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I found this fantastic video on Youtube and had to share – Fanny appears in a puff of smoke in a the kitchen of a newlywed housewife – it’s full of very bad pyschedelic sound effects and it’s hilarious from start to finish.

I have in my possession a very crusty and coveted old FC cookbook which I treasure as I delight in the ghoulish photography and nonsensical recipes. I’ve always wanted to be the 21st century Fanny Craddock and today, I think I’ve cracked it!

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Yep, it’s the school Cake Sale today and here’s our contribution – 18 high calorie garish globs finished with butter icing and sweets – yum. They’ll disappear in a minute. I’ve taken the traditional fairy cakes recipe and created these anarchic little treats in the style of gonzo cooking. Check the Gonzo cooking pages if you dare…

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As I sat down to enjoy my beautifully prepared lunch yesterday, things took a drastic about turn. My cosy domestic bubble burst in the manner of a very large party balloon being pricked by a very large, sharp pin.

My mobile phone trilled, !NUMBER WITHHELD! flashed on the screen – Ok, better put my professional/together voice on!

‘Hi, can you talk? It’s me, how are you?’
‘Yes, sure I can talk, fabulous thanks and you?’
‘I’ve got something for you’
‘Great, what it is it?’
‘It’s a blah-di-blah-di-blah at blah-di-blah? Yeah? Interested?’
‘Wow that sounds great!’
‘Read the spec, I need to send your CV to them today, they want someone to start immediately’
‘Sure (choke on flapjack silently) I’ll have to you within the hour – I need to change it. I’m not sure it’s working – I’ve had my CV appraised and was told it would cost £350 to put right’
‘Yeah, that social media thing on it, no one gets it.’
‘OK, I’ll dump it’
‘Good idea – get it over, be quick’

And then three job specs came through on email. Three job opportunities! What a bloody shock. I caught myself suddenly having to think. Life could change imminently. This little adventure of unemployment could soon be over. Shit.

As with all things work related, thought was quickly galvanised into action and I dragged my CV out of the document folder – grrrrrrrrrr. I gave myself an hour to rewrite it in a comprehensive and chatty fashion – yes, I’m a dyed in the wool deadline addict.

I began removing all links to my work on the worldwide wonder web which I’d lovingly searched out in my first jobsearch sojourn. Boo hoo – my social media CV was lame and had to be put out to pasture.

Then taking the advice of my CV appraiser, I dumbed down the font (apparently it was distracting and would mean my CV would be straight in the bin), I removed the bolded type (apparently incredibly distracting and annoying and would mean my CV would be straight in the bin) and I added some editorial around my work (apparently just listing it would be incredibly annoying and distracting etc. etc.). The finished work was much better and I spotted a most embarrassing typo – I’d spelt Communications as communciations – which I swiftly changed. Cringe – my usual faves are brest regards and daft copy which never go unnoticed, thankfully I’ve never committed the cardinal sin of typing pubic relations as many of my (former) colleagues have. I digress, as I pressed send message, I breathed a sigh of relief and waited ten minutes before calling the recruiter.

‘Hi – I’ve sent you my redraft, it’s much better’
‘Thanks, I’ll pop it across’

Ten minutes later, !NUMBER WITHHELD!, I knew it was her…

‘Darling, what was your last job title? I can’t see it on the CV…’

Oh god, in my panic I’d left it off.

‘Don’t worry I’ll change it and pop it over.’
‘Thanks (choke), speak to you soon!’

With that done it was time to pick up Miniminx – we did the weekly shop and went hideously over budget. By the time we got home I was feeling tired and irritable.

‘Sorry, Mummy is feeling a bit cruddy’
‘Don’t worry Mum.’
‘It’s just that there’s all these job thingies.’
‘Yeah great, you need a job.’
‘I don’t know if I want to work, I like being at home and doing my blog and writing.’
‘Well it’s tough Mum, I’d rather be at home all day but I have to go to school. Sorry but you have to go to work’

And so I heard a small version of myself deliver the bare naked truth…Mummy needs to get a job.

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I’ve been burying my head in the sand, and this week the snow, and it’s time to face facts. Staying at home with no income is a fool’s paradise.

I’m a bit lost without the social, intellectual and fiscal stimuli of working. Miniminx is bored of me being at home – she’s missing all the goodies I used to bring home from my travels and the general haphazard nature of our life which we’ve grown accustomed to.

Going to school is a bit of a grungefest these days, instead of arriving to drop her off in a cab with darkened windows and tottering in the playground fully made up, with glossy hair and crazy heels, it’s now a walk along the River clad in parka, jeans and biker boots (yes, of course I wear a top!) and lucky if I’ve managed to grab a shower yet.

She’s going to be in for a fright when she starts to notice that my purse strings are going to be much tighter, even though the heartstrings are still tuggable, Pester Power moments will be played out on deaf ears – you know the ones ‘But I really, REALLY need it, I reeeally do – it would make me so happy. You know you’re the best Mummy.’

Don’t get me wrong, there’s fun to be had in this downtime but being at home hasn’t made me tidy the house more or start knitting – I still spend most of my day, mainly out of ‘Im-not-working-but-I-know-I-should-be’ guilt, sat at my computer in search of the main chance! I think I’ve lost my gall these last few weeks and I’m wondering if I will ever work again, it’s a crisis of professional confidence and it’s eating away at me day by day.

It was easy to keep busy in January as it was all very novel – fabulous in fact. But February? It’s time to take stock and hit the refresh button on my reality check page, I’ve got to take a sharp look at our expenses and start making cutbacks;

Newspapers & magazines (now get them online)
Lovefilm subscription is gone (£10 per month)
Virgin Wines Discovery Club cancelled (£80 per quarter)
£8 per hour baby sitters no more (£80 per month)
cut back on the food bill (cut back to £60 per week – difficult when there’s no Aldi or Lidl in walking distance)
designer clothes can wait until I get working (thousands!)
taxis only when necessary (hundreds)
no more cinema (£50 per month)
or eating out (a lot)
no holiday (a massive amount)
personal trainer (£400 per ten sessions)
beautician (back to doing my own pedicures etc)
turn off the heating in the day when I’m home and wear scarf and gloves (well, I’m not really going to do that)

And that amounts to my lifestyle down the drain. My gym membership could go but that’s my sanity, and the cleaner, well it’s a minor expense and there’s nothing better than a loyal cleaner. I’ve also got Miniminx’s afterschool lessons to pay for; Stagecoach £315, guitar lesson £45 and all the school trips, plus it’s her birthday soon which will have to be downsized this year. At least there are no school fees to pay.

So how will I make any cash without a job in the credit crunch? Blogging – I wish I could but why pay a blogger when they do it for free?! Selling stuff online? I’ve signed up to Music Magpie to ditch my CDs, and while I buy on ebay, I don’t tend to sell on it. Carboot sales?

I’ve hit The Wall – like Simon Pegg in Run Fat Boy Run – and I’m wondering if now’s the time to find a different way to make a living…answers on a postcard please!

I’m going to grab my iPod and hit the treadmill in hope of inspiration…

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Maybe I’ve just got this all wrong, wrong, wrong and it’s instant Karma – Jude Law is playing the Minx is in new film Rage…
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He even looks a bit like me – the shame!

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Ooh la la, Valentine’s Day gets us all hot under the collar and seemingly minxy on the blogs but it’s got me in trouble with a big T.

I very innocently signed up for Web Mums – a very well profiled ning site for Mums who want to work from home – WOWEE! I was accepted to join and as promised, I jumped straight in. Heading straight to the blogger network, I could not help but put my url in, but I was soon accosted by a lingerie seller. Checking out the blog I found they were advertising none other than MAN BRAs – I kid you not, MAN BRAs. So having been accosted, I could not help myself and we had quite a conversation, as follows, remember this flows upwards so don’t read down:

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Comment by nixdminx 42 minutes ago
I’ve just texted my boyfriend to ask if he would like a man bra for valentine’s day – I consider myself chucked already!

Comment by Janey 43 minutes ago
I don’t think people would bother to scroll down. You see the horrible picture of mens bras and then go and look at another web site

Comment by nixdminx 43 minutes ago
thanks, please let me know when you stock the lake and stars, nice to meet you

Comment by Lingerie Lady 44 minutes ago
it is OK. There are lot of lingerie sellers out there
And we are all good . Some really spend a lot of effort to be the best. Lingerie is like your stylist. You get use to it
I have a lot of customers from WebMums and they are all happy
Good luck in your blog

Comment by nixdminx 53 minutes ago
I think I’ll stick to figleaves…

Comment by Lingerie lady 54 minutes ago
no honey, i you scroll down or read the archive
YOu ind me posted latest news
Advertising worse product which u dnt sell will let the people have curiosity to see what you sell
it is not advertising your product as I did not refer to my site in it
You have to have the good and the bad news

Comment by nixdminx 1 hour ago
oh I see, but you should not market yourself on the worst item, what is the best selling item, then I might be interested…if you are looking for the Delia effect on cooking you don’t sell meat past it’s sell by date – tell me, what is Angelina Jolie wearing in her latest film or what did Kate Winslet wear to get her Oscar nomination??

Comment by Lingerie lady 1 hour ago
dnt buy it
we are just announcing the latest lingerie news
we do not sell
The only items we sell in the blog is the one with hyperlink to the items
blog can be or advertising, can be for the latest product news, celebrity product news and so on.. to flavour it up

Comment by nixdminx 1 hour ago
So why would I buy it?

Comment by Lingerie lady 1 hour ago
It is not for valentine, anyhow it has been voted the worse lingerie or 200 and I agree 100%

Comment by nixdminx 1 hour ago
are you for real? why would I buy my boyfriend a bra for Valentine’s Day?

Comment by Lingerie lady 1 hour ago
One of our Designer Lingerie Blog http://jasdesignerlingerieworld.blogspot.com/

So following this little dalliance, which left me very cold under the collar, I texted my boyfriend to test drive this Man Bra phenomenon –

Q If you had underwear for Valentine’s Day, how would you feel?
A Depends what it looked like
Q A man bra?
A Ok weird
Q Your are kidding! You mean you would accept one or it’s just plain weird?
A I don’t have boobs
Q So are you still speaking to me??
A Why are you being weird?

Ho hum…

all names have been changed…

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winter-wonderland

Oh my oh my – how much fun we’ve been having the last two days – no school, lots of fun and lots and lots of snow. And the best bit (among many) – I think I’ve finally fallen in love with this area!

I’ve been a complete urban minx for most of my life, so living in Zone 3 has never cut the mustard. We’ve lived here for 2.5 years now and my friends and family have always said ‘It’s great for kids, you did the right thing.’ But when they’ve asked me, ‘Are you happy?’ I’ve always said ‘Yes’ through clenched teeth.

It’s hard to uproot yourself, even if it’s for the better. I love 24hr living – but everywhere shuts early here. I’ve looked for the secret underground bars, but there are none and you can’t get a pint of milk after 10pm. To me, it’s all been a bit on the twee side. It’s very well-to-do, there are lots of 4x4s, boutiques aimed at the over 50s plus very noisy air traffic and even worse, nowhere to work locally. I’ve downplayed this with the upside of good schools and low crime, but it’s never really played out to anything like the way I’ve felt about where I’ve lived before.

I’m pleased, no, delighted, to say that all changed for the better yesterday. I’ll be honest, after an action packed weekend, we overslept and I was tempted to sleep in, but my half Catholic side got the better of me, it was time to get up and face the world.

It was so peaceful, so bright, so wonderful, so snowy. ‘Mummy! It’s Winter Magic!’ cried Miniminx as she looked outside, we both felt like we’d woken up in Narnia! Sitting down to breakfast and I put the news on – Radio 4, lots of snow, England’s gone to the dogs, yada, yada, parents are selfish (see Children’s Society story) and my phone rang ‘School’s closed!’ ‘Thanks heavenly Mum-babe! – School’s out honey, get your cosy stuff on, we’re out there’ – we headed out the door to one of life’s wonders…ankle deep snow everywhere and all our friends having a ball. It was like a perfect dream.

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We went down the river (just at the end of our road) and who couldn’t help but squeal with delight and run around – all of Miniminx’s school friends were out frolicking and so were the parents. Lovely rosy cheeks, snowballs and smiles. It’s been such an unexpected delight, two days of freedom for the kids – building snowmen, toboganing, snowballing, crunchy stepping in the frozen snow – and everything pushed aside for once. It feels like a big, huge, belated Christmas present and it looks so beautiful round here, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else and I’m so happy that we’ve had these two days.

So, it’s time to put out the rubbish and the recycling, make sure we get up on time and find that lost homework, but I tell you, there’s a lot to be said for Winter magic, as cold as it is, just thinking about it makes me feel warm inside, and it’s not just the central heating on full blast!

And a big shout out here – thanks Jo for your lovely bloggers campfire – I’ve really enjoyed reading all the posts and what a great collection of people.

Ciao for now…more snow forecast

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I’m so pleased it rained all day yesterday, as it meant I could pull the hood down on my parker while staggering to school with Miniminx. 

It must be a sign of age, but I could hardly move yesterday after my night on the town.  The heady combination of being out, red wine, loud music, high heels and dancing, is just too much of an assault on my senses to have no lasting effect.  I spent most of the day lying down in a darkened room and laughing occasionally as I gradually pulled together my evening’s highlights.

Well, to start I missed out on the bleedin’ Dorchester through no fault of my own.  I tried to order a bottle of champagne to be on the table for my Sis’s party but the Maitre D said I couldn’t pay over the phone, so I settled for a sweet note for them to explain how I’d tried to order a bottle but they wouldn’t let me etc. etc.

So heading North, what better place to start than the Hawley Arms in Camden, home to most of the Art School scrag ends wearing exactly what I did twenty years ago.  Oh, how simple life is for them with all their hair twiddling and loose limbed foppery, I spent most of my time agog and holding myself back from lunging to grab wobbling beer glasses which looked ready to drop on the floor. ‘For god’s sake, they’re not toddlers!’ I kept saying to myself -not out loud obviously.  I’m an avid people watcher and this lot were already shouting and it was only 6.30. Two girls next to me were nattering away quite happily…

‘Ya, he’s definitely bi you know.’
‘Oh my god, he sooo is, he so definitely is…’
‘Yeah, yeah, and he’s slept with everyone at college.’
‘Do you know that Russian girl?’
‘Yah, todally’
‘She wears those blue tops – she should change her hair’
‘I don’t like it short.’
‘It’s really long.’
‘But she’s Russian?’
‘Yah’
‘Wears skinny jeans’
‘Yah’
‘Silver bag’
‘Yah’
‘Blue hair’
‘Um, like no’
‘Oh weird, there must be two Russian girls’
‘Yah, that’s like soooo mad.’

Well, if you can’t beat them join them, so I ordered a glass or red and lurked in the beer garden for a quick smoke while waiting for my friend.  After another glass of red, we headed off to what I thought was the theatre and it turned out to be Grace Jones – oh my god it was amazing.  She is amazing and the audience was a total 80s throwback, chin strokers spotted evenly around the venue and a few (starting to look really) old faces, including a record producer I used to know back in the day. 

We got invited to the after show party but I was dragged out kicking and screaming because it was a school night.  Much as I would loved to have gone, I doubt I would have made it out of the house at all yesterday if I had…

Stilll, if you can’t enjoy a movie on a rainy day, when can you? So I plumped for The Family Stone which was much funnier than the reviews…

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