Re-invention…
Posted by dulwichmum on Fri 14 November 2008
Oh how I usually adore a good team build.
Don’t you?
What’s not to love about a jolly, acquiring knife skills (level 3) at Leiths, or being flown first class, to Cork in Ireland, to learn ten ways with Foie gras? I have had a ball, but it seems that those opulent days have passed (sob).
Can you believe we just endured our latest annual “team build”, at the Buddhist Centre in St Martin’s Lane (with vegan buffet lunch)? I am completely traumatised (sniff)! As a working (Dulwich) mother, I have certain expectations…
Brenda (my mother) would lose her mind if she was to discover where I had spent my morning. I picked up a book mark from reception on my way in, emblazoned with the words “Anyone can go to heaven, just be good!” Initially, I felt quite at home – warm and self-satisfied. But when I read a flyer entitled “Making Friends with Death”, I realised that my days in this industry, during this current turbulent economic climate, may be numbered (sigh).
Today I purchased a puppy in an effort to tune-in with the masses (see illustration above). A tramp in the woods avec poppets, is so much more inexpensive (gasp!) and wholesome than a trip to The Buzz Zone, Gambado , the Cinema or All Fired Up. Teddy (don’t you agree – it is the perfect name?) will keep me out of Café Rouge (dogs are not permitted) and far from the threshold of local boutiques (they too not admit pooches, OHMYGOD). He is the sweetest dog in town, so cute that he makes Freeway from Hart to Hart look like the Hound of the Baskervilles! Our baby dog is a Cockapoo (the shame) but I have told my darling poppets that he is a labradoodle (little boys can be so very rude). He is a trendy Cocker Spaniel/Toy Poodle hybrid, like a Toyota Prius, but requires less fuel! He is hypo-allergenic as he does not shed and is bright as a shiny button. A dog is the perfect accessory for this economic downturn!
Why did no-one mention that puppies do not wear nappies? He is soiling my parquet and tumbled marble floors as I type. I have consumed half a bottle of Chablis this evening before seven pm, and that is not like me at all… (hic). From now on, Frugal is my middle name!
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Frog in the Field said,
Darling DM, may I call you Frugal?
How wise you are to invest in such a glamourously perfect pooch!
Not that you need any accessory at all….but tell me sweetie, what does Brenda think of a Cockapoo? I think we should just keep it between ourselves..do pass the bottle, darling….
dulwichmum said,
Sweet Frog,
Brenda thinks he is a labradoodle too! It is our little secret… Would you like a pint glass?
kitschen pink said,
Oh good grief ! Well, I suppose once it’s potty trained your lady who does could use it to polish said floors. Every cloud…t.x
dulwichmum said,
Oh Kitschen Pink sweetie,
What a super plan!
Frog in the Field said,
Pint glass?
How dare you!
I left those things behind with my art college days (sniff!).
I can’t believe you own such objects!
Ah, perhaps you were referring to those super large diamond encrusted wine recepticals we used last time? Or should I not mention such things at this dreadful economic time (hic!).
Actually, don’t bother with a glass, just give me the bottle with a straw.
dulwichmum said,
Frog darling,
James likes to indulge in the odd bottle of “English ale” from time to time. I keep a selection of pint glasses for him in the utility room. I have found them rather useful of late – it really is such a stressful time (sigh)…
menopausaloldbag (MOB) said,
Oh my darling DM. You do not know the real meaning of frugal quite yet. Only when you find you have swapped that Chablis for the delights of Liebraulmilch, Black Tower or Blue Nun, ingested Aldi’s ‘I’veneverseendaylightandasaresultamquitegreyinpalourchickenthatatrampwouldn’teatnomatterhowhumgryhewas’ value range and been to Primark for your festive season’s little black dress with matching black plastic shoes that will have your feet smelling like a slurry tank in the height of summer can you say that you are indeed being frugal. Why, my own father was a master of frugality and the finest example known to many a Glaswegian. Not only did he have our open real fire replaced with a gas fire version to save money on burning expensive fossil fuels he chose a gas fire that could be set to Miser Mode and left there all day, heating no more than a five inch radius of the fire in which we children huddled just to take the frostbite from the tips of our toes and fingers. I jest you not. The ‘Miser Mode’ on the fire was soon known forever more as ‘Daddy Mode’. Now that’s frugal!
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