The Bluestocking Arms Women's Pub, where women make friends with Beetles, Androids, Cakes, Dragons, Hedgehogs and other women, where wit and wisdom flourish

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Here at the Bluestocking there's a place for all women. A break from Reality, and many laughs and stories to share. Have your fill of Tunnocks bars and tea cakes, sing feminist anthems, drink as much beer or gin or hot chocolate as you desire. It won't make you fatter or drunken but oh, it's fun. Sit in the garden with our Lion resident or the Quokkas and Capybara. Express your opinions loudly in Pedantry Corner. Ask for whatever you fancy to be served by our obliging Gerbil staff. Come in, all women, welcome!

I don't think I could add anything to your exciting range of salad ingredients, Woley, and yours too Deano!

Obviously, from my Hymn of Praise to it upthread, chinese leaf is my basic, to which I had any other crunchy veg that's available!
I have to make a special trip to my nearest Tesco Ireland as they are the only people who stock it. Fortunately it stays fresh in the fridge for ages.

I suggested it to my local supermarket, they were very open and receptive and agreed to stock it, but when it turned up on the shelves and it was pak choi, which is something else entirely😠
Well [remembering i'm in the Bluestocking where somebody knows everything and everybody knows something..] not 'entirely' as they are both brassicas.

I can however share my salad dressing, which is low fat - a base of
0% yoghurt and a few spoonfuls of light mayo, and then a dash of something very flavoursome like ranch dressing or garlic mayo or - a favourite of mine - smokey onion mayo, just enough to impart its flavour.

Sometimes I add fresh chopped herbs, or paprika, or ras el hanout to the base. Yum.

It's also lovely as a dipping sauce, but it's a bit too runny to be honest, not oily enough to cling to the crudités😟

Where's the rest of his leg, @inkymoose?

I think he's morphed between Crow and Zoolander, but the morph is incomplete and the end of his leg is floating somewhere in a million atoms because the morphing zapper device ran out of battery at the last minute. Either that, or the crow morphed back into the crow instead of the end of his leg. Oops!

He's going to have a bit of a shock when he realises it's missing.

Rant away, Maggers.
Primary school aged children are SO much nicer (on average: there are of course exceptions).

My creamy dressing cheat is Greek yog (usually 0%), mayo if we have any, a dash of balsamic or raspberry vinegar and some finely grated Parmesan. DH has done one with ground up cashews instead of the mayo which was nice but a bit of the faff as we don’t have a small food mill and only a small pestle and mortar (no idea how come a pair of chemists don’t have a decent sized one really).

One of the micropigs is a bit deaf. Shall I send her over? She's totally nailed giving the appearance of listening. Top class understanding grunts.

Marie, I am with you on the fundamental difference between Park Choi and Chinese leaves.

A friend of mine makes an amazing salad that involves lentils and feta cheese - I should try and find the recipe. It is terribly healthy, but it tastes really good.

I'm very fond of a dead easy salad of tinned cannellini beans, well drained, mixed with finely chopped red onion and drowned tossed in a dressing of your choice.

My new mobile watchman is working very well, and updated the amount of oil with 97% accuracy when we had a delivery. Unfortunately, despite being called a mobile watchman, he still looks like a hockey puck and nothing at all like Aragorn, least of all Aragorn on horseback. 😞I am doomed to disappointment.

But he does talk nicely to my phone, so I suppose I should be grateful.

Perfect!

If they use male radiographers then a woman is going to have to be present as a chaperone. Which means either using the receptionist or another radiographer, doubling the numbers.

I had a mammogram last month in a unit in a supermarket car park. If I had got undressed and walked into the mammogram section and found a man, I would have walked straight out even if a chaperone was available. Changing room -> mammogram area -> changing room.

I have large norkage, and I know they would all be professional etc, and I know men are gynaecologists, obstetricians and midwives, and I had to show one breast to a male GP because it had gone septic (long story, antibiotics, long time ago and I'm fine). But it's the mashing the breast around, it's the being vulnerable and topless, it's the worry he might be thinking phwoar even for a millisecond.

After all this talk about salads, I made a salad with little gem lettuce, the last of this year's miner's lettuce, red onion, tiny bit of cucumber, boiled egg, smoked salmon, croutons made with stale seeded bread and a cesar salad dressing (definitely not low cal), oh and a generous sprinkling of capers.
All very nice.

It's very hands-on, a mammogram. I would much prefer to have a woman doing them, although that didn't protect me from the inappropriate comment when I had a lump many years ago. Female nurse hung around as the group of medical people were leaving the cubicle, looked at my exposed breasts and called them magnificent.

I couldn't teach primary school kids. Far too many bodily emissions to deal with. I've volunteered enough in primaries to know that primary school teachers should be paid their own bodyweight in gold.

I went to M&S and bought knickers and they gave me the members' 20% off. However, I had a little passenger.

I felt something behind my ear and used a claw to filch it out. Imagine my complete surprise when I discovered @Boiledbeetle had hitched a ride in my fur and then sadly ended up on the floor. I have no idea how she even knew which M&S I was going to!

I do hope she isn't lost on the upper floors of the store and can get home safely.

Help!

I'm locked in a M & S store! No idea where.

I settled down for a snooze earlier on a very realistic animal fur rug in the lounge at the pub and next I knew I was sitting concussed on the floor in the lingerie section of a random M&S.

Thought I'd do a bit of shopping whilst I was here but took too long deciding on which pack of knickers to get. Now I'm all alone and locked in.

Someone send a gerbil.

Sorry, Gwennifer isn't very proficient yet...

No rush. I found the food hall.

M&S teacakes are subpar compared to Tunnocks but they are adequate.

Also be careful Boiled. You may get caught up in the debugging M&S are doing at the moment. If they can't tell men from women, I wouldn't trust them to know that beetles aren't bugs.

Wouldn't be the first time I've been the face of a computer bug!

By about Y4 they can mostly blow their own noses without having to be told.

I see your point, but I much prefer taking clueless 16 year olds and turning them into productive members of society. I do hear more details of sex lives and illegal substance consumption than a primary school teacher would, I hope, but teenagers are generally fab.

Ooh! My cousin Barbara has her own thread!!

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/5325326-to-panic-about-what-the-hell-this-is-in-my-garden-pic-attached

Some people are being quite impolite about your cousin!

May I pop in for a libation? As my little one would say - “my mummy needs wine”. My elation has given way to rage at the reception the Ruling has been receiving. Ah’m scunnered.

On salads: my humble suggestion would be chopped anchovies. Alongside capers they liven up a salad no end, I find. But I am partial to salt, I admit.

Welcome, Shocked! There's a marvellous selection of wines here. Whatever you fancy, a gerbil will bring it to you in a flash (or rather most likely on a tray, in a glass). Please stay as long as you like. Conversation or no conversation, whatever you would like, it's here for your delectation