I've sat with the DGC for an hour whilst DD & SIL went to parents evening.
I arrived at work today to find one of out teachers, Mr Randytwat, chatting up a new baby teacher, as I'm a bitch I asked Mr Randytwat how his daughter was getting on at nursery as he tries to give the impression he is single. He isn't, he's married with a toddler!
I did a small shop in Lidl today £18, tinned soup, longlife milk, bread, bockwurst, screenwash and a few other bits and pieces. We could withstand a siege of a month or two if we had to.
I have a yen to make a puff quilt, I keep looking at charm packs, I won't buy any but it's fun to look!
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Don't think you were being a bitch, just protecting a young teacher. Well done you, he deserves it. Love your name for him X
I agree with Mair. x
Honestly, who do these men think they are?
I've met a few who imagine that they are God's gift. They are usually pretty creepy.
Well done you for scuppering God's gift's evil intentions while appearing innocently interested in his home life. I like it.
Ha! Same opinion as everyone else! My daughter's a teacher; I was always thrilled when i learned that someone had kept an eye on her. We're 1400 miles away.
As for the quilt; maybe you could find cloth at the thrifts, or buy clothes from the thrifts that would be suitable for using the fabric. I'm not sure what a puff quilt is….
Nice intervention! I think it was nicely done and I'm sure she appreciated it.
Awww you make me laugh...I hope he had the withal to be embarrassed. x
Good one!
When I first heard about Suffolk Puffs I assumed they were edible!
I reckon a Puff Quilt would be an ideal pastime for the coming winter months. Imagine having the quilt draped across your knees, keeping you warm and cosy . . . You deserve a treat!
Hester, I have quite a lot of 5" squares from past projects - if you let me know how many you need I'll send them to you, so long as you don't mind a scrappy quilt.
I was once in our local shop behind a neighbour (who didn't see me there) and he was busily chatting up - or trying to - the young woman behind the counter, thinking himself a bit of a lad (he was by then retired and well into his 60s) and I thought "what a prat!" Some men are like that, they do think they're god's gift, don't they? Glad you sorted him out by a simple, casual remark, one well aimed though!
Margaret P
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