The Bluestocking women's Pub- spring is sprunging and MN's name generator can do one!

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Welcome to the Bluestocking women's pub. Men are directed to the Staunch Ally just down the road. Otherwise all are welcome. Pull up a chair, give your order to the Wait Gerbil or the Gerbil behind the bar.

Don't forget to name change if you wish to.

But Maud is loved by millions (alright, dozens) while Gosie - nobody knows who or where she really is.

That picture makes me wonder though, did Gosie have feline assistance? Because I really don’t understand why someone going to the bother of an art heist would choose to steal a picture of fish. And I’ve not seen Spartipuss recently…

I suspect a cat was in on it. Although I wondered why the thieves stole any of the paintings that they did!

Thieves steal Renoir, Cézanne and Matisse masterpieces worth millions in 180 second raid in Italy https://mol.im/a/15692143

I've lost half a stone! Taken longer to get here than I hoped, but at least I don't feel like I've been depriving myself. Only another 2.5 stone to go 😂

Well done @Magpiecomplex!!!!

Kitty says the heist was nothing to do with her. She has an alibi. Whenever it was. And anyway she prefers chicken.

Oh well done you

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@Magpiecomplex Hurrah! The girls are too impressed to fit their admiration on one banner.

Hmmm do you believe her though? She looks like she's done something you don't know about yet!

Well done magpie

DH is a bloody nightmare with the freezer. Shoves things in completely at random, with no attempt to keep like things together or consider the shape e.g. a bag of mince will freeze into (so you can never Tetris the bloody thing back again without it taking up half a drawer).

Likewise with the fridge. I'll see two leeks and think, oh, I had four, DH must have used two when he cooked last night. Having made do with two leeks, I will find that DH had taken two out, used one, and shoved the other back in randomly, ideally behind something and well away from all the other vegetables.

Isn’t that how most cats look most of the time?

Yep! Because they've always done something you don't yet know about!

I believe she wasn’t there personally. Whether she sent her gang along to help is a whole other matter.

Mine has no concept of a fresh meat shelf & will stick all sorts of other food on it, including 😱bags of salad & 😱pots of yogurt. Since we replaced the fridge, there's a top shelf only he can reach easily & see to the back of. Guess where he puts my stuff?

I'm a domestic slut rather than a domestic goddess, but when I put the shopping away like goes with like & always in the same place. He must just stand in front of the open fridge & fire some sort of food blunderbuss at it. See also 'stacking the dishwasher'.

Excellent, Magpie.
I'd lost 4lb a week or so ago, and got on the scales this morning to find that I had lost 3 and 3/4 lb instead, which is less good.

When I was young, I could eat like a horse and if I needed to lose any weight (rarely), it just dropped off me. I thought middle-aged women who moaned about how hard it was to shift the consequences of eating a Mars Bar on the ferry followed by a week of good food and wine en vacance in France had obviously been stuffing themselves and just lacked willpower.

I know better now. I would like to apologise to all those ladies, because they were right all along.

And she likes it that way.

It's very hard to be an international congerbil if people know who she is.

I assume Mr Magpie must have some sort of rationale behind the way he puts things in the freezer, but in over 30 years together I've never managed to figure it out. His dishwasher stacking approach often appears to be based on the assumption that water can somehow move through solid objects. That and a desire to cause maximum harm to the unstacker. I've lost count of the number of knives that go in blade-up. I always approach it with a degree of trepidation after he's been at it.

I feel your pain, Android, I really do. I have to do most of the shopping unpacking to be sure of ever being able to find anything, and to have a hope that things to be eaten raw will be well away from the meat and fish.

And earlier today I had to do a quick sort out the food cupboard owing to some bonkers chaos going on in there, not of my doing.

Mine is also fond of coming home and putting the shopping bags (which have been in the back of the car where B&B travel, and on the ground at the market, and on the dodgy conveyor at the supermarket) on the bloody worktop.

After a few decades of intermittent hygiene-based shitting fits from Edith ('Did you never learn about germs? Were your parents goblins?'), he is better than he was, but sometimes he lapses.

I've given up with the dishwasher. Not worth the battle. When it looks full, I cannot be bothered to re-stack it. I just make sure that the water can circulate into all the bowls and glasses (never guaranteed) and turn the sodding thing on.

Men. Bloody hell.

Gosie is securing the financial future of the Bluestocking. She masterminded the art heist from Nuance, and is now relaxing by the pool in Ambient.

Well, she was this afternoon. It's a bit late now, so she's having a quiet cognac in the bar before heading up to bed. She thinks she might start heading home in a couple of days.

for Edith. Mine will put stuff away from the dishwasher that's still dirty. I check everything before I use it and just put it back on the dirty side if I need to. I've given up arguing about it.

This all makes me very happy to have sole access to my fridge, freezer, dishwasher & cupboards.

Hello nice to see you, have not spotted you for a while.

And me! For the past 30 years ish if I put it in the fridge, it remains there until I eat it or throw it. If something breaks I know about it, if the dishes are washed before I go to bed there isn't a pile of dirty ones on the side in the morning. And if I use the last of the milk then it's my own bloody fault!

Exactly!

Job well done.