The Bluestocking does a late night flit again

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New thread, you know the drill!

When a CD of the hymns we used to sing in [Catholic] church was a huge success in post-very-Catholic Ireland, somebody explained that those hymns and Abba were the only songs our generation knew all the words to😁

Welsh hymn-singing❤. Has Unesco declared it a World Heritage thingy? If not they should, it's wonderful

@MarieDeGournay You should come for a drink in my corner of South Yorkshire in December and join in the carol singing that still happens in the local pubs.

I used to sing in a folk club in High Hoyland near Barnsley, and the singing along was very enthusiastic and fabulous.

When I was a mere nestling penguin we lived near High Hoyland: my brother was born in Penistone.

I like to listen to the poet Ian McMillan: his accent takes me back.

(My family later moved to Lancashire, if anyone's wondering why I claim to be able to recite an authentic Albert and the Lion.)

I am currently sitting on an Ercol chair from set my parents bought in Barnsley British Co-op. The fact that I remember them doing that probably shows that it was a major investment for them, but a good one since it's being used over 60 years later.

We lived in Clayton West and DD1 was born in Barnsley. I miss Yorkshire enormously.

Looks a lot better on Clara imho

I miss Yorkshire enormously.

I'm not sure if I do: I've been away too long. I do miss mountains and hills, but I miss the sea more. Norfolk stands in for the Lancashire coast sometimes but the sea is the wrong way up.

DS lives and works in Yorkshire now, though.

Re knitting being good for the brain, after my dad died of dementia (several years ago now) my dear mum was frightened of going the same way. As we kept telling her with all the knitting she did, plus the huge number of crosswords and other word puzzles she did every day (particularly after she became house bound) she was likely to be ok! And she was bless her. Good to see research into it.

Nice to see the numbers of stockingers with connections to Yorkshire - born near Penistone, went to school there, and after quite a few years now live not far away at all.

I used to holiday on the Norfolk coast as a child, so to my mind, the sea is the wrong way up in Blackpool. I once walked the wrong way for almost a mile, because I was used to the sea being on the right going north.

For some reason I am perfectly fine with the sea being directly in front of you in Brighton.

Whenever I go to Norfolk I get terribly antsy. It's too flat and the sky's too big. It genuinely makes me feel physically uncomfortable.

I was brought up and have lived most of my life among hills and apparently deep in my psyche I need hills to feel safe.

It's equally confusing in Sheringham, (Norfolk), where the sun appears to set in the South, or in the North if you've adjusted to Norfolk thinking.

I don't think I could cope with Brighton, for more than one reason.

I don't live in Norfolk, but somewhere equally flat.

DS: you can see for miles and miles here
DS's partner: but what is there to see?

Edit: picture didn't attach, so here's a
Edit 2: link didn't travel, try worldofmoose dot com / products / fen-diagram-cartoon

I grew up in Hull, where we sometimes got sner on the rerd in winter, but my mum sent me to elocution lessons to make sure I didn’t talk like that. I was in Yorkshire for a few days in early July - three of my oldest and dearest friends from schooldays still live in and near Hull, and my niece lives between Beverley and the coast.

I grew up in Hull, where we sometimes got sner on the rerd in winter

Love it ♥

We grew up in the days when we had school assemblies with a hymn and a Bible reading and the Lord’s Prayer every morning (and our headteacher was also fond of the prayer of St Ignatius Loyola, a rather odd choice for a Methodist lay preacher like him but we used to say it regularly). As a result most of us grew up atheists but with a really good knowledge of the English hymnal and the Bible, which came in very handy for those of us who went on to study English literature.

I remember the whole school saying the Lord's Prayer at assembly, @Britinme - and the susurration that went round when we got to the lines "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us".

It's Small Pieces of Plastic time😁
The last set of model figures I r eceived - too small, as I'm sure you remember - was not one big set: it was two identical sets.
And so I find myself with not one but two tiny figures of women in shorts with scale-model norkage.

May I present to you -
THE TINYNORK TWINS!
350mm from their high heels to the top of their heads! [approx 1.5"]

susurration is a new word to me. I must remember it, it's so effective.

Insomniac too. I tried the no sleep, get up at 6am and get through to the weekend to no avail. Even Zopiclone has no impact.

I frequently self ID as a hedgehog (love to hibernate) but there's already a hedgehog in the Bluestocking. Considering my options.

I do like the twins, Marie. Are they really made of tin?

It might be possible to fashion overskirts for them.

"As a result most of us grew up atheists" 😂@Britinme

Dormouse

Damn you're quick! I edited the 'tin' to 'tiny' ASAP but you beat me to it😄

I could fashion overskirts, but it' amazing what adventures The Tinynork Twins get up to in their low neckline and high heels!
Potholing, for instance: