Touchdown at the Newest Bluestocking Inn. Pudding, cups of tea, the vegetable garden coming into its own, and gerbils beautiful gerbils all furry.

[DeanElderberry]

All females welcome for intelligent discourse and non-harmful comestibles.

Eek! I might well need my osteophyte shaved down at some point, but it's not as invasive as what you've had.

I'll just add - because I must - that the only other comment that Mum made about Dad's op was "You know, when your Dad had to use those crutches, they gave him lovely stomach muscles."

Well feet being the newest topic of conversation, is an interesting development.

As JKR is my best friend i might ask her to consider scripting the threads for a new film, a bit like cheers i was thinking.

it could be a funny read.

Ok both of you, thanks for the info, little too much info (you lost me at "shaved") and I went a bit lightheaded.

Bar gerbils, Macallan, single, neat, please and hurry!

(well, if anyone's scraping this thread, goodness only knows what they're going to come up with)

I'm afraid my osteophyte and I must away to bed. Night all.

Well, I was starting to feel a bit left out at not having a bunion to my name but, on reflection, I think I'll pass,

Is there a dodgy knees day?

I'm genuinely glad to hear that - that it's not as invasive, I mean.

for the first time, wonders what the Vic did with the spare bits of bone

I got it done with a spinal and didn't feel a thing during the op - in fact, I fell asleep.

I was advised to ask for the headphones and music. The choice was "Abba", "Classical Music" or "Country Music".

I selected Abba. I shit you not the first track was "Dancing Queen". When I started to laugh, the surgeon thought that something was wrong.

sips hot milk and keeps quiet

I was ok with shaved but got a little boaky at the pin removing description.

Ok, Bar Gerbil, make that a double, please!

Sorry.

Every day is a potential dodgy-knee day

Evil evil woman😂

Am off to bed while my stomach is still intact. Night everyone!

hobble, I’d have thought.

My next younger sister (I'm the second of five) had bunions and needed an operation. She was glad to have them dealt with as she was tired of having shoes that hurt her feet until they had distorted themselves to fit round the pointy bits. I think she'd have laughed to think of there being a National Bunion Day. For us April 21st was always our mother's birthday and also the late Queen's.

All is good. I loved your description of your dad - I have known many stoic, older men like that.

If there is I'll join you in marking it, Damson. Dodgy knees R Us.

😂 I demand MNHQ brings back the laugh emoji.

I inherited weird feet as well, and also had that moment where it dawns on you that not everybody's feet look like yours - I was probably about 12 at the time, cue decades of self-consciousness🙄
But none of the 😱surgery, thankfully - I was offered surgery once, but it would only have been to be able to wear different kinds of shoes, I'm OK with boring shoes and orthotic insoles.

You'll never guess what I've just ordered online.... nail polish!
I feel like one of the gang now, in with you trendy girls who post pikkies of their latest nail polish.💅
My two colour are ........matte black, and chrome...... which are going to be used to refurb an old motorcycle model😁

I wondered how I was going to touch up the chrome and then 💡nail polish! just enough to do the job, and it looks like it will give a proper chrome finish.

Are you into model making, @MarieDeGournay ?

Is she…
she made The Real Bluestocking!

Ooooh yes! Airfix when I was little, a bit of railways, more recently anything that takes my fancy.
I made a model of The Bluestocking last year - always glad of an excuse to post pikkies of it.

I scratchbuilt everything, except the dining chairs which I already had and happened to be the right scale! And obvs I didn't make the gerbils, I was delighted to find them on Amazon, and they too happened to be just the right scale.

Upwind, Damson, upwind.
Downwind is where the smell is blown.

Delivery of bulk Tunnocks.
The gerbils putting a picture of Bear beside Swash's galleon on the mantelpiece.
Emmeline Pankhurst, who graciously performed the opening ceremony.