nicalibres
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There’s another show me your engagement/wedding rings thread and one user appears to have fished hers out of a shipwreck
I’ve bricked up my doors and windows to limit interactions with others. I have a specific email address for people to email me on which I only have signed in on a specific laptop to limit the violence of receiving emails people commit against me and I don’t put my SIM card in my phone so they can’t call me.MN would clutch their pearls at me, I answered the door at after 12am last night. Turned out to be a slightly drunk lady, perfectly polite, who saw the light on and couldn't quite find her road
I rarely get up, to be frankCurrently a competitive not sitting down thread on the go i.e to get all your jobs done, don’t sit down from the minute you wake up til you go to bed.
Actual quotes:
‘Yeah I don’t really sit down. I remember in the first lockdown, sitting on the sofa in the middle of the day, and thinking …what is this??’
and
‘I rarely sit down!’
I don’t think that counts as ‘staff’ unless the window cleaner works solely for her (like all the others she’s listed) That’s what I assume ‘staff’ means and none of the stuff she’s listed is out of the ordinary (but good on her for trying to sound rich).
Here you goCould you do a diagram?
They really swallow any sort of rubbish on there. A parking thread has them foaming at the mouth and salivating for details.
Well I hope she is getting her ducks in a row and getting ready to LTB. She cant be expected to remain married to man who ate sweets.Couldn’t even manage one sweet! Classic mumsnet sanctimonious eating.
I absolutely love this thread by the way. So nice to see it’s not just me rolling my eyes (but also unable to look away).
I agree that skinny jeans are apparently on the way out (whether that will actually happen or not, I’m not sure. I think we’re in a fashion era atm where anything goes and I’m pleased about that) but ‘bootcut jeans and loafers’ puts me in mind of this.Skinny jeans are just a leggings replacement unless you’re actually skinny. Clue is in the name. They don’t look great on anyone else.
They’ve been on their way out for the last 10 years…I wish they’d actually go
If I stayed round my friends house and they left a chocolate in my pillow and disposable slippers for me to wear, with a mini fridge and hot drink facilities I’d no joke think they’d had a mental breakdown.The guest bedroom thread is hilarious.
The only person I knew in real life who was like that, was a former manager who was batshit crazy. She was classic mumsnet - her job was in the £60-70k ballpark, she lived in a posh village and had 2 strapping sons in the Navy. She once brought in truffles from her holiday, and offered them round the office saying 'just take one each please'. Then went back to her desk and said 'I'm going to lock the box of truffles in my drawer so you greedy piggies don't eat them all today, you can have another one each tomorrow'.What is it with the competitive eating, what do they get out of this? I notice it with many influencers as well, either boasting about the massive salads or the minimal amount of a fucking gummy bear they manage to heat before being absolutely filled to the brim.
I don't know anybody in real life who would go on and on about that? Sure, I myself don't like jelly sweets myself that much, but give me crisps or a croissant or chocolate and you better bet I eat it. And they even do the same about the eating habits of their strapping sons and birdlike daughters. Are they projecting some sort of eating disorder on them? That would actually be pretty nasty for the kids.
With apologies to @ChastityDingle may I propose a thread title:Exactly.
And sometimes it's so ridiculous 'my dd had her bff over and they had a row and the bff's ddad was annoyed and he brought along his ddog and the ddog bit my dd.'
I need to lie down in my dbed after writing that.
That’s normal! I got a tiara for my 18th birthday! It was like this oneOh God! I can’t stop laughing. There’s a thread titled ‘What did you get for your daughter’s 18th birthday.’ Our very upper class friend (she wishes) apparently gave each of hers, among other things, a family tiara!