The Bluestocking, a unique location for daughters and sisters of earth, frost, feathers, fur, scales and spines

I agree with @AsWithGlad, I’d much rather Gosie didn’t feel she has to rush on our account. We know she’s very busy.

Gosie tried to send apologies by another patron earlier that she has been unable to update you all with her latest adventures today because the drama has continued. She suspects she may be busy tomorrow too.

She does hope that when it's a little less frantic, she will be ahead again and may supply two chapters in a day.

As you can see by the timestamp, it's been a long day and she needs some sleep.

Welcome @Notmybestusername. There is always room in the Bluestocking. It is a sort of mixture between L-space and a TARDIS. Your chai latte and slice will be provided at any moment. In the meantime, the gin of your dreams will be at your elbow just as soon as you ask.

For me it is Plymouth Dry Gin straight from the freezer with Fentiman's tonic but no choice is a bad choice.

Hi @EmpressaurusKitty. Better late than never so Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday Kitty!!

Any room (with or without a view) for a late comer?

I got stuck in roadworks at the Patri arch (it's a one way street, very narrow) it leads to the Old Dukes Arms they only sell Miso gin-y there, wouldn't recommend that knock off moonshine. They do have a house bitter if you ask. Dont. It's worse.

I will have a chai latte please with a dusting of cinnamon and a slice of something please Bar Gerbil.

And happy birthday to Kitty!

Happy birthday Kitty!

Just got back from the party. Excellent food provision!

I did three lads 😂…………and then some washing, or whilst doing the washing……..< rearranges quills>

<Lowers tone>
What the lads thought of the hedgehog is not recorded....

Happy birthday, Kitty!

Happy birthday Kitty - sounds like a very good day!

Happy birthday, Kitty. Glad you've had such an interesting and enjoyable birthday celebration.

Ooh happy birthday Kitty - just in time!

Well i have done three lads

😳

I can’t remember if I mentioned it but thanks Marie!

That sounds like a great day, Kitty - should I have known it was your birthday? I didn't catch up properly, so it may have been mentioned..
there's a chunk of it left, so there's still time to say: Happy Birthday Kitty!

Hedgey - that sounds like a contented day

Well i have done three lads of washing, cleaned my house and did some gardening.

upon return from the boat the grass was back to green and all my veg a flowers have rallied.

happy days.

I have had an entertaining & educational birthday.

Three of us went to a local arts festival & started by watching a local artist demonstrating a 100-year-old printing press which printed from linocuts designed by her mother - long before she had AI or graphic design programmes to help her. They were designed so that when used to make tiles, the patterns would match together on all four sides, and they were beautiful.

I bought a couple of prints for my flat, though not decided where to put them yet.

The last event we went to was about a local woman who was one of Florence Nightingale’s nurses, then became a journalist, then founded an order of nuns focused on caring for the poor. She was chosen to be commemorated in one of a set of stained glass windows in St Patrick’s Church in Soho (ears pricked up) and one of the speakers was the artist who designed the windows.

It took over 20 years for them to be made & installed, partly because of Crossrail, and the makers used a technique called ‘slumping’ which meant that there were 2 layers of glass so that if it was a dull day, the colours in the glass wouldn’t be affected.

I’m going to go & have a look next time I’m in the area.

It's alright, Marie, dear.
I was born in about 1380, so I'm about 646, and there I was riding a camel a few posts back.

I've caught up with the latest Gosie episode, and I see I'm scheduled to go to Paris when I've sorted out the business in Lincolnshire - I think I'm getting to the bottom of it, so I should be free to pop over to my birthplace soon.

Although I'm called 'de Gournay', the family name is actually Le Jars. I was born in Paris, we moved to Gournay when I was about 12 and that's where we got our posh-sounding name from.
I didn't enjoy being stuck in the sticks, but at least we had a good library so I taught myself Latin and Greek and studied the classics, and became a totes fangirl for the works of Michel de Montaigne, who of course I later met and became friends with, lucky me.
When my mother - who never approved of my bookishness, and my lack of interest in clothes and boys - passed away, I was out of rural Normandy like a bat out of hell, and joined my brother in Paris. I got a place of my own, started writing and making a [sort of] living out of it, which was pretty much unheard of for a woman back then.
The rest is history! And literature! And political philosophy! and feminism!

So I look forward to going back. I'd love to have any of the gerbils with me, but perhaps Gendarme would be a good travelling companion for me - I have to face up to the fact that I'm not as young as I used to be. so having a brave little trained bodyguard gerbil would be nice.

I refuse to let my age define me, but there's no getting around the fact that I am only a month off my 461st birthday, though everybody tells me I don't look a day
over 459

Go Gillian!
She's what you might call a.... strong personality.