The Bluestocking Women’s Pub: Where Clever Women Sit and Think, While Gerbils Run the Bar.

[MyrtleLion]

Come in. Yes, you’re in the right place. No, you don’t need to explain yourself.

Coats will be drycleaned before you depart. Bags won't be stolen because Gubbins will play her triangle. And you really don't want to hear it.

The gerbils run the bar.
They are small, brisk, and unionised.
One is polishing a glass with unnecessary seriousness.
Another is keeping the tab and will remember what you ordered last time.
There is a triangle involved. No one knows why. It keeps Gubbins happy.

Sit. Think. Drink. Join in.

The gerbils have it from here.

Previous thread...
https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5481554-the-bluestocking-womens-pub-definitely-full-of-ludicrous-halfwits-who-refuse-to-get-a-grip-with-unionised-gerbils

Beetle reappeared very briefly and then vanished again, presumably because of her dental woes.

Delighted to see you propping up the bar this lunchtime, Marie, and not cast into the outer darkness.

I hope Beetle is doing okay. Dental woes are horrible.

Hello. Just caught up. I always feel when I've got behind I should read with a pencil and notepad so I can jot down what I want to comment on because I forget by the time I get to the end of the page.

I briefly studied German for GCSE. We were given the option of an extra subject and I chose German because a friend had picked it. I knew nothing about the language and it lost me when I learned it had possibly up to sixteen different way to say 'the'. I might be misremembering it was a long time ago. I amuse my sprogs by regaling them with the few phrases I did remember, one of which was 'heute ust faschings dienstag'. I tell them should I find myself in Germany one Shrove Tuesday it might come in handy. Or if I should be accosted by a distraught German tourist, desperate to know if 'heute' is indeed 'faschings dienstag', I'd be able to tell them.

Other phrases that stuck, ein stück kirsch kuchen and 'hier is ein häse, er ist töt'. Hans and Lieselotte, with their friend Klaus (when he wasn't ill), wandering the German countryside finding dead animals. Apologies for German misspellings and random umlaut. Is the singular of umlaut the same as the plural? Autocorrupt seems to think it is.

My nork is sore and bruised. I'm not sure what shape it's going to end up as, I think it might just look a bit dented which I think I can live with. I've not needed any painkillers. I was given some codeine which I've no use for and feel guilty about having in the house. I'm not sure why. I'm not exactly Walter White.

The worse thing about being post minor-op is not being able to shower for ten days because my Discharge notes say I've got to keep the wound dry. I have a good wash up but I still feel icky. My stomach has been giving my gyp too. I've been told this is still a hangover from the general anaesthetic but I wonder if it's also the bug I had a week or so before the op., or a combination. On the whole though I'm feeling quite fortunate. I just need good news next month that they got it all, it was what they thought it was and I won't need more surgery.

I was born in the year of the fire horse. Apparently, according to an article I read decades ago, horse people have an absolute bastard of a time during their year😬

Great news about nephew!

Eta missed the bit about dental woes 🌺

I haven't heard back from The Powers that Be about my response to being warned.
I feel like sending a further comment to the effect that the threat of suspension or even a permanent ban when the alleged offence is merely one of 'tone' is disproportionate and upsetting.
Yellow card offence rather than threatening a VAR check for red??

Perhaps it's best not to engage any further, it might just make things worse for me.😒

Hello Cake, lovely to hear from you!

You would have had us with 'hello', so don't feel you need to respond to all the goings-on, it's just lovely to see you popping your head around the door, so we know that you're on the mend.

It sounds like you still have quite a bit of a road ahead of you. Take care of yourself, you've been through a lot and it'll take time and rest to recover from it
Fingers, paws, tentacles, pinion feathers etc etc all crossed for good news next month.
💙

Lovely to see you Cake and hear your news. Holding you in my heart for upcoming results.

If you can bear it I think rolling your eyes, snarling at inanimate objects, and indulging in some comfort eating is the best strategy.

Particularly if it was set up to trap the unwary.

Good news so far, Cake, apart from the bruising and tummy upset. Fingers crossed that settles quickly and that good news is forthcoming from the medics in due course.

I have just looked out of the window and, after a sunnyish morning, it appears to have been raining again. FFS. The countryside is a swamp. I have to keep driving through a spot where the water from two overflowing ditches has met in the middle of the road: it's like crossing a ford. There are parts of fields that look like rice paddies.

A dog walking buddy of mine went arse over tit in the mire the other day . He opted to take another route home, picking his way around a field. We're in the thick of hedge-trimming season and there was loads of brash about, and he got stabbed by an enormous thorn that went through his welly and into his foot.

Apparently removing a welly that is nailed onto your foot with a thorn while standing one-legged on brash and mud is rather difficult...

This has made me rather cautious about walking on brash, but I did it this morning when the option was enormous new ruts left by the Valtra on yesterday's hedge-cutting expedition.

Oh, and I almost did a Batshit when I skidded on a saturated and slippery wooden bridge yesterday.

I am going somewhere better drained this afternoon.

I think the gerbils should be organising a "We Survived the Tiny Twallock" party for us all. 😀

I missed the Twallock thread. I'm assuming it was the recent one that got to 1000 posts.

I think the twallock was much too boring for the gerbils to waste singing and dancing on.

I'm going to make potato cakes, to go with my scrambled eggs and smoked salmon and mushrooms.

I hope your friend has had the sense to disinfect his wound well, Edith - I’ve heard more than one instance of blackthorn punctures leading to septicaemia.

I learnt a new word - 'brash' in the sense of hedge trimmings - which is great, I love learning new things BUT not at the expense of somebody's foot😬
Poor chap, it sounds nasty, and I hope he did as Errol said, disinfected it carefully.

Take care, Edith, stay upright, dry and whole-footed

@EdithStourton good choice to avoid impalement. That's one reason (the others being space and money) why my walking boots are also my work safety boots.

I was listening to gardeners question time earlier; a few minute after I posted Pippa Greenwood said she’d never plant blackthorn again because it’s so evil and she’s known people get septicaemia!

Yeah, but nature. My grandmother and my childhood next door neighbour both had fingers amputated after scratches from roses.

He has the sort of sensible wife who will keep an eye on it and send him to the GP is necessary...

I seem to have missed over 100 posts! Marie, keep your powder dry for goodness' sake, we can't lose you.

Cake, take things easy for a while. When I had my breast op, I was told it takes about a year to fully get over it. I did rads but not chemo afterwards, but that still affected me physically & emotionally. Whatever's going on for you, all the best. 💙

I have a ticket in another EuroMills £100m+ draw tonight, so if it comes up...

sorry @ifIwerenotanandroid , I bought one too and will be VERY DISAPPOINTED if I don't win.

Tell you what, quite apart from the real illnesses and travails people are going through, I was feeling very low and dull and it suddenly occurred to me it is classic SAD symptoms, always worst in March. I was indoors for nearly six weeks from early December because of the flu-type thing, and it's rained for weeks, so I'm deficient in light exposure.

buggerit.

IME pyracantha is the worst. I chopped a whole one down once in stages and took it to the tip.
Lots of antiseptic all over my hands...

SAD is miserable, Deano. I do okay via gardening and whole days out with the dog, but come Feb I have 100% Had Enough. DH kindly describes me as 'grumpier than normal' at such times.

I'll have to get into the garden this weekend. I tend to brighten up in March, because it's pretty obviously spring and the days are so much longer.

And those with Euromillions tickets... good luck!

Apologies, all.

One of my dearest friends died suddenly of a brain aneurysm on Sunday. She was 51. It was a complete shock. As she was a Muslim her funeral was yesterday. It was very well attended as she was loved by so many people.

I am utterly devastated and my brain hasn't really caught up with reality. I've just been watching mindless TV - Motorway Cops is great for not really needing attention, and there are eight series on catch up - and playing a rip off version of Candy Crush.

I will catch up with you all in time. The patio is half done and the landscaper has cleared our tiny patch of front garden bar a couple of small trees, so it looks completely bare. I might even go to a garden centre over the weekend.

it stopped raining here at about 4pm and brightened up so we managed to get out for over an hour - just in the village but it turned into a nice evening.

@MyrtleLioni am so sorry to hear this.