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The Bluestocking Pub, where we continue to read about gerbils nobly and bravely working undercover in the Fen.

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AsWithGlad · 20/08/2026 15:44

Welcome to The Bluestocking, the best (perhaps only) online women's pub. Nothing in the food or drink can harm you, everything is served by a very enthusiastic crew of gerbils, who enjoy doing this, and any curious menfolk are welcome at the Staunch Ally down the road.

Previous thread: https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5564959-the-bluestocking-womens-pub-in-which-we-wait-excitedly-for-the-next-instalment-of-goseis-adventures

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Chersfrozenface · 28/08/2026 17:12

I have been absent for some time - travels to foreign parts and That London and a stinking cold are my excuses.

I am now in tractor country and to prove it, periodicals in the local shop. Even the cider is agricultural vehicle themed.

(You will note that one magazine calls itself "The Cult Magazine for the farming community". Oh, I say!)

The Bluestocking Pub, where we continue to read about gerbils nobly and bravely working undercover in the Fen.
The Bluestocking Pub, where we continue to read about gerbils nobly and bravely working undercover in the Fen.
MyrtleLion · 28/08/2026 18:05

Gosie's coming!

MyrtleLion · 28/08/2026 18:07

33. Stamp 23

In which the gerbils give their findings…

Graphic took off her coat before she did anything else. Then she reached into the pocket of her pinafore, took out a folded square of paper, and opened it as she crossed the room. She held it up against the wall, next to the Ely enlargement Glossy had pinned there back in the summer and lined the two up at the same height. The curve on her drawing rose and rounded over and ran off in the same short tail as the one on the print, and the three diagonal lines crossed it at the same angle.

Gimbal came and looked at it. She put her nose close to the drawing, then close to the print, then close to the drawing again.

“That’s the same as stamp 23,” she said.

Gasket had the ordinary teapot half off the shelf, one paw still on it, listening.

“Start from the beginning,” said @AngleofRepose. She had her notebook open and her pencil poised on the page. “Graphic, how did you find it?”

“It was on the perimeter lead,” said Graphic. “The wide strips round the outside edge of the panel. Fenella Burnish put me on those after lunch.” She kept the drawing against the wall, so nobody had to stop looking at it. “It was on the outside face of the lead. Everything I’d drawn all week was on the inside, down in the channel where the glass sits, because that’s where a glazier strikes her mark. This was on the outside, where you’d never put a maker’s mark, and I had my mouth open about to ask Fenella whether she even wanted it copied.”

“But you didn’t ask her?” asked Angle.

“No. Because I looked at it properly and I knew it was the old symbol.” Graphic glanced at the enlargement beside her drawing, then back at the room. “So, I drew it, and I checked the drawing, and nobody at the workshop was looking at me while I did it. And then I folded that drawing up small and put it in my pocket.” She said the next part without hurrying it. “Then I took a clean sheet and drew the same mark again, and gave it the same number, and put that one on the pile with all the others, so the pile would be right, and nothing would look missing. I haven’t told Fenella. I haven’t told anyone until now.”

Angle wrote in her notebook and then turned towards Gimbal. “The stamp,” she said. “Tell me from the start.”

“Compartment 23 was empty all morning,” said Gimbal. “Well. It wasn’t empty, it had the wrong stamp sitting in it, so it was worse than empty, because the box tells you where a thing should be and then the thing isn’t there.” She frowned at the memory of it. “I followed the chain round. Every stamp I lifted out sent me on to another compartment, and none of them was 23, all morning and half the afternoon. Then at half past three the right one came up out of compartment 130.”

“And the die?”

“It’s that.” Gimbal nodded at the two curves on the wall. “It’s the same. The curve, and the little tail, and the three lines. I turned it over and looked at it long enough to be sure, the way you told me. Then I cleaned it, and I put it back in 23 where it was supposed to have been all along, and I found the next stamp in the wrong place and went on with the chain.”

“How many did you get through?” asked Gadget, who had drifted over from the other table.

“I lost the count twice and started it again both times,” said Gimbal, “so I couldn’t tell you a number, but it was a lot.”

Gasket had the kettle on before anyone noticed she'd been listening instead of pouring.

“Griffin,” said Angle.

Griffin still had her coat on and made no move to take it off. “Edith said Gimbal was sorting the stamp box and asked if she could find stamp 23 and tell us what its die showed. So, 23 was the number in my head.”

“And did you find it?” asked Angle.

“There’s a tab on the workshop laptop I’d never opened. It’s called Stamps,” Griffin said. “It’s a list. One row for every stamp, numbered one to two hundred, four columns across. Number, then Die, then Date, then Title. Most of the rows have next to nothing in them. Number four just says fleur-de-lis. Number sixty-one says crown, small. Half of them have no date and no title at all.”

“And 23?”

Griffin said it the way she’d seen it on the screen. “Number: 23. Die: curve and lines. Date: 1293. Title.” She left a small space. “Reconstruction.”

Angle wrote it into the notebook under the other two lines. Number 23. Curve and lines. 1293. Then the last word on its own, and she sat and looked at the four of them together on the page for a moment before she spoke.

“This doesn’t tell us very much. We really need the password to get into the manifest details.” Angle sighed as Gasket set down a mug of tea without a word. “And we have no idea what it could be.”

@Hedgehogforshort looked at Gosie across the room, and Gosie nodded. They both took their tea to a quiet table at the back.

“Reconstruction,” said Hedgehog.

“Yes,” said Gosie.

“We don’t have proof that it was the Reconstructionists who kidnapped you from the Hoe and put you under Drake’s Island.”

Gosie said, “No, but they had really good fake police uniforms and a police car.”

“You’re right,” said Hedgehog. “And how likely is it that the smugglers on the Rustler had those kinds of resources? If that was the Reconstructionists, this is too.”

Gosie paused and then said, “So does that mean that Fenella Burnish is a Reconstructionist?”

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MyrtleLion · 28/08/2026 18:09

Posted too soon!!!

Here's the image.

The Bluestocking Pub, where we continue to read about gerbils nobly and bravely working undercover in the Fen.
Magpiecomplex · 28/08/2026 19:19

Not used to this working all week lark, glad there's a bank holiday on Monday.

Anyone seen the hot chocolate bowser today? Get the gerbils to bring it to my room please.

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ChristmasStars · 28/08/2026 21:12

MyrtleLion · 28/08/2026 18:09

Posted too soon!!!

Here's the image.

Love this photo

Edited to change photo to picture but I'd rather think of it as a photo!

MarieDeGournay · 28/08/2026 21:40

ChristmasStars · 28/08/2026 21:12

Love this photo

Edited to change photo to picture but I'd rather think of it as a photo!

Edited

I know exactly what you mean, the images are so detailed that the gerbils feel real - Gosie looks quite agitated and maybe worried, and I felt a twinge of concern for her... then my rational brain re-asserted itself😃

The latest episodes have been really gripping, Myrtle!

Hello and welcome back Cher, I hope the cold gets better soon. A few swigs of that thur Red Diesel would probably helpWink

Do you [ye] in Tractor Country, UK, have the expression 'Now you're suckin' diesel!' for 'Now we're motoring' or something similar, meaning now we've got some momentum?

EdithStourton · 28/08/2026 22:13

Hare Valley this afternoon. As Brains, Batshit and I walked down the drift, the field to our left was being harrowed, with the noisy rattle and clank of machinery over dry soil. This was chucking up a fine cloud of dust, which was being blown away uphill. I thought this would mean that the wind would be blowing across the meadows at the bottom, other than the inevitable jinks and swirls caused by trees and hedges and the general lie of the land.

Of course, I was wrong. The wind spent most of the time gusting from behind us, so any sensible animal was going to wind us from miles away. And the jinking amd swirling meant that there was no way of unobtrusively working along the edge before coming out into the middle of the grass and working back up the wind. Our scent was going to be blown everywhere.

In any case, not only was there the John Deere making a din and kicking up dust, there was a Massey by the stream, noisily engaged in a spot of ditching and verge cutting. The afternoons tally of the animals I normally keep track of was: no rabbits, no partridges, no pheasants, no muntjac, 1 buzzard (perhaps 2) and 2 hares (one very fast half-grown leveret, one large adult).

Both the hares were wired enough to just rise and run, no casual pauses to look back. I can only suppose that the racket of the machinery had unsettled them, and shaken the others out of their rural idyll. At least they have no shortages of places to go: an uncultivated field full of dry grass and dead dock, several wide conservation margins, and a newly-cut maize field all border the hay meadows.

The buzzard - we saw it twice, I think it was the same one - inspected us and flew away. I get the strong impression that buzzards don't like dogs, as they so often get up and fly away when the dogs are around. They don't mind cars - indeed, they sit on telegraph poles, seeming to optimistically eye the passing traffic, in the hope that one will helpfully splat an unwise young rabbit or straying pheasant poult. They don't mind horses or sheep, and will sit in the trees around their fields quite happily. But produce a dog, and they nope off out of there. The dogs can't be a threat, but maybe they're competition, and the buzzards can't be bothered with it.

We also saw a hen kestrel, who was causing much consternation amongst various other birds who flapped and squawked about the sky. She was entirely disinterested in them, and headed out onto the newly cultivated ground, maybe in search of worms. Do kestrels eat worms? I don't know, but buzzards do, so I wouldn't be surprised.

Despite the shortage of hares, we had a good walk, and I found a buzzard's flight feather.

And it's been raining, which is wonderful.

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EmpressaurusKitty · 28/08/2026 22:28

Kitty’s inspecting the new blanket. Once these cats have their heads I’m going to try doing two lines of cats facing each other.

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ChristmasStars · 29/08/2026 05:58

EmpressaurusKitty · 28/08/2026 22:28

Kitty’s inspecting the new blanket. Once these cats have their heads I’m going to try doing two lines of cats facing each other.

That's stunning!

AngleofRepose · 29/08/2026 10:18

Morning, all. It's been raining heavily here most of the morning so far. Feels like autumn is upon us. I have loads of cleaning to start, and putting away of summer things, but I can't move my neck without pain. I think I pulled a muscle taking my suitcase down from the rack on the train yesterday. When did I become an old lady who can't take down a bag from overhead without risking injury? <sigh> The cleaning will have to wait.

AngleofRepose · 29/08/2026 10:19

EmpressaurusKitty · 28/08/2026 22:28

Kitty’s inspecting the new blanket. Once these cats have their heads I’m going to try doing two lines of cats facing each other.

She really is inspecting it, isn't she? 😀These blankets you make are beautiful!

EmpressaurusKitty · 29/08/2026 11:14

She hasn’t decided to try sitting on it yet! Thanks @ChristmasStars & @AngleofRepose.

Angle, I’m sorry about your neck but glad you had a good time - hope it improves soon.

MarieDeGournay · 29/08/2026 12:06

Beautiful work, Kitty!
And Kitty is inspecting it very closely - I hope it gets its
Quality Control by Kitty
label😀

Sorry you've hurt your neck, Angle - I switched to under-seat/baggage rack/between seats for my luggage on trains a long time ago, even before I became an old lady - dodgy back.
I always mostly appreciated, but slightly resented the men saying 'Here, let me get that for you' - kind of them of course but who wants to be a helpless little female?😠

There's lots of time ahead to put away the summer things - in fact, I bet there'll be a spell of more warm/hot weather before it gets proper autumnal, and you may need them again!

I've noticed that there's not much use for spring clothes and autumn clothes these days, we seem to go straight from light clothes to woollies and fleeces and padded, and then vice versa.
I have a load of jackets that I never get a chance to wear - either too warm or not warm enough.

EmpressaurusKitty · 29/08/2026 12:15

If she sits on it that will be the ultimate sign of approval, Marie!

As far as I'm concerned, being 4ft11 has always been an excellent reason not to put my luggage overhead but I never have that much anyway.

ErrolTheDragon · 29/08/2026 13:21

I’ve never minded asking for help from a taller person with plane luggage compartments or top shelves at supermarkets - there’s nothing wrong with my height (5’1”), it’s the shelves etc which are the problem. Airline seats, OTOH, is where small women definitely win out (though one does have to be assertive about getting the armrest down and repelling manspreaders).

DeanElderberry · 29/08/2026 14:05

I pulled a muscle ten days ago by being assertively feminist at our women's history launch and trying to hook together the promotional banner by myself. It took a man to do it in the end. Not that I wasn't strong enough, I was just several inches too short. Or the banner was several inches too high.

I only remembered yesterday that wearing an elasticated support belt does hasten recovery (I wore one constantly during my oldie-caring years).

I have bought a new bed and hope that will be good for all the achy bits, but meantime am still on the sofa bed downstairs and moving furniture and crap round the bedroom in order to facilitate delivery.

And it's time for painkillers.

BTW, why is there never any point asking the residents of the Bluestocking aviary for help in that regard?

DeanElderberry · 29/08/2026 14:06

I don't know Dean, why there never any point asking the residents of the Bluestocking aviary for help in that regard?

DeanElderberry · 29/08/2026 14:06

Because the parrots ate 'em all!

Chickadeeinme · 29/08/2026 14:19

Ba-dum-tish! I sympathise with all those with aches and pains. Recently my hip joints have started complaining - not when walking, so far, but in bed when I lie on my side. Right side is a bit worse than left I think because my right leg is about half an inch shorter than my left since I broke my femur as a teenager. The doctor put me in traction because I was only 17 and he didn’t want to leave a big scar on my leg by pinning it, but in fact in the long term I wish he had because it didn’t set quite as it should, leading to the leg length difference and as I’m aging that has led to more problems than the scar would have. Also I gained weight during six weeks in bed that I’ve never managed to get rid of permanently so…

I probably wouldn’t have felt that way at the time though!

AngleofRepose · 29/08/2026 14:21

MarieDeGournay · 29/08/2026 12:06

Beautiful work, Kitty!
And Kitty is inspecting it very closely - I hope it gets its
Quality Control by Kitty
label😀

Sorry you've hurt your neck, Angle - I switched to under-seat/baggage rack/between seats for my luggage on trains a long time ago, even before I became an old lady - dodgy back.
I always mostly appreciated, but slightly resented the men saying 'Here, let me get that for you' - kind of them of course but who wants to be a helpless little female?😠

There's lots of time ahead to put away the summer things - in fact, I bet there'll be a spell of more warm/hot weather before it gets proper autumnal, and you may need them again!

I've noticed that there's not much use for spring clothes and autumn clothes these days, we seem to go straight from light clothes to woollies and fleeces and padded, and then vice versa.
I have a load of jackets that I never get a chance to wear - either too warm or not warm enough.

You're right, I'm sure, Marie. There is still plenty of time to prep for autumn and winter, I'm just feeling frustrated the way I always do when injury prevents me from doing the things I had planned. Perfect opportunity to do nothing this weekend, I guess! 😄

ps.Time for some more Nurofen!

ErrolTheDragon · 29/08/2026 14:22

👏👏 Deano

Ive got nothing worse at the moment than somewhat sore arms after a couple of hours wielding shears on Thursday. I don’t use them at home (no hedges). But unlike some forms of exertion at least it’s nicely symmetrical and I should be a little bit stronger for it.

EmpressaurusKitty · 29/08/2026 15:26

ErrolTheDragon · 29/08/2026 13:21

I’ve never minded asking for help from a taller person with plane luggage compartments or top shelves at supermarkets - there’s nothing wrong with my height (5’1”), it’s the shelves etc which are the problem. Airline seats, OTOH, is where small women definitely win out (though one does have to be assertive about getting the armrest down and repelling manspreaders).

Absolutely. I’ll also walk round a supermarket until I find a stool, then take it to wherever I want to get stuff from.

Last time I did that I wanted to get several high up things down & compare them, so when a staff member objected it simply meant that he had to get them down instead, wait until I’d decided & put the rest back.

MyrtleLion · 29/08/2026 17:35

Gosie is next.

MyrtleLion · 29/08/2026 17:40

34. Revelations from Liverpool Cathedral

In which nobody jumps the queue...

Before Gosie and @Hedgehogforshort could continue their converesation, @ErrolTheDragon came barrelling into the yard and stopped at the Bluestocking door. She filled the yard and a certain amount of the lane beyond it. Gospel, Gossip and Gray climbed down and entered the pub with the film canisters, the road dust visible on all three of them and on Errol up as far as anyone could see.

Just as they were about to knock on the darkroom door, Glossy emerged, holding several prints. She placed them carefully on the table and turned towards Gospel.

“The last of Liverpool,” said Gospel, and the canisters went into Glossy’s paws.

“We found 21 marks,” said Errol, from the door, her voice making the glasses ring. “It is all one job. The new film should go in with the rest of the Liverpool film and be developed together.”

“In order of arrival,” said Glossy.

“NO EXCEPTIONS,” said every gerbil in unison, without any of them looking up from what she was doing.

Errol looked down at the gerbils, then drew her head in and said that in that case the order of arrival would do very nicely.

Glossy wrote a number on each canister. Then she turned to the room and said, without being asked, “Glasgow is done.” She picked up the enlarged prints from the table and pinned them up at the beginning of a new row on the wall, the circle and the three lines in the leading under Eve. “Liverpool is three rolls. Two are developed. The third is in the tank now. After Liverpool comes Cumbrae, two rolls. After Cumbrae, Truro, one roll. Then these two.” She said it in the same voice she used for the opening hours, went in, and closed the door.

@AngleofRepose wrote it into the notebook in the order it was given and said, “There must be quite a story if you have 21 marks, what exactly did you find?”

@MarieDeGournay stood up. “No-one is being asked anything, and no-one is answering anything until they have eaten,” she said. “No exceptions.”

Nobody argued. The kitchen hatch opened and Gourmet’s voice came through it taking instructions from nobody, and three bowls of soup with bread, cheese and the good chutney went down the table to where Gospel, Gossip and Gray sat. A larger tray with a much larger bowl went out to Errol, along with the unlabelled jar of chutney because Errol was the only one who could eat it. Gasket brought the teapot, and a second teapot, and the tea was poured, and the three gerbils ate the way gerbils eat when they have been living out of a picnic basket, and the room let them do it in peace.

When the bowls were clean, Errol put her head back through the door.

“Liverpool Cathedral,” she said, “is the largest cathedral in Britain.”

“It was large enough for Errol to be inside,” said Gossip.

“I went inside. By the west door, and I stood in the middle and there was room above me. There was a great deal of room above me. I could have flown in it.”

“You did fly in it,” said Gray.

“Briefly,” said Errol.

“Did anybody notice you?” asked Girdle.

“Everybody noticed me. I am a dragon.”

“They assumed Errol was something to do with an exhibition at the cathedral,” said Gospel.

“The Natural History of Lancashire,” said Grisaille, from something written down, “records that the last dragon in England was seen in 1614.”

“Thank you, Grisaille,” said Hedgehog.

“Errol even fit inside the Lady Chapel,” said Gospel.

“There are windows on the staircase and at the rear atrium,” said Gossip. “Errol flew us up to the top of the staircase window, so we could check for marks.”

Gray continued, “There are 21 panels called the Noble Women windows, and the mark is on all of them.”

“Which mark?” asked Angle.

“The circle and the three lines, low in the leading, struck in. Every panel,” said Errol. “The last five were the ones we needed the extra film for.”

Gospel recited them in her reciting voice. “Kitty Wilkinson. Agnes Jones. Grace Darling. Elizabeth Fry. Anna Hinderer.”

“Grace Darling has a lighthouse in her glass,” said Gray. “But Kitty Wilkinson just has bricks.”

Angle wrote: Liverpool. Lady Chapel. Noble Women windows. 21 panels. Margrave’s Mark on all 21.

“Twenty-one in one building,” said @PastaAllaNorma, who had come over to look at the notebook. “Everywhere else it’s been one.”

“It was a long week,” said Errol.

The darkroom door opened, and Glossy came out with the first of the Liverpool prints and laid them along the big table, panel by panel, in the order the film had gone through the camera. Everyone got up and moved along the row the way people move along pictures in a gallery. The circle and the three lines, again and again, low in the leading, one panel after another.

Then Glossy set down the last print of the second roll, and stood back from it, waiting.

The Margrave’s mark was at the bottom of the Josephine Butler panel, enlarged on the good paper. It was on the leading in exactly the same place as it was on all the others. But this mark was off true, and clear of the circle’s lower edge, ran a short tail trailing off to the right.

Angle looked from the print to where Graphic’s drawing was pinned beside the Ely enlargement, then back to the print.

“Both marks in one photograph,” she said. “The Margrave’s mark off true, the same as Norwich. But we can definitely see it was struck over the old symbol.”

https://myrtlelion.substack.com/p/34-revelations-from-liverpool-cathedral

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