The Bluestocking: All You Need to Know About Risk Assessments, Jazz Hands, Battenberg and Sourdough (But Were Afraid to Ask) - and gerbils. Lots and lots of gerbils.

[MyrtleLion]

Welcome to The Bluestocking, the perfectly overblown, gloriously chaotic all-women’s pub where you can have a bit of a lie down if you need it.

Expect serious debates on musicals, cake and knitting, and whimsical musings on women’s rights and why the world’s on fire (again), all under the calm supervision of our support staff: gerbils, capybaras, and the occasional quokka on secondment.

The alcohol won’t get you drunk, the pastries won’t make you fat, but the conversation will digress, and that’s the point.

Remember to namechange before posting if you’re sometimes someone else.

Previous thread here

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5435059-the-bluestocking-raiders-of-the-lost-sparp

First!

Second!
Thanks for the new thread Myrtle.

Just popping in to see what the fuss is about. What time does it get lively in here?

The alcohol won’t get you drunk, the pastries won’t make you fat, but the conversation will digress, and that’s the point.
I particularly love that the battenburg doesn't actually contain sugar and yet is still delicious even though that seems to be a slightly contentious opinion.

Well that depends on the gerbils really.

Slowly arriving, but still filling the last thread.
Which sort of answers VeraAtkins question.

Just stumbling in looking for some breakfast. Something fortifying, as I have a busy day ahead.

Gerbils, no sourdough toast, thx. And what have you done with Balrog?

And many thanks for the new thread, Maggers.

<belatedly remembers manners and pours @VeraAtkins a cup of tea>

Quick question

Can we leave the sourdough starter locked in a cupboard on the last thread?

Please don't tell the gerbils they have to move it , it took them 12 hours and some hard stares from Balrog before they got the door shut.

Never mind.

Turns out darling Gubbins broke a bit off when no one was looking.

It's currently checking her homework for her.

(At least it hasn't discovered her triangle yet)

Maggers?!

Knittedsloth has wrangled it with levain. I thought you were in the kitchen mixing dough at the last place.

Speaking of which, there's a lot of space to fill before the buses bring the rest of the gerbils here.

Sloth was an excellent student last night. I do regret that our bread making kept the gerbils awake and the old place is very quiet this morning, except for the fact that Glenda's snoring reverberates around the whole building once most of the soft furnishings have been removed.

I suspect the full move from old to new thread will happen at a leisurely pace.

Especially as Clara has just rung, the capybaras are stuck on the M43 due to an over turned milk float. So it could take them a while to offload here and return for the rest of the knitting supplies.

Seriously ladies come spring the knitting snug needs a bloody good sort out.

Ponders what activity is meant by 'come spring the knitting snug' - is it a yoga hold?

Whatever it is, I think it could do with some punctuation!

Probably!

Magpie is correct, I should probably have used a bit of punctuation!

“Come spring the knitting snug” sounds like a line of a poem with a line break so you have to read the next line to figure out whether “snug” is a noun, a verb or an adjective,

Come spring the knitting snug
needs a good sort out

makes it look like a noun, but

Come spring the knitting snug
upon my lap reminds of winter
and the work of love

makes it definitely an adjective.

come spring the knitting snug
in my lap, snug and snuggled
like a baby gerbil

makes it look like an interesting form of verb.

that may be the first time I’ve ever worked a gerbil into some form of poem.

Someone turning an underpunctuated sentence into an evocative poem is the sort of thing I love about this pub.
My more prosaic reaction is wtf is Boily thinking about spring cleaning when it’s not even winter yet*

*except in Ireland following Dean’s calendar.

Very smart new fred - thank you, @MyrtleLion. I love what you have done with the place.

All very nice in here.

It's definitely winter outside now, the wet, dark sort of winter.

If someone looks good in photographs they're photogenic, right? so if a felt image of someone is flattering, are they feltogenic?

oh no - edited to remove a very inappropriate apostrophe

and again to add an if

Possibly, though ‘photogenic’ with its current common meaning shows poor regard for its etymology - it originally meant ‘produced by light’, of course.

I fell asleep looking for socks And awoke to a warm doughy hug.

I managed to finally get out of the pub door, was briefly contemplating going back in to rescue people only to see you'd all already locked up the pub.

I see the rest of you have arrived undoughed.

😶😯😖
I'm so sorry....
I was in a rush.
Please don't eat me. There are some tasty gazelles in the paddock....