The Bluestocking Boxing Day sale: 1 gerbil for the price of 2

[Boiledbeetle]

Previous thread:

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5457910-the-bluestocking-next-stop-christmas

As the patrons, and gerbils, of The Bluestocking Pub sleep off their Christmas Day food and alcohol intake the capybaras will be getting paid double time to move the pub and contents to the new thread overnight.

All welcome, as long as you are a woman. The men have their own pub The Staunch Ally. It's just down the road, then turn left at the bridge.

You don't have to be mad to drink here but it most definitely helps.

Leave the real world behind and join us in the mayhem and surreal life of a pub staffed by gerbils. Where the food is always exactly what you ordered and the drinks don't give you a hangover the next day!

Oooh!

I'm not jealous.

AT ALL

I think I had too much imagination as a child - and as an adult for that matter.
The entire world is composed of possible pieces of a model of something.

My poor mother had to endure me saying 'Mammy! no! don't throw that out! it could be a [something] on my [model something]!'

It's like seeing the world through a filter - now what does that remind me of? what could I make out of that?

It was always bloody trees, too! Four year old magpie just stood there looking confused and wondering what I was supposed to do.
I knew someone who did a great interpretive dance of being a soluble aspirin, that was quite funny.

Congratulations on the book, Brit!

What kid wants to be a tree? Otoh I highly recommend putting on some Rimsky Korsakov and buzzing around with a small child - the Bum of the Flightlebee, obviously.

I had a brief encounter with daunce as a child - it was so not my thing that my parents - never a pushover when it came to things we were supposed to do - withdrew me after a couple of classes.
It was all girls, and all what I perceived as girly movements, and I felt like I was completely out of place.

Gosh, that's an interesting piece of gender perception at an early age, isn't it?

When DD was in year 1, the lesson was about what they wanted to be when they grew up. I picked up a small protofeminist thundercloud that afternoon. She’d said ‘a builder’ (as in, someone who builds things, not necessarily a brickie) but the teacher had said ‘girls can’t be builders’. Apparently all the other little girls had said ‘ballet dancer’ so she’d grumpily said that instead and that was somehow more acceptable and credible.

I took the DSD shopping. Very very busy. Queues for the loos and to get into the cafés.

We needed to get to four shops and each was about three minutes' walk from the other.

One of them was Rymans. Which has a print shop!

So my printing is done and I don't have to worry about a thing.

We just came home in the end. I didn't want to have to queue and then queue again, so I owe DSD a hot chocolate with marshmallows.

The nurse practitioner didn't prescribe more steroids. My chest is clear. I have a post-nasal drip which is causing issues with my bronchia and vocal cords. She prescribed a steroid nasal spray and breathing steam. To be honest this feels like a return to the 1970s when my asthma was treated with steam because they didn't have any drugs. It feels very retrograde and I'm still breathless.

It has highlighted other issues with my bronchia and voice so if it doesn't clear up they will refer me to an ENT specialist. A mixed bag really, but I hope to feel better for Tuesday.

If lego isn't in an old Rovers biscuit tin is it even lego?

I'd have loved to have a head that worked like that. Unfortunately my mother took the joy out of everything like that for us which may explain my inability.

She'd purposefully throw something away if either of us kids wanted it for something. Even colouring in was limited to one pen at a time that had to be returned to her for a different colour. And if she wasn't in the mood to lean over and open the cupboard then that was the end of colouring in.

Yet bizarrely when she died we found a fire proof box of all the cards we'd made at school for her, and all my "Dear mummy, I hope you have a happy day" notes (of which there were many, I can only presume I was trying to will her into a good mood).

Considering she never even acknowledged them at the time I could never work out why she'd kept them all. It was funny sorting them out. All my sister's are well made, carefully cut out shapes, best handwriting, and mine looked like I had thrown a lot of glue at the card and shoved random coloured paper wherever it would stick!

As a former primary teacher that made me laugh out loud. Sorry!

@Swashbuckled @Boiledbeetle @Britinme

I was definitely one of the children that infuriated the teachers in primary school. And probably helped push a few towards their inevitable nervous break downs.

On behalf of bolshy 4 year old me "I'm sorry Miss"

I see the world through the lens of science. I like knowing why. In many respects I'm just an overgrown toddler 😂

Ah you're ok - I always loved the kids that didn't fit the mould!

<wriggles free>

😂

Yes…I find the ‘whys’ nowadays extend beyond the sciences themselves so I’m very fond of etymology for instance. The internet has brought problems (mostly SM and porn) but the amount of information literally at our fingertips is wonderful.

so long as you’re not one of those beetles which eat trees…

I stopped questioning things when I realised that no matter how many times someone explained it to me I was never going to understand how fax machines worked. Now I just accept that things like fax machines, the Internet and WiFi just are.

Some of them taste nice though

Glad you wriggled free, Boiley; you released my eyes. Looks like I was conducting a seance in the first one. I don’t know what came over me.

I was so crap at ballet as a 6 year old, I was sent horseriding instead. Much better. I spent my days riding, mucking.out, grooming...or play- acting it if it wasn't Saturday and I wasn't at the stables.

Or I drew pictures, designed outfits, read books and wrote stories and poems.

I played on my own most of the time. I like solitary. I never played with my sister!

I was a bit worried about your legs too.

🤣
I missed those…