The Bluestocking Women’s Pub - The Return of Salad and the Lion

[MyrtleLion]

It’s been a while since I last saw everyone!

Welcome to everyone, regulars, lurkers, newly ventured in.

A place for women to discuss whatever takes their fancy, where the bar staff are attentive gerbils, Rosy the Red Panda is available for cuddles and all sweet things have no calories and all alcohol leaves the drinker slightly merry and hangover-free.

Previous thread is here:
https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5326705-the-bluestocking-womens-pub-where-brains-can-exist-in-a-single-state

(You can't see the one I just tried to do with you with a bandaged paw glaring at a sparkly bikini & a box marked 'To: John Lewis', as that was a content violation, apparently.)

Myrtle, you're so restful.

So very cute but I have a vague memory that feet-on-backwards is a Bad Thing

Thank goodness I don't get that! I'm still peeved that you can't choose a page number & go directly to it, once a thread gets too big.

I find Royal Mail pay-online-and-they-collect service very helpful, even though they are now charging 30p per parcel. I know I should use the local post office, lovely people, but I’d need a lift to get there. There is often a queue so I don’t think they are in danger of closing.

Evri collection, though, is rubbish. Is that what JL is making you use? I have learned never to arrange it for the next day, as they don’t turn up and it’s such a hassle having to ring M&S to rearrange collection. Last Sunday (after finally being able to get on to M&S online) I arranged collection of two parcels, one for Wednesday and, for an experiment, one for Monday. They are still in my hallway and have gone past their acceptable return date.

I think in the Indian subcontinent they're some sort of zombie ghost.

That's infuriating, Myrtle, and the hurty thumb puts the tin lid on it

Is 'puts the tin lid' a universally-used expression or is it local to me?
I mean that something like hurting your thumb can encapsulate all that is difficult about Life the Universe and Everything - you're just managing to scrape through on the 'coping' side of things and then 'Waaaaagh! my thumb! well that's the tin lid on it now!!!'

A team of gerbils is on its way with arnica and a small barrel of brandy tucked awkwardly under their chins - AI has tried and failed to illustrate that before, but the gerbils manage it just fine

I haven't noticed anything different with MN, MS Edge on a laptop.
Last week I noticed MN was freezing a lot, and that had happened prior to the offensive images attack it experienced a while ago, so I wondered if it was under attack post-SC-ruling..

But it's OK for me this week, I hope your version of it settles down soon.

Good grief, it says that there are 10+ new posts since I started writing this😦

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Feet-on-backwards seriously bad, I don't think that's really a Bluestockinger at all. South American; some of the Capybaras might be able to help direct it back home.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curupira

Putting the tin lid on is definitely an expression I recognise, @MarieDeGournay

As do I, but I don’t think I’ve heard it for decades.

I don't think she's drowned, Cake, I just think whatever is in that mug is so damned good that she can't get enough of it, and her feet have temporarily turned through 180 by it.

I'll have what she's having

Thank you Cake, I thought Indian, even possibly in a Kipling ghost story, but all Google gave me was the South American one. In any case, it's something to be Aware Of.

It’s a cardigan! That’s the kind of woman I am.

i have never worn a bikini in my life. The horror! My stomach has never been exposed to the sun and if it were, it would probably blind everyone for miles around with its whiteness.

It’s Royal Mail Collect, which is free for me and I use it all the time. When I arrange it, I can ask them to bring the label. But JL arranged it and emailed me the label, saying print it out, as if it’s that easy!

I recognise it too my dad certainly used it. I think it has its origins in the tin hats worn by troops in WW1

And I meant to thank whoever* posted the Wikipedia article about Walnut Whips for a new word which I am delighted by. Skeuomorph is the unnecessary inclusion of a decoration that has no purpose. Think electric bulbs in the shape of candles on a chandelier, but also the display of knobs for tuning and volume on a virtual radio interface. It’s such a brilliant word and describes so much - an unnecessary buckle on a Velcro strap. It’s to support people as they transition to a new way of working.

I love learning new words because I convinced myself at age 11 that I knew all the words, and was sad about it.

*I apologise for not naming you, but it would require scrolling up to find it which would make me feel even more murderous than I already feel. Which has absolutely nothing to do with drinking two martinis and a bottle of wine last night, after being sober for two weeks. Obviously.

The Shedmistress did a day at the Flower Show as a punter one year and that was exhausting. The next year she was there on a stand on the press day with the organisation she then worked for after getting a new job. At around 4pm the kids of the great and the good all started being brought to the show after school and as the stand was pretty kid friendly, she was inundated.

She knew the food prices were high from the previous year, so took a packed lunch which she never got to eat anyway. So by the end, thankfully the only close down for the day was to put all the leaflets and flyers into a trunk and go home. She wolfed down her warm squashed lunch on the extremely painful hobble back to the tube station, and by the time she got to the train she was delerious with exhaustion and after finally arriving home swore she would never go again.

So she didn't. I've called a therapy octopus to come in and do an all body massage, should be here in a jiffy.

Thanks @Shedmistress, a therapy octopus sounds like an excellent idea, and just the ticket. The precious little darlings yesterday were the absolute worst. Kept fiddling with things which were not designed for fiddling with, and poking their fingers into places not designed to be poked. While their adoring parents looked on adoringly while steadfastly refusing to do any actual parenting.

There, there, Magpie, it's over now.😂

Thanks Android. Too many people even for this confirmed extrovert!

I'd do a pic of you with the massage octopus, but the AI's already threatened to ban me over Myrtle's sparkly bikini!

Octopus anatomy appears to be a gap in AI training datasets.

But are you feeling the benefit? That's the main thing.

Oh, definitely. Mr Magpie also found me a therapeutic Creme Egg from somewhere, and that's helped too.