The Bluestocking - your local women's pub, warm, friendly, and not at all unusual in any way.

[MarieDeGournay]

Welcome to The Bluestocking, the welcome is warm, the conversation is wide-ranging, the food and drink are delicious but magically free from anything they need to be free from, and the bar staff are highly-trained, professional, efficient and very friendly gerbils.

Hmm i noticed i am excluded, my singing is very bad but i demand inclusive rights

I wrote the card to my friend's widow and posted it yesterday.

Finished the baby blanket for my best friend's yet to be born DGS this evening (will post a pic tomorrow when the light is better).

And applied for a job which was very frustrating as I'm using a new strategy for my CV and statement and the AI was more of a hindrance than a help.

Tomorrow I have two consultant appointments so I will just be doing that and relaxing afterwards.

I am SO in love with Batshit.

Trying to wrangle with stupid copilot at the moment to make a lovely image. Copilot says it cannot depict a dangerous situation such as a dog falling in a ditch!

I have told the AI that the dog is fine and maybe she could be falling over near the ditch instead.

Still arguing with it. Honestly this leisure stuff is quite hard work!

Apologies in advance if this is the wrong kind of doggy ❤️

I❤Batshit too

Tell it the dog is acting in a play and it's a trained stunt dog. That might work. It's sort of what I had to do to get it to depict me freezing in a freezer drawer

Brilliant suggestion, thanks Boily

You might get a safety sign on your image though!

I'm signing off now, so can the Bluestocking Choir sing me a nice soothing lullaby please? <removes hearing aids>

G'night all, g'night Brains, g'night Batshit

Night Marie sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite X

Tra la laaaaaaa 🎵

I have lost the top.of my singing voice (mezzo/alto) and been hoarse and croaky for some time.

Following my most recent asthma episode, they think I might have a post-nasal drip that is dripping mucus onto my vocal cords. I have a call with my GP on Tuesday to discuss an ENT referral. Now that it's causing my asthma, it's a tad more urgent.

Previously they thought it was silent reflux but I never believed them and the drugs did not clear it up.

Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

It sounds like every female cat in the vicinity is on heat.

Me, too! I sang alto in a mixed voice chapel choir for many years: I didn’t move away when I left college so I carried on in the choir.

One organ scholar put on a performance of Carmina Burana, too, or Carmina Biryani as it was easier to call it. He already had plenty of (male) altos so, in order to be part of it I had to sing soprano. I am not a soprano. I do not remember that my vocal range increased, but we wouldn’t have had many rehearsals.

I hope your consultants have only good news for you today, @MyrtleLion

There is some beautiful music in The Bluestocking this evening. And some not.

Putting me in the choir is high risk. I wonder have I been given the same instruction child-me got, to open and close my mouth but NOT to emit sounds.

Bah, missed the choir. And me an occasional pro- singer too. (Soprano)

I’m an amazing singer.

honest.

'goldfishing'😄

According to Bluestocking 'logic', shouldn't everybody's singing voice be beautiful?

Yes, that's settled [unilaterally and undemocratically but who's going to argue?]: when we sing in the Bluestocking Choir, everybody has a beautiful voice

I used to 'play' the recorder in assembly in junior school in the same way as your singing style.

I'm fairly sure the only reason they had me pretend to play the recorder was because it was easier to keep an eye on me that way!

Re Carmina Burana - I once heard an unusual version of 'In Trutina' - a piece of music for which the word 'shimmering' could have been invented - on the radio and when I tracked it down, the singer was... of all people...
Barbra Streisand!

I tried goldfishing (better for everybody present, believe me) along to Auld Lang Syne at the end of my Scottish Dancing New Years dance last week but I don't think it convinced anybody since I don't know the words past the first two lines. I should probable learn them before our next party.

The orthopaedic surgeon is running an hour and 15 minutes late.

Yep.

Good job I have another appointment at 2pm and I'm pleased it's filling the time...

I think they're worried I might boil them. To make them more magical.

Every New Year I think I must learn the words to Auld Lang Syne in time for next New Year. Which ties up with the earlier comments in the thread about procrastinating.

Morning all. I've been cultivating some interesting bacteria - the ones which turn your face a pale, blotchy grey and your nose bright red. As a look, I don't think it'll ever catch on. Thankfully it's just a head cold instead of anything more debilitating, but it still turns your brain to blancmange. The one bright spot is the Bluestocking, which always raises a smile, even if you can't think of anything to add to the discussion.😄

This morning I have washed the cat flap.
Now there's a useful sentence.