MIL was most definitely in teeniest-tiniest mode today, though. 'Oh, I'm not hungry today, so I'll just have some soup'. One small (ie, normal person sized as a starter) bowl of soup arrives. 45 minutes later, she's offering the wafer sized slice of ciabatta around because she's totally full up because 'there were vegetables at the bottom of the bowl'. Yeah, love, most people have to eat those to be full up. And, along with the 'why is this glass of water so big?', she also prawnshamed SIL.

'Oooh, aren't those prawns of yours HUGE? I could never eat those, they're far too big'. Teenytiny SIL had clearly been held back all day because 'you wouldn't want to spoil your appetite for this evening, as she gave it a bloody good go, even when MIL followed up with a 'And there's so much spaghetti on your fork, why don't you ask them to break it up for you next time so you don't have to wrap it round your fork in big lumps?'. SIL is 44 and probably just wanted to be left to actually eat a really nice meal in peace.

I kept myself occupied and silent with the massive bowl of pasta del mare and retrieving mussels and clams from their shells, thinking how much I would have eaten if it weren't for the teeny tinies perching on their seats making me feel like a human Kaiju.
 
Anyone seen how high and mighty they are all being about the friend that took money out of a book in a shop? Friend found £165 inside a donated book at a National Trust place and pocketed it, and of course she is the scum of the earth and all the mumsnetters would be going no contact with the thieving friend
 
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