Thread 8 - TalkLair: “Brewing Russell's teapot”

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Continuation of previous threads (thread 7).

The new lair of JTT escapees is all cosy and homey; we have truly settled here. Outside, the garden is blooming with spring flowers. Inside, the hearth is glowing, pictures are up on the walls, rugs are down on the floors (and assorted pets curled up on them).

We just won’t mention the gnawed bones of our prey over there in the corner of the cave…

Britinme · Today 11:59

If anybody remembers MarianHaste from the old place, she runs an excellent coffee, soup, cake and sandwich shop in Whitby called Beckett's, in Skinner Street.

Ah, too late! I went into Whitby itself yesterday afternoon and it was rammed. There's a Soul & scooter festival on there.

I remember MarionHaste, such a great username. Also liked the names HelenDamnation and HelenaHandbasket.

As some of you may know, I moderate the QI talk forums, where we currently have a thread called Turf Wars About TERF. A guy on there (not a bad person - I've met him - but a person who clearly hasn't thought about this much from a woman's perspective) is trying to persuade me that as it's only legal for somebody with a GRC to enter spaces designated for women, my concerns are clearly exaggerated. Aaargh!

I might add that this thread is only OK because I happen to be the moderator and I allow it!

I love my Saturday mornings at home and partly for reasons that would have made me laugh at myself even a few years ago. Saturday morning is the time for chores! It's also when I listen to the most music as I do the chores, then nine times out of ten my friend Snoop pops around after table tennis and we have lunch and talk and laugh about anything and everything. Today she'd found a couple of bistro chairs for me. We managed to unfold one but were incapable of doing the other for ages which had us in hysterics because we are both the most cack-handed people I know and one of the many reasons I love Snoop is because she is more cack-handed than me. Seriously a lot more cack-handed than me. I'm delighted that I now have a rusty bistro table and lovely bistro chairs on my terrace and can sit outside to eat or read or write or ... it all makes me so happy.

Currently watching Wham! on Netflix and it's really good. I went to see them live about a million years ago and they were fantastic. It always makes me laugh, though, that people ever thought lovely George Michael was straight. I had a big old crush on Andrew Ridgely.

That sounds lovely, Mouse - Bistro chair and table set on the terrace. You can lounge there with a book, sipping coffee and Pernod.

It's really nice here today, sunny with white clouds and a bearable 19°. I'm hoping that me and the girl will walk to Tynemouth Market - she's just agreed. We both need some exercise.

I was out with the dog earlier and there was an old man, on a bike, resting against some railings. As she went past, he decided to pull away and he ran into her and fell off. Boy, was he grumpy about it! A lady running turned out to be a doctor and helped check him over.

He said, "Your dog ran me over!" Afterwards, the doctor confirmed that it was basically his own fault, as he didn't look. Dog seems OK.

Glad the dog is okay, Sinner. We are making new doggy friends every day here - suddenly the village is inundated with well-socialised dogs, and for some reason Mr G is a dog-magnet. When they've had a thorough fuss from him, they move on to me. It's lovely!

Here's a useful thread: https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/4844980-not-sure-who-needs-to-read-this-but?page=1

I love dog bothering. Sometimes dogs look at me from across the street in an "I like you, we need to meet and you need to tell me how lovely I am." sort of way. I mean, they're probably not. They probably just notice me, I notice them and then eye contact leads to the mad dog lady crossing the road to me a new dog friend.

Another lovely day in Worthing although something untoward happened. I bought a cheap cardigan in H&M. I went through self-checkout because it was rammed but there was a shop assistant assisting. All was good. I headed toward the exit with earpods turned back on listening to a podcast. Then I went to Waitrose, there was beeping as I went in and as I came out again. I thought it was odd but went about my day. Then to a Tesco Express because The Sunday Times had been sold out in the 'Trose. Again with the beeping. I wondered what I had in my trolley that was causing it but no one followed me out to try to apprehend me and I knew I hadn't stolen anything I thought it was just one of those things. Got home. Unpacked grocery shopping. Took my cardigan out and thought about trying it on. The security thing was still on it. I don't know what they're called, but a big heavy circular thing. Back to H&M tomorrow it is then. I'll probably beep as I enter the store.

That’s happened to me before, @MouseMinge. I think it might have actually been H&M as well. I was surprised I wasn’t challenged, maybe I should give shoplifting a try.

I'm surprised too, @CyanCrystalViolet . The thing is I don't remember hearing the "shoplifter!" Thing going off when I left H&M because I'm sure if I had I'd have walked back in knowing what it was. Going in and out of supermarkets the noise just seemed odd. Anyway! I'm back off there once I've been terribly middle class and listened to the Archers wishing that they'd introduce a house fire plot where three, or possibly four, characters were killed off in one fell swoop.

I have been badly let down by males today. Lodger - at work all day - needed me to be here between 13.00 and 14.00 to have his phone collected and then again between 15.00 and 16.00 for an Argos delivery - no problem, I can work around that for my dog walk. Also ORDERED to go to the shop for baccy by macman - also at work all day - so at 11.45 I was ready to go to, took the compost bin down to the bottom of the garden… and Badger fucking well disappeared, and didn’t return until it was too late to get the shop and back before 13.00.

Then the Argos men turned up at 12.30 and the phone collector hasn’t turned up at all, I’ve had no baccy all fucking day and am getting like Nadia in Big fucking Brother 5, and Dottie still needs a fucking walk even if Badger fucking doesn’t (and he still fucking does anyway).

But gosh, I feel a bit better for having vented.

Oh dear, you'll have to organise yourself and keep an emergency 1/2 oz of baccy!

I've had the beeping when leaving shops a few times. Recently, I was going out of Morrisons and the alarm went, so I ambled back in. The security guard didn't even want to look, he said, "It won't be you, thieves don't come back for a check," and off I went.

As I beeped again, I showed him a bottle of whisky and he said to get the tag off at the lottery counter.

I went to my doctor this morning and he took my blood pressure several time and it's a bit high, but nowhere near as high as Saturday. He told me to monitor it, morning and evening, for a week and that he wasn't going to put me on tablets. I said that I was pretty dehydrated, from the run down there and he said that that may have had something to do with it.

I've started a low carbohydrate diet and been out for a 6 mile cycle...

Well thank fuck for that, phone collector has been and my chores may continue. Actually, my kitchen is sparkling (relatively speaking) with irritated displacement cleaning, so there’s that.

irritated displacement cleaning

In this house we call that a Cleaning Frenzy.

Hope you get your baccy soon, agree with Sinner on keeping some extra in.

I usually have a nearly empty packet in the glove box of my car, but had already raided that last night.

Good news: I now have Frazzles as well as baccy. Fucking yum. I have on occasion felt that eating a real bacon sandwich is very much second-best to eating a packet of Frazzles. In the petrol station I always stopped at for a newspaper on my way to work, I was known as “The Frazzle Lady”, as in “Oh, Claire said to tell the Frazzle lady you forgot to pay for your fuel yesterday morning”.

When I lived a 5-minute walk from the nearest shop I never ran out of anything!

I've booked the dental appointment (19th) to have this tooth out and am now terrifying myself by wondering if the tooth will come out without too much struggle or if it'll have to turn into a surgical extraction because of the curved root. Last time was a nightmare, with the dentist holding my jaw very firmly whilst wrenching about at the tooth, with all the associated cracking sounds. Really want this out of the way.

Ouch, Tricy. Can you get sedation?

@SinnerBoy you take care of yourself.

What state is your gum in? Mine was pretty manky and she lifted the tooth out with no struggle - I didn't realise she'd done it until she told me a few minutes later (I had lots of pain-numbing injections, because of the tooth cleaning).

I hope yours is as easy.

I had a surgical extraction of an impacted bottom wisdom tooth with, according to the surgeon, roots shaped like a banana. It was... an interesting experience. I put off having the other one extracted for years thinking it would be another 2.5 hour ordeal, but finally bit the bullet as I kept getting infections. It was over within seconds and I didn't feel a thing. The first thing I said was, 'Is it out?'. So in my experience it really varied from tooth to tooth, hopefully yours won't be any bother.

At the age of 19 I had surgical extractions of all four wisdom teeth AT THE SAME TIME, but in hospital, under general anaesthetic. I looked like a hamster for a couple of weeks and chiefly remember that the first meal I was given was undercooked rice, overcooked mince, and stringy stewed celery - all designed to tangle with the stitches. Also that the consultant did ward rounds in a blue-striped butcher's apron.

But try not to fret, Tricy, things have moved on in 50 years. A couple of years back I had a complicated top back tooth (upper left 7, for jargon fans!) extracted by my dentist and it was done painlessly, in a flash. He rather unwillingly showed me the debris, at my insistence, and the roots were intertwined and had come out in two pieces. He obviously knew this from the x-rays beforehand and wouldn't have attempted it if he hadn't been confident.

I wanted to keep the last wisdom tooth but she threw it straight in the bin, shoved a gauze so far into my mouth I gagged and then ushered me out the door. I couldn’t fault her dentistry but her chair-side manner left a lot to be desired.

I had a surgical extraction in my teens. I had a lot of extra teeth and some of them were hidden in my gums. This was back in the olden days when you got to stay in hospital for three days for easy shit like that.

I got the buzzy thing taken off my cardigan. They didn't even want to see the receipt! I may well take up shoplifting after this experience.

Obviously, I won't.