Dear So and So: elephant p0rn, odd boots, cakes and more

Dear Self.
You remembered the cakes for the bake sale, the animal board game homework, 50p for Sports Relief, money for the Easter lunch next week, packed lunches, drinks, bags etc AND got to school on time.
It is a damn shame you didn’t realise you were wearing odd boots until you were half way home.
Her who actually finds this quite amusing.

Dear people who make underhand sarcastic comments.
Stop.
You are making a fool of yourself.
I am so much better at them than you, so much so that you haven’t realised I’m doing it.
Have you?
Love her who knows you are having to think back very carefully on recent conversations.

Dear School.
Today: Bake sale (to give cakes in and attend after school), Easter egg tombola (donate an egg and attend and spend), 50p for Sports Relief and sportswear, Easter lunch money, Phonics lesson (for parents!) at 2.30pm, homemade animal board-game to hand in….
Seriously?
I can’t remember which boot goes with which, this list is asking for trouble on one day.

Dear little sister
Thank you for bringing round the gorgeous buns for Kieran’s class bake sale.
I have of course passed them off as my own to the school though did tell some Mums they were yours.
Well I meant to say but I might have forgotten.
I can’t remember.
Anyway – thanks for the buns you may or may not have made for my son’s bake sale.
Love your ever grateful big sister x

Dear illnesses.
PISS OFF!
Kieran has had severe catarrh for week resulting in sudden onset high temps, headaches and neck pain, I have severe tonsillitis resulting in not being able to eat and feeling shocking, Roy has a nasty bug resulting in him only drinking for 36hrs and looking shocking.
Taylor isn’t ill *touch wood* but all this has resulted in him being mightily annoyed at how miserable the rest of us are.
Time to move on,
Thanks.

Dear Kieran.
Stepping away from my slightly bad mood self, Daddy and I are SO proud of you.
Your parent’s evening report was really good and we are thrilled with the little man you are becoming.
We love you (and so does Taylor).
Love Mummy x

Dear Readers,
It amazes me that you keep coming back. As always if there is something you’d love to see on C&C (and the answer to the person who previously emailed asking for elephant p0rn is a resounding no!) drop me an email via the contact box.
Have a good weekend all!
Nicki x

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Dear So and So: The “Nicki is off on one” edition.

Dear Yorkshire Water.
Seriously?
You send us a letter saying our new water rates from April are slightly higher.
Ok, I can go with that though the tight cow in me is gritting her teeth.
THEN I wake up, yet again to no water!
I rang your customer services who said “we think  there is a burst pipe somewhere but haven’t found it yet”.
Really?
As a consequence the school has had to make the decision to close and although I now have water again (at last), I have extra children who have lost another day’s schooling.
We are not amused!

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Dear People who email me and refer to me as:
Curly&Candid
Mummy Blogger (urgh!)
Mummy (slightly creepy)
Nicholas (ok you are just taking the piss)
My name is Nicki, not Nickee, Nikki, Noo Noo or anything else.
If you pitch something and start with the correct name there is a chance I’ll keep reading.
Her who doesn’t think checking details should be overlooked.

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Dear People who email me to say my blog is perfect for:
Dog biscuits (I don’t have a dog)
Car care products (I don’t drive)
Items that fit people who are the the size of one of my legs (really?)
Have a quick look at the blog from time to time.
Thanks.

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Dear people who don’t scoop the poop.
There is a special (and rather stinky) place in hell for you.
Her who is training her kids to yell “LOOK MUMMY, THAT GROWN UP DIDN’T PICK UP THEIR DOGS POO!”.

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Dear 5yr old,
Please don’t chew the end of your school pencil and swallow a bit.
I got a call from the school to tell me you were ok but to inform me of what had happened.
1) This could have hurt you
2) When I see the school number on caller ID I panic
3) The conversation with the school manager (who was secretary when I was at school there!) went badly as I accidentally let slip that I am a pen chewer and somehow I now feel very naughty!
Love Mummy who doesn’t want you to chew anything but your food.

Have a good weekend all!

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