The Bluestocking Women’s Pub - Where Everybody Knows Your Username

[MarieDeGournay]

Welcome to the Bluestocking Arms, the home of good company, excellent drinks and delicious cakes which magically have no irksome contents like gluten or sugar or calories or the kind of alcohol that causes problems - but you wouldn't know

Food and drink are served by a keen staff of gerbils, and other animals such as capybaras, quokkas, etc., also fulfil vital roles, while looking cute AF.

New Bluestockingers always welcome.

Oh how prophetic the look on my face in that picture turned out to be.

I won't go into all the ins and outs of today's visit as that would out me to the many people in the waiting room who caught part of the row.

I'm now back at the dentist next week to see the dentist I was meant to be seeing and not the someone else who for mutter mutter mutter reasons was mutter mutter seeing me with no warning instead and refused mutter mutter to lower their mask mutter mutter or even be facing in the direction mutter mutter of the deaf patient in front of them when talking to the patient.

Such fun!

Ooooh that's scarily accurate! Especially the insistence on flossing!

yes!

how can we manage without our raison-d'être?

😬

All of which led me to misread a thread title on Feminism: Sex and gender discussions as: NHS DENTAL health hospitals allow criminals to self-identify as women

shudders Remind me never to accept an invitation to stay at Deano's. What with all that & the 'no water when the electricity goes off', it sounds a bit stern & bracing for a wimp like me.

Narrator: Android will never be invited to stay at Dean Elderberry's.

Don't worry Android, that's just for my achy knees, I wouldn't expect anyone else to drink it. I have even been known to provide guests with a choice of alcoholic beverages. Though not usually at 11 o'clock in the morning.

Oh dear, Boily! Maybe this will cheer you up. I asked the AI for a beetle with an ear trumpet & it went as well as you might expect.

@DeanElderberry Aargh! I have achy knees, too. In fact, they're about 450 miles past achy by now. Please don't feed me the cocoa with tarmac & the Black Death (I think that's what you said).

Parsley “For breath,” Genevieve nods. “And moral superiority.”
Wonderful, Myrtle😂😂😂

Boily, I had quite a bit of interaction with dentists a while ago, and it wasn't bad at all. Much better than dentists used to be - I think the technology has advanced, needles are much finer and I didn't even feel the injections - honestly, I'm not just saying that.

I still don't like going to the dentist, but I don't feel the same cold dread I used to feel at the very thought of it. I hope you have a New and Improved Dentistry Experience too

Courage, mon brave! - hey that reminds me - remember there was an outbreak of photos of Foreign Legionnaires ages ago? That was fun

When I was a child the dentist didn't give children any anaesthetic for fillings as it was " a waste of money".

He liked pulling teeth out ( for an "overcrowded mouth") with some gas, 10 minutes recovery time, and then you had to walk home. I still have the random gaps...

Peppered tarmac and cocoa might be just what your knees kneed.

I must go and have another nibble at the weeds - your illustration of that is quite accurate but misses the plunging my (gloved) hands deep into the wet soil to grab the roots bit.

'Luxury.... '
sorry I couldn't resist that.
In reality, I'm thinking 😱poor you!

It gets worse!

I am literally crying with laughter at this set of pictures.....😂😂

You didn't ask for that trumpet so I suppose it is ..Trumpet Involuntary?

No just me then? 🤣 Particularly the one where Beetle turned the tables on the dentist.

I had a tooth removed with the dentist using gas when I was three.

I got a banana afterwards!

Crowded mouth!

I have a fairly early memory being put to bed early after (could it really have been FOUR?) extractions, and waking up afterwards and and opening my mouth, which had been full of partially clotted blood that then went all over the bedspread. I wonder did children ever drown in their own blood? It was barbaric.

Horrid little cotton-wool cigarette shaped things really didn't work.

I have achy everything right now. Been at work since far too early this morning and standing up for most of the day. I've gone for a therapeutic application (internal) of fish and chips. Cocoa may be administered later, sans tarmac or Black Death.

I'm beginning to think I've pissed off some mythical deity today.

I've just gone to eat my tea. Sainsbury's have delivered the wrong thing! Now I can cope with most of it, but what the hell is the yellow thing? Tell me it's not pepper! That is just a step too far in my trying to eat something other than chicken nuggets for tea.

Now I've just got to pick out all the yellow stuff, then greet the edamame beans individually then I can start eating my tea

Does look like yellow pepper. Sorry Boily. Commiserations at this difficult time...

I checked the packaging, it definitely is. I got as far as licking a piece. I can confirm I still don't like pepper

I'm intolerant to peppers. Which is awfully judgemental of me, I know. 😂

I heard Hello Brenda, Hello Barbara to the tune of “Hello muddah, hello faddah” - the song by Allen Sherman.