The Bluestocking - Raiders of the Lost Sparp

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Welcome everyone. Wipe your feet, it's been wet out.

Don't forget to namechange before posting if necessary.

We can have a mud season any time of year.

😂Such an evocative image...😁

North of Ireland has the rainy season, and July.

I find the "11 Seasons" quite accurate.

1. Winter
2. Fool's Spring
3. Second Winter
4. Spring of Deception
5. Third Winter
6. Mud Season
7. Actual Spring
8. Summer
9. Pretend Autumn
10. Second Summer (one week)
11. Actual Autumn

Thar is why any regime that expects a season to deliver a particular sort of weather makes no sense to me.

Winter is when the nights are longer than the days, Summer is when the days are longer than the nights. In Spring we move from dark to light, in Autumn we mover from light to dark. Weather varies, that is constant.

I knew Tony really well. He was absolutely lovely. And hilarious.

hiya i would like a pint of ….well anything really, to celebrate the ridiculous evidence in this afternoons Darlington case.

spade and a hole comes to mind for the defence witness.

Happy days.

The sun shines around the Twalfth, because, as a sign at a sundrenched Orange Parade said: GOD'S A PROD😁
I'm being interrupted regularly by the doorbell and little gangs of scary monsters usually with their parents hovering at the gate - I love making a fuss of them, I remember what fun I had in Halloweens of Yore.

That's lovely, Myrtle - it's a coincidence I mentioned someone you knew, and nice to hear that he was a lovely as he was funny
I hope you are resting lots, and being tended to by a team of Care-gerbils.

Mud season here is mainly November to March.

We're just getting stuck in at the moment. Nothing says 'winter' more than clay overshoes stuck to your boots.

The pumpkins are lit!
I'm ready for the guisers, I can hear children's voices further up the road.

Looks like @Hedgehogsrightsarehumanrights has found some friends for Halloween!

Sometimes I miss getting the bank holiday for the Twalfth, and then I mind that I never got a lie in, for the District Master lived oot the back of us and the lodge would parade til his hoose for breakfast

Younger child is answering the door this year, and has just informed me that we're getting a worrying number of serial killers.

The gerbils are being lovely while I'm so tired. I'm ignoring the food till 6.30 because I've taken my antibiotics and must wait for an hour afterwards.

I applied for a third job, so here's hoping.

Tony had loads of champagne in his house and always ensured I left with a bottle. He also collected political cartoons from all generations including the 18th and 19th centuries, which started my own interest and my tiny collection of Martin Rowson's originals.

He was a vegetarian and we used to eat at local curry houses. They would dress up their uncles and cousins in waiting outfits just so he would shake their hands and thank them for the food. This was considered a great honour and he was always really patient and never minded the stream of "waiters" wanting a handshake.

I thought I was going to have to declare another trip a failure - a nice bloke from the village has died and I headed in to the funeral home planning to park in the supermarket car park next door, buy a couple of things, do the needful and get home. By the time I arrived, half an hour before the doors were meant to open there were no parking places and a massive queue. I nearly headed home then, but noticed that the doors were already open and nabbed a space on a residential street nearby After a mere 40 minutes I got to the door, did the round, offered condolences to the family, particularly the poor widow, and said a prayer for him (he looked in bad shape, it was not a kind illness). On my way back to the car I looked over at the queue which was by that stage far longer than it had been when I joined it. The family will be shattered.

I have now not only eaten colcannon, but also broken my usual 'no meat on Fridays' rule because I realised there were two hideously expensive lamb chops in the fridge with today as their bb date. They were delish. Cooked in the air fryer with a few cherry tomatoes and a LOT of garlic.

I've just seen an advert for an Italian bottled beer which features a fox playing a harmonica while sprawled on the forecastle of a speedboat. Can we have a harmonica playing fox please?

@SionnachRuadh is v accomplished, no reason to doubt harmonica playing is in the mix.

Probably one of @SionnachRuadh's cousins.

Look, just look. And the sound is really cool as well.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=henlBGZzYxg

We've had mostly witches so far and an alien.

I see @Hedgehogsrightsarehumanrights is on apple eating duty

https://x.com/ShouldHaveAnima/status/1983851598809108890?t=NpBoOwL0QaCW4q1STc6HmA&s=19

And now we had a "cereal killer"

Apparently lots of princesses too, including one dad in a tutu.

Aaww, none of the parents have dressed up here.
I'm still waiting for the brother and sister that sing a gaelic song every year, all verses of the song, every time you think "that's it" there's another verse. At least they are very good singers.