tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post3926095541332073903..comments2008-04-24T10:56:21.367+01:00Comments on Wife in the North: Going to the fairwife in the northhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15227214647512546906noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-35055796732171139792008-04-24T10:56:00.000+01:002008-04-24T10:56:00.000+01:00Tasty snack! that's tickled me for days.Tasty snack! that's tickled me for days.Single Mother on the Vergehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947480104386831498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-35849613702953067842008-04-21T21:51:00.000+01:002008-04-21T21:51:00.000+01:00If the loo is empty I use it too. Actually I'm not...If the loo is empty I use it too. Actually I'm not scared on being told off by a genuinely disabled person when I come out as much as I am by a busy-body, so I always "speed wee".<BR/>The fair sounded horrible. Horrible but worthwhile?Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05443153003836499323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-64368751526082975222008-04-21T20:46:00.000+01:002008-04-21T20:46:00.000+01:00gosh, it's not a walk in the park finding fame is ...gosh, it's not a walk in the park finding fame is it? I hope you wore those lovely red shoes pictured on the US version of your book...or did you go in the wellies, like going in character? Maybe you'll need lots more coffee to survive the ordeal...but then that will make you need a wee. Did you ever see that Japanese creation for female urinals? Like a cup shaped as a cone which attached to a long pipe which presumably attached to the soil pipe...the cone was placed... know what? I'm going to spare you the details<BR/>PigxPig in the Kitchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10631525119816074013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-66959012907869143342008-04-21T17:22:00.000+01:002008-04-21T17:22:00.000+01:00If you were desperate for a wee, you could be cons...If you were desperate for a wee, you could be considered disabled and would therefore qualify.Semaj Mahgihhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525082702330365464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-22311626881204947122008-04-21T15:29:00.000+01:002008-04-21T15:29:00.000+01:00Hi, I'm writing a feature for a national broadshee...Hi, I'm writing a feature for a national broadsheet on the boom in blogging mums. I love your blog and wondered if you would be interested in talking to me. tamsink@blueyonder.co.ukmum's the wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999229949481011272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-65868972901003010062008-04-20T16:51:00.000+01:002008-04-20T16:51:00.000+01:00Hmm, I have obviously been in the States too long ...Hmm, I have obviously been in the States too long as it seems ridiculous to ignore the diabled loo if it's empty. If you have a small child with you, the other cubicles are often so small that the disabled loo is the only option.Expatmumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-55552689734839384042008-04-20T12:48:00.000+01:002008-04-20T12:48:00.000+01:00Tee hee. I apply the logic that if there isn't any...Tee hee. I apply the logic that if there isn't anybody waiting for the disabled loo, then what's wrong with using it? Though when I used the same logic to nip into the pharmacist's here in France for 30 seconds (aching head, sore throat, desperate for paracetamol etc.) an irate elderly gentleman on the pavement told me it isn't the time that counts, but "LA MORALE". gulpSusannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09339634094013131252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-78662591256826577582008-04-20T11:37:00.000+01:002008-04-20T11:37:00.000+01:00I couldn't face going, the appointment system seem...I couldn't face going, the appointment system seemed too frantic for words, with book companies desperate to sell me three lorry loads of books. I stayed at home with my piglets and a cup of tea, oh and my gorgeous children and husband, of course!Frog in the Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09990222544828204911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-11596002558069820802008-04-19T19:49:00.000+01:002008-04-19T19:49:00.000+01:00I'm jealous, I really wanted to go. We were in Lon...I'm jealous, I really wanted to go. We were in London the weekend before so we were travelling home while everyone else was arriving. We really planned that badly. Maybe next year!Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08388231781998550088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-25142370346140943582008-04-19T12:47:00.000+01:002008-04-19T12:47:00.000+01:00I went to one of these, just once, with a partner-...I went to one of these, just once, with a partner-in-crime, when we were hoping to get a book concept accepted by someone (anyone!). I remember wearing that "writer" label and being completely ignored! It was a thoroughly terrifying experience, and I remember the frenetic atmosphere. You are at least on the good end of it - and I'm sure it will all be fine. M xxA Mother's Place is in the Wronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12383766405951386903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-32369217803206061242008-04-19T08:41:00.000+01:002008-04-19T08:41:00.000+01:00I was in a lift at the Book Fair and an editor (wh...I was in a lift at the Book Fair and an editor (who just happens to be the scariest woman on the planet)leaned in to read my badge. <BR/>If she had spoken I would probably have keeled over.<BR/><BR/>One message I kept getting was that more authors should attend especially as members of the Society of Authors can go free.barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731256650248669790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-28350920165408131332008-04-18T23:14:00.000+01:002008-04-18T23:14:00.000+01:00Quite ruthless?! I'd go with VERY!girlinthemask xQuite ruthless?! I'd go with VERY!<BR/><BR/>girlinthemask xgirl with the maskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12483166722690608208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-79700898013026001362008-04-18T23:08:00.000+01:002008-04-18T23:08:00.000+01:00It always seems so daft, that a queue will form at...It always seems so daft, that a queue will form at the ladies' toilets, when the door to the disabled facilities stands open, the cubicle empty.<BR/>Like, what's the worst thing that can happen?<BR/>You open the door, relieved and happier, to the outside world, to find a person, sat in a wheelchair, in a puddle of their own pee, crying with embarrassment, surrounded by members of your family, and the world's press, all looking at you, like you did something BAD?<BR/>I've used the blokes' before.<BR/>And there wasn't even a queue...<BR/>I jest.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18288304750380000477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-3736784806149188952008-04-18T21:31:00.000+01:002008-04-18T21:31:00.000+01:00Using the disabled loo's - so desperate for a wee....Using the disabled loo's - so desperate for a wee. I was working at the NEC at the Clothes Show one year, many more women were then than men so the queues for the ladies was miles long.<BR/><BR/>Eventually those desperate enough went to the gents, which was an amusing experience in itself.<BR/><BR/>Well, the French do it, don't they?Swearing Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07277450057243928790noreply@blogger.com