Bluestocking - the second leg

[ErrolTheDragon]

The original premises are getting crowded, we need to expand.

Welcome all women, and well behaved animals.

No it's not!
I've seen you lot prinking and preening and showing off loudly on local rooftops in the spring.

And the morning seagull alarm has just gone off. I was awake anyway...

Ah yeah, I'd forgot about that. Ur jus jealous cos we do noisy shags, not so noisy as a real shag obvx

I think I'll start today off with a full cooked breakfast and a cup of builders strength tea. Then I may go for a walk down the corridor that's just to the left of the kitchen. There's a huge sign that says DANGER DO NOT ENTER RENOVATION WORKS IN PROGRESS which isn't tempting me in the slightest!

@Steventheseagull loving the bird-related pun. I always suspected that seagulls had a sense of humour.

I've got another sourdough starter going after the last one went wrong. You might all get lovely fresh bread eventually.

Talking of shags, my favourite childhood poem ( and I knew a lot- my family did poetry!)

The common cormorant or shag
Lays eggs inside a paper bag
The reason you will see no doubt
It is to keep the lightning out
But what these unobservant birds
Have never noticed is that herds
Of wandering bears may come with buns
And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.

Gulls are modest creatures compared to the woodpigeons though, the top of the arbour seems to be their preferred location.

I fancy some themed experiences examples include

• The French Workers Brasserie for those who want a brandy much earlier than is socially acceptable (me today with lots of work to do)
• The Yard Arm for the pre lunch time starters
• What about the Digestif Diners club to get the evening started at tea time

I'm up for the Yard Arm later on.

As for quality classic poetry:
There are holes in the sky where the rain comes in
The holes are small, that's why rain is thin

Ah, Milligan <throws self into armchair, which slides back two inches>

Sorry cat.

What's the name of that scouse poet?

I wish I was a crotchet
I'd sing and dance and and play
Amongst the dotted minims
All the live-long day

McGough! Roger McGough

Ugh! Woodpigeon mating is so noisy! We get them round here & at the first flap you know what they're up to. No shame at all.

Love the LIverpool poets. I still say 'discretion is the better part of Valerie' though people probably think I'm just stupid.😂And when I get fish & chips I think of the priest one:

VINEGAR
Sometimes
I feel like a priest
In a fish and chip queue
Quietly thinking
As the vinegar runs through
How nice it would be
To buy supper for two

What's the RM poem about people walking across the street in different ways? I heard him speak it on the radio & it was a work/ performance of genius.

@MarieDeGournay

"Those are castors, not wheels" (post at 11;35 today here.)

That is true.

Does that matter, or does that display double pedantry so, like "not not", it cancels itself out?

I'm another who always thinks of discretion is the better part of Valerie, though all of her is nice, if I hear discretion. I love Summer with Monica and have been known to randomly quote chunks.

Ooh r U calling modest? I'm like the Ru Paul of Laridae

Love it! Have you done any of cats?

Never mind, just seen them!

Name changed from midnightfumble in honour of every woman cheated out of a medal or a team place.

I'd like a mug of tea and toast with honey please. Do we still have the BlueStocking bee hives out back? I'll be in the radicalisation reading nook.

Nice name change, xx

I've just been up to the meadow at the top of Peak Woo, had a bit of a shout then, because it was lovely and breezy, spent a couple of hours flying a kite. Sorry to Steve if it was you I buzzed, I haven't quite got the hang of the stunt kite. Anyway, I've just taken the zipwire down (the funicular railway looks about finished) and there's time for a read, a quokka cuddle and a drink before the gravy bowsers arrive for the evening roast, lamb this time I think.

Roast lamb, eh? Ooh, I'm in!

Not sure women who want sanctuary want to think about cooking but I rather like these mash-ups...

I tried to make an image of a woman swimming in gravy but I got this.😂

What's that thing about, "I just spilled gravy down me front - or foreplay, as it's known oop North."

She's allowed to swim in mint sauce, though I doubt it would look like this.

For those who requested something more true to life, I thought this one might appeal.

She's going to dilute that gravy, and her wine, unless she's looking longingly through aquarium glass, but that would be cruel and unnecessary.

Have you hacked my camera?👀

Ah, that last one is fab!