The Bluestocking Pub: Infinite Cocktails, Questionable Logistics

[MyrtleLion]

Welcome to the nth iteration of the Bluestocking women’s pub, where gerbils are staff, the drinks are free, and alcohol has no effect except to get you to the sweet spot just before the drink you really shouldn’t have had.

Men can go to the Staunch Ally next door.

It’s OK if you don’t understand. Just assume everything is normal.

Previous thread is here:

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/womens_rights/5523989-bluestocking-womens-pub-its-maytime

There's an idea! We'll have to let her recover from her ordeal first, although she is one tough gerbil!

Next chronicle. Otherwise this one will never end.

I wonder if Gosie’s ancestors had anything to do with the Hastings Embroidery….

Clever old Batshit! All that jumping up and bouncing off sails was not just Batshit being Batshit, it was Batshit saying
'The sails! watch out for the sails! look for sails with the symbol on them!'

Apologies for misinterpreting your actions, dear Batshit
I like EmpressaurusKitty's Kitty's means of communication:
steal something and stare at it until some marginally-brighter-than-the-others human eventually understands😄

Kitty is incredibly good at communicating via stares!

There’s the ‘come here and play with me’ stare, the ‘give me treats’ stare, the ‘open the door’ stare… & they’re all accompanied by ‘…and do it NOW!!!!’

If the stare doesn’t work she moves on to head bumps. If those don’t work she resorts to attacking the target’s feet.

I'm hoping to go - Bluestocking field trip!

I love that you think that.

Batshit was not conducting covert maritime intelligence analysis.

Batshit was:
“AuntieDamsonCrumble IS IN THE SAILS! AuntieDamsonCrumble IS IN THE SAILS! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE!”

Meanwhile everybody later reconstructed this into: “Observe the sophisticated aerial warning system.”

Batshit then accidentally receiving credit for advanced tactical signalling is exactly the sort of thing that happens in the Bluestocking universe.

AuntieDamsonCrumble, naturally, was one rope swing away from becoming Batshit’s personal religion.

I recall my mum telling me that she'd seen it on telly and thought it was one of the funniest things ever.

I think she empathised...

ChatGPT decided Kitty was black and white but I took it out because I couldn't remember what she looks like and didn't want to get it wrong. 😢

I had a pair of black & white fosters a couple of years ago who would have been up to their necks in something like this.

I am insane for turning on the oven in this weather, but it's a very nice asparagus quiche with home-grown asparagus and eggs (doffs cap to the hens in appreciation)

DH used to tell me that his Scottish surname actually "came over with William the Corn Curer".

When I looked into my mum's side of the family, I found a Baltic pastry cook in there and a cousin came across a photie of a dark-skinned middle-aged woman in Victorian dress who is the spitting image of both my great-granny and very blonde grandmother. A cousin's laddie did a DNA test and found the expected Italian from his dad's side, but also a smidgeon of Polynesian, so I'm wondering about the Tahitian entourage that landed in the East Neuk one time.

So...let's get this right. On my Dad's side, I have (apparently) Hungarian, Montenegrin, Serbian possibly a bit of Roman and Ottoman. On Mum's side I have Estonian or Latvian plus a bit of Polynesian.

And I'm the one that gets milk bottle and miasma? Where, I ask you, is the justice?

Mind you, DH took a good tan and he still had to have two basal cell carcinoma removed. (Dermatologist: "Well, if you have to get skin cancer, that's the one to get.")

Pass a slice over the internets, will you?

Mmmmm yes,it looks yummy.
In fact it took me a few second to work out that it was a quiche and not an artwork, if it tastes as good as it looks - yum!

I'm not a cat person - not a domestic pet person at all - but I love cats, they are such neat, elegant, poised creatures, cf Kitty in that photo.
I love the way they tuck their legs in so neatly.
Cats never suffer from wondering what to do with their hands, do they?

What a shame comms speed is measured in bits [single 1s or 0s] not bytes [groups of 8 bits] because there was a great pun in there somewhere about sending bytes of asparagus quiche over the internet...🙃

Cats are wonderfully self-possessed. Although Kitty does have her moments when she’s overdone the catnip.

Haven't we all, mutatis mutandis 😀

The photo has just come through - er, yes, I see what you mean - a bit lacking in poise and elegance there, Kitty😃

Before she moved in with me she was a pub ratter! Very hard to believe most of the time.

I need a long cold drink, or a large mug of tea. Or both. Gardening after a fortnight away…
I’ve deadheaded, hacked back the clematis Montana, done some Chelsea chopping, weeding (by no means comprehensively), pulled out some of the excess Japanese anemone and sedum spectabile. Contemplating the pots - the pansies are still looking nice so it seems a shame to take them out to replace with summer plants quite yet.

Someone in this household Mr Magpie decided that yesterday was a perfect day for cooking baked potatoes. I suppose I should be grateful he didn't decide to do that today or tomorrow.

She wasn't a stranger, I'd seen her around for a fair few years. I'm not sure what inspired her that particular day, but she seemed to have been working up to asking me.

And thank you for the compliments about my writing. There will be more along fairly soon, but I spent the morning with a friend buying plants (she has an ex-veg bed to fill) and then we had a curry lunch. I got home, hung the washing, tidied up, put more washing on and am now poleaxed in the garden. Batshit has done her best to spill my beer (glass almost empty, or she would have suceeded). Neither dog wants to go indoors, but apparently it's a bit too hot to sunbathe, even for Brains. They are currently fostering about in a pile of leaves in the shade.

I agree. We took our two teenagers to see it in its new setting in Bayeux in July 1984, when it was beautifully displayed. We got up early to get in before the crowds and were able to spend a lot of time admiring it. An extraordinary achievement.

We bought some Bere meal on Orkney (a traditional ancient barley) - DH just asked me if I was going to try making some bread with it today. (I think it will work better as scones or soda bread anyway and I’m not sure I’ve got any baking powder in at the moment)

*fossicking about