Lady Richard's snazzy chiz and bizz

I should be creating tasty and nutritious lunch boxes, but the truth is I can't be arsed. They can have cheese and crackers (again). Sometimes, being a good mother just takes a teensy bit too much effort. Anyway, what's wrong with cheese and crackers (or 'chiz and bizz' as my Dad always used to call it? He also used to call things 'snazzy' - probably still does - and that's a word you hardly ever hear any more, more's the pity. I think I might start a campaign to bring back all those old words out of retirement. When I have coffee with Lady Richards on Friday, I shall say, "Why, Lady Richards, that's a really snazzy frock you've got on. Fancy some chiz and bizz to go with your coffee?" Yes, we've got some more important people out here this week. Even more important than the last lot, and they were Very Important. Who is it, you ask? Only the chief of the blooming general staff! Oho, yes. And I'm having coffee with his missus. Well, not just me, me and about sixty other trailing spouses with nothing better to do on a Friday morning at ten. Actually I could have something better to do, but I'm not really allowed to - as I missed the last coffee with Lady Richards, because I was in the spa that morning, it would seem a bit rude not to turn up this time either. Anyway, can't possibly miss asking her where she purchased her snazzy frock or blouse. Yes, blouse is another one of those words, isn't it? Hmm, this has turned into quite a lengthy aside, and I can''t remember what I was going to tell you about in the first place...)
Right. Yes. What's been going on?
Son has been quite sensitive. He was in tears on the way home from school the other day. When I asked him why he said that two girls were being nasty to him. I delved further, thinking that maybe I'd have to investigate the school's anti-bullying policy. He said that they'd been chasing him and trying to pour 'love potion' on him, only it wasn't real love potion, just an old perfume bottle. I tried to explain that being chased after by two girls and a bottle of love potion isn't necessarily a bad thing, but he didn't seem convinced. It'll be a different story in ten years time...
Then, on Sunday, we watched 'Curse of the Were Rabbit' as our Sunday afternoon family film. That night, I had to sleep on the floor next to Son's bed, as he kept having nightmares about were rabbits.
I think he has inherited all the sensitivity in the family, as the Twins are as tough as old boots and never seem to get upset about anything (except who is wearing the Snow White dress).
Hubby is back off trek and into work with a vengeance. He's been coming home at lunch times and telling me various work/management issues. I nod sagely and offer pertinent feedback. I don't know why he tells me. The last time I worked in an office was in 1996, and then I was an underpaid gopher. What do I know about engineering management? I can't even manage the household staff as I get him to do all the scary telling-off type stuff. I can't even fire people properly. The first driver didn't know he'd been sacked until he turned up for work and there was another bloke there, and the second one didn't believe I'd actually sacked him and went running to Hubby who promptly gave him an extra weeks' salary to get him to go away (Hubby will say this is unfair, but I have shortened both stories for the sake of brevity). So the point is, I'm not really qualified to give Hubby any advice whatsoever, about anything remotely work-related.
Wonder if Lady Richards advises Gen Richards?
Him: I really don't know what to do about the military overspend?
Her: When I'm concerned about cash, I wait for the sales and bung it all on the credit card
Him: Well, that sounds like a topping idea. By the way, that's a jolly snazzy frock you're wearing darling.
Her: Thanks, I bought it in the sales, on the credit card
Him: And what about the Afghanistan issue?
Her: Hmmm, that's a bit more tricky. I always feel that military opps in Afghan are a bit like shopping in Ikea. I mean, once you go in, you know it will take yonks to find a way out again, and that you'll end up spending way more than you meant to. So, what I mean is, you should never go into Ikea thinking that you'll spend under a tenner and be out in five minutes.
Him: Good point, well made - I'll mention that to Gordon. Incidentally trendy slacks!
Her: Thank you darling. I got them to match my snazzy blouse.
Him: Well, all that chatting has made me hungry. Any chance of some chiz and bizz?