The Bluestocking: To the moon and back gerbil style.

[Boiledbeetle]

Previous thread of chat and general madness below

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5506124-the-bluestocking-womens-pub-spring-is-sprunging-and-mns-name-generator-can-do-one

Women: from an orderly queue at the bar or take a seat and grab a passing gerbil.

Men: turn left at the end of the road, keep walking until you find the Staunch Ally.

Bar gerbil a full fat coke please and a packet of Scampi Fries please.

Yep it's 'level with the road surface', it was somewhere in the back of my mind that 'chausée' = road surface, and 'rez' sounded like 'ras' which means level with
as in
couper quelquechose à ras

And having completely lost patience:
ras le bol!
[the contents are] right up to the top of the bowl.

I reckon you're on the money there. Beautiful blue sky here currently so it will almost certainly change soon!

Nanci Griffith isn't it? Trouble in the Fields?

Thank you.

I've currently got the first I think.

I'd better bring the washing in now!

What are your thoughts on Seurat, Fuzzy? I'm going to see https://courtauld.ac.uk/whats-on/exh-seurat-and-the-sea/ soon. Looking forward to it. Always assuming Gosie didn't include any of them in her recent heist.

No clue, I'll just check...

Right song but sung by Maura O'Connell

😂
I thought you were going to explain what an occluded front is, or something😏

So the style will be more in Seurat than in Ingres?
[second outing in a short space of time for that Myles na Gopaleen pun]

I know what your raydeshausay is, but you've prompted me to look up the etymology - rez-de-chausée?? I'm thinking 'level with the road surface' but I don't even know why I'm thinking that.

That’s it! You win my prize for today, Marie. It was used to mean “basement.” I can still remember the classroom and what I was looking at when I first saw it written down.

Boily, I was hoiked back from Forrin Climes, which I had loved - nice house, huge garden etc etc - to the UK just in time for a year or so at a British primary school to bugger up my maths and small house, bugger all garden. I went from loads of friends to none, knowing all the social rules to being completely baffled, and everybody asking me questions like, 'Did you have electric?'

That was bad enough, but your experience sounds horrendous.

I love weather forecasting because I thought the old sayings were bollocks frankly, but they can be true.

If it's cloudy but you can see a patch of blue sky, it will be sunny later. Red sky at night and it will be fine weather. The corona around the moon is like a rainbow and if it's expanding it will be fine weather and if it contracts it will be unsettled.

Is this your experience, Fuzzy?

Magpie mentioned that Gosie had Day of the Jackal vibes about her travels.

She wasn't wrong. But Gosie’s version is… softer round the edges:
• fewer rifles, more rosé
• less panic, more timing
• and significantly better lunches

You might be picturing:
• aliases
• coded messages
• narrow escapes

What actually happened:
• she sat in plain sight
• ordered correctly
• and waited for everyone else to hesitate

No disguises needed. Just judgment.

And now she’s on her way back like someone who’s been on a very nice, slightly extended break.

I'm not sure how long it will take to get from Dover to the Bluestocking, but I suspect it won't be long.

Enough time for the gerbils to get excited if they want.

If it's cloudy but you can see a patch of blue sky, it will be sunny later.

Enough to make a pair of sailor’s trousers?

Love Maura O'Connell! I'm pretty sure Nanci G wrote it, she certainly sang it.

One of her songs is always guaranteed to cheer me up, 'Ford Econoline' [which I believe is thee quiv a our Transit?]

She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline
She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour
She had a husband on her bumper
She had five restless children
She was singing as sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline...

Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler
And he built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife
Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying
But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline

She becomes a famous country singer and

Along the back roads of our nation, she's become a living legend
She drives a Coupe de Ville but her heart rides still
In that Ford Econoline

While we're on tractors, the frenetic tractoring really has died down. Well, at least enough for a farmer to have the time to light the beacon at the sunrise service yesterday. That was a battle over a diesel-soaked rag with farmer+lighter on one side and the wind on the other.

We had family around over Easter. While it was lovely to see them, they have all now buggered off. DH has gone to see SIL (family stuff, no need for me to attend) so I am On My Own, except for B&B. Bliss.

I had a very nice lunch, eaten outside, and finishing with chocolate. Batshit loves chocolate, it's her favourite thing, so I shared a bit with the two of them. I know chocolate is bad for dogs, but the tiny quantities they had of cheap milky stuff will be fine.

The blissful look on Batshit's face takes some beating. She is currently sparko on the grass in full sunshine.

I like a bit of pointillism. I tried it out once and its harder than it looks, and takes ages!

I studied Ingres ( also Davide and Delacroix) for A level. Not my favourites though.

Enjoy the Courtauld!

Did you want to know?

@FuzzyPuffling

Yes, there is indeed a lot of truth in all that. But insufficient to pass an A level!

I trust my own forecasts to the extent that I have an 8 year old tumble dryer that I have never used. Not once.
Winner!

I can also do some haematology and neurology if needed.

I'm hoping to see that exhibition too, Magpie! Just trying to work out if I'll have the time to do it justice before the matinee of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, then dinner, then train back Oop North

I shall report back! Not been before. I'm afraid I'm quite a "I know what I like" appreciator of art, although I have enough knowledge of silversmithing to spend a lot of time looking at certain types of sculptural things.

Your childhood experiences sound horrendous @Boiledbeetle

My grandmother had a favourite saying ' what doesn't kill you makes you stronger', which I have never ascribed to. You may not be killed by such events, but they can injure you, either physically or mentally and the effects can last for years.

I know it took me decades to come to terms with my mother's sudden and untimely death when I was in my early teens, because my family tended towards 'least said, soonest mended' - another cliche, where do we get these crap phrases from?! I'm not sure the current fashion for talking through every experience ad nauseam is any better, but surely there must be a middle path.

On a lighter note, having got to my mature age (think of a Stilton), without ever thinking about tractors, I suddenly find myself pondering 'I wonder what make that is?' whenever I meet one in the lanes around here.

I can't imagine how that has happened🤔