Driving to my swim this morning, it was lovely to see the full moon hanging low in a clear sky, straight in front of me over the main road, just as light was dawning.
Coming back, the low sun shone straight into my eyes, which was less lovely! Visor was required.
my new Scrabble group..... I have been warned of one lady.... who sounds a bit Troublesome.
Quick turnaround before choral society, so I was glad of a HM fish pie from the freezer.
There's always someone.
Mr RoS's Scrabble group has one lady who likes to "look up a word", then surreptitiously browse the dictionary looking for a word that fits her letters. She took exception to being told this was against the rules, and has not been for a couple of weeks.
It's a shame, if that is the reason for her absence.
If she's going to flounce because she doesn't like keeping to the rules, you're probably better off without her.
It's not been a bad day here; still rather chilly, but dry. I've scanned a few of David's pieces to the organist in Belfast - I hope he likes them!
Supper was BEANS ON TOAST, but due to a malfunctioning temperature control on the toaster*, scraping off of charcoal was necessary to render the toast edible. I see a new toaster in my future ...
* there doesn't seem to be any temperature between "not actually toast at all" and "cremated"; they're about a micron apart on the dial. I noticed Tessie's was selling toasters and kettles the other day; I may investigate them (the button that opens the lid of the kettle is banjaxed too, but I can sort of live with that, but if I'm getting one it might be nice to have the other matching).
If she's going to flounce because she doesn't like keeping to the rules, you're probably better off without her.
It's not been a bad day here; still rather chilly, but dry. I've scanned a few of David's pieces to the organist in Belfast - I hope he likes them!
Supper was BEANS ON TOAST, but due to a malfunctioning temperature control on the toaster*, scraping off of charcoal was necessary to render the toast edible. I see a new toaster in my future ...
* there doesn't seem to be any temperature between "not actually toast at all" and "cremated"; they're about a micron apart on the dial. I noticed Tessie's was selling toasters and kettles the other day; I may investigate them (the button that opens the lid of the kettle is banjaxed too, but I can sort of live with that, but if I'm getting one it might be nice to have the other matching).
About 10 years ago we got a reconditioned Dualit toaster - they're about £100 new (six slot) but reconditioned they're half that. Very reliable, simple clockwork timer and you have to push the toast up with a lever rather than it popping up - very little to go wrong, and if something does go wrong they're very repairable (I replaced said timer on ours a few weeks ago). Never looked back. We get other toasters in at my repair café and they're very seldom repairable by comparison.
We have a three slot Dualit toaster that we brought thirty odd years ago. Husband has repaired it a couple of times and it is still going strong. I don't know how their kettles compare. The kettle before the one we have now was an expense Sage one, it was rubbish. Our cheap Russell Hobbs is much better.
Lip reading class and Book shop shift today. I had a nice chats with various people that came in at the latter but didn't do a great deal of actual work.
I was out all morning and as I was about to set off on the walk home the skies grew dark and a squally wind blew up. I thought I was going to get drenched but fortunately the rain didn't come to anything much at all. It's just Very Cold.
Spaghetti bolognese for tea, which should have been washed down by a glass or three of red wine but wasn't because (1) Lent (2) we were going out to our Lent group this evening (a short drive away).
Now home, heating turned up to warm the house and I'm thinking about bed and book. Yesterday evening Mr Nen turned the heating off early in the evening and we were both cold for most of the night which is very unusual for me.
The full moon is currently beautiful and there's a partial eclipse tonight so I may look out of the window if I wake at the right sort of time. I think it might be too low on the horizon to be seen from here, though.
I got into the passenger seat of our car tonight and thought I could smell cheap white wine. On investigation, a spray bottle of windscreen de-icer was leaking. Unfortunately, by the time I'd located the source of the smell, I'd put my bag down on the damp patch, and then put my damp bag onto my lap.
And that is why I arrived at Lent Bible Study smelling of cheap alcohol....
Sadly I haven't really enough counter space for more than a standard two-slice toaster, and I'm not sure I could justify a very posh one.
Neither it nor the kettle owes me anything; they were included with all the furniture and other bits and pieces that I got for (IIRC) £1,000 when I bought the flat.
Woke up in the early hours last night to see the full moon riding high in a clear sky, which boded well for seeing the eclipse. Woke again at exactly the right time to see it at its best, only to find there was cloud cover. :rolleyes:
Dull, grey and cold here today. I am out this afternoon with my Friday afternoon friends, it being Friday and all.
I like my toast on the cremated side. My work colleagues think I would set off a smoke alarm if there was one nearby. I'm a bit surprised there isn't but won't complain as if one was installed my toast would be less lovely.
Off to Pilates this morning. Its a class I can't often get to but probably the one I like the best as the Instructor always has interests exercises to do and they are always within my capabilities. I also caught up with a friend I haven't seen for ages which was very nice. Home via Waitrose for bits and pieces for tea including red wine.
This afternoon we dithered about going to see a new art gallery in town, but the weather looks rubbish and neither of us had a great deal of enthusiasm for the idea as it looks like it is about to pour.
My husband was working in our local Town Hall museum this morning. The receptionist used to live in our road as a child and she was telling him about the floods they used to have. Her parents must have been very calm, as she remembers living upstairs without electricity and being collected by the next door neighbour to go to school by boat as exciting rather than scary.
Had a nice session in church with a Y5/6 group from the local primary school, reflecting on "What my faith means to me". Quite difficult to articulate, actually! The children asked some really good questions afterwards.
Enjoyed coffee with friends but the walk home was So Very Cold. Now home with jacket potatoes in the oven to accompany the rest of the bolognaise sauce.
Mr Nen was out for a lunchtime financial-type meeting and kindly sent me a picture of the three-course menu. I was happy for him. No, really.
Usual day of marking - I have now moved on to ones on social relationships and health and well-being.
Last night I made sweet potato and peanut butter soup, from a veg box recipe, and I used the remains up today with additional cheese, herbs and spices to create a Brazilian themed sauce for some meatballs. I am now having a glass of cheery lambrusco. I’m feeling pleased it’s the weekend, though unfortunately I will be spending tomorrow writing my own essay.
It was a tad chilly here this morning too, but Really Bright; the sun specs came out for the first time this year, and it felt decidedly odd simultaneously wearing gloves, a scarf and said sun specs! By the time I was coming home, the sun was slipping behind a couple of clouds, so I didn't need them, but about an hour later there were the remains of a glorious sunset.
As for the eclipse, for some reason I woke just before 6, and I came through to the sitting room to see if there was any sign of it, but it seemed to be cloudy (and the sun was beginning to rise anyway), so I thought, sod it, and went back to bed.
Supper was of course F&C, and a little pot of the chippy's coleslaw, to which I'm rather partial now and again.
Re: appliances: I've ordered a cheap toaster and kettle and a reasonably cheap vacuum cleaner* (mine was blowing more than it sucked) from Argos, and they should be delivered tomorrow afternoon.
* NOT a D*son - I wouldn't have his products if you gave them to me. Just as well I can't afford them anyway. For those who are interested, it's a Hoover, so on the rare occasions when I'll use it, I will actually be hoovering ...
Mother in law of blessed memory had a Dyson it was sh##e. Meile every time if funds allow IMNSHO.
This evening after little twanglet had her trombone lesson I was required to hear the youth orchestra rehearse my arrangement of milestones by miles Davis to check tempo etc. Sometimes life can be very surreal.
Dinner was chicken in a lorry from the freezer and a splash of red.
I have Mr Dyson's patented hairdryer, and I can't deny that it is the Rolls Royce of hairdryers. I got a haircut this afternoon and the hairdresser commented that my hair is excellent condition and he could tell I look after it. I don't consider that I do anything particularly exceptional to it so I think the luxury hairdryer is the main difference.
I only have it because I was given it for a present tho. I could never have justified the expense if I'd bought it myself.
Mr RoS has informed me that the "dictionary cheat" joined the Scrabble players for a game this week, and did not misuse the dictionary. All feathers once more unruffled.
Our first Scrabble meeting was a very relaxed affair. Some “ cheated” by checking a word before placing it, and nobody wanted to do official challenges, deducting points. Scores were not checked thoroughly. Everyone just enjoyed playing.
Apparently the Troublesome Lady will insist on using only the official Scrabble dictionary, ut she is the only one to have a copy. Our branch may provide a grant to purchase one. The ones we took were far from new, so “ modern” words could not be checked, but there were no arguments.
In other news I now have new steps to my front door.
I have no idea what Butteries are, but burning them sounds extremely painful in an Awkward Place.
Butteries are the Scottish version of a croissant - no, not deep fried in batter, but butter-heavy (no shit, Sherlock!), saltier and stodgier than said gallic comestible, and DELICIOUS.
I'd be very peeved if mine got burnt too, especially given I'd have to go to Scotland to get them, or make them myself.
Time was when butteries were made with lard - you could still get them when I was a student in Aberdeen. But where does our good Piglet find them in her territory?
Anecdote time... Years ago some friends told us we had to try the traditional croissants at a bakery in the village of l'Annonciation, about 120 miles north west of Montreal, which we did. If it had been a blind tasting I'd have asked, "Where did you get those 1960s Aberdeen butteries?" They were lovely.
... But where does our good Piglet find them in her territory?
Believe it or not, Tesco's.
They don't keep a huge stock of them, but I can usually find a pack of six if I look hard! 🙂
I'm rather hoping that Argos would deliver my stuff earlier rather than later; it's such a lovely day it's a shame to have to stay in waiting for them!
All this talk of butteries is making me think I should bake some, since we're Too Far South to buy them. I have my Gran's recipe (Mum started life in Footdee), just need to check we have everything. @Sandemaniac is muttering about needing extra Benecol if I do this...
I've searched on the Sainz Breeze website for butteries but it was unfamiliar with the word and simply offered me several varieties of margarine spread; also batteries. I'm reminded that I must book a delivery for next week.
I've been out for coffee with friends and am now home enjoying some time to myself as Mr Nen is out until much later this evening. It is by turns overcast and sunny, but Consistently Cold.
I plan one of my favourite suppers - jacket potatoes with baked beans and grated cheese - and am looking forward to it already.
Not all lines make it on to the supermarket website - I notice this particularly with fresh bakery items.
Meanwhile in other bread-related news I'm experimenting with no-knead bread. The initial mix is hanging about on the work surface. Later on I'll put it in the fridge and then bake it tomorrow.
A mix of consumerism and family catch up today. We left home early to go to city to the west to look at saucepans and lighting in their branch of John Lewis and then travelled to the city to the south to meet my husband's siblings for lunch. On the way to the pub we passed a stall selling olive wood products and brought some new salad servers, our old ones being a bit past their best. After lunch sister-in-law who lives locally pointed out they also have a large John Lewis so we headed there to look at their somewhat bigger range of homeware.
I think we came to an agreement on what we are buying, at least I hope so as I've just ordered a new wok. We need the new pans and lighting for our new kitchen. None of our old pans will work with and induction hob, and we don't like the lights we inherited with the house so this is a good time to change them.
The lunch was large, so I don't think we'll be needing much in the way of tea.
Cool and sunny here. I’ve been pottering in the garden and doing the odd bit of laundry. Mr Heavenly has been measuring and cutting shelf uprights to fit my new office. He’d like to move my desk in there this weekend but I am lecturing online Monday and Tuesday and have a stack load of marking to do as well as my own essay to write. I don’t want it all to go pear-shaped and have no internet when I am busy. He’s also away in the US with work next weekend so won’t be around to sort out any issues. This is a last minute trip and a bit of a pain as we have lots to get done.
Lunch was bread, cheese, olives and houmous. Mr Heavenly is making tea, which will be pork ribs and some fancy salad with black beans, avocado and feta.
Argos Bloke arrived about 7:30 with the Stuff; I was in the middle of supper (DUCK BREAST with potatoes and veggies) at the time and haven't opened the boxes yet.
Laundry has been laundered, and the bathroom given a rather overdue clean.
I also got a rather nice surprise in the post: something happened with what had been David's pension provider in Canada, and a quite respectable cheque has arrived. Unfortunately, it's written to him, so I think I'll have to consult one of my bosses to find out how to cash it in my name.
I've ruckled through all the paperwork to do with David's estate, and I think I have all the relevant bits, but knowing Canadian bureaucracy, I shan't be counting any chickens.
It's a dull but pleasant day here; I ambled along to the bakery after church and got a BACON ROLL for brunch, then had a snoozette and have taken up the hems on the trousers I bought a few weeks ago (it's a right pain being a vertically challenged piglet).
Now going to have a look at the Compline music again, and also the music for the Scottish Voices gig next week.
After Compline, supper will be something quick and easy with pasta.
Glad your Argos stuff arrived ok @Piglet , I hope you're pleased with it. Also that it's easily sorted to get the cheque cashed in your name.
Church this morning and I noticed that being part of a temporary "pop-up" group to cover the Lent material is making me feel a bit more connected with people I wouldn't otherwise interact with, as well as feeling more a part of things generally, somehow.
It remains Very Cold here. I have a chicken in the slow cooker for a roast meal later and am looking forward to that with a glass of wine, it being Sunday. I may have commented before that Mr Nen and I have been post-employment for quite a while now but I still revel in that Sunday evening feeling of enjoying a roast meal and some TV and no work tomorrow.
Gave the lawn a hard rake to try and break up the moss. That should keep me in aches and pains and poor nights for a while.
Tonight the culinary caravanserai stops off in the Caribbean. The chicken is marinating in onion, garlic, Scotch bonnet, coriander, cumin, paprika, thyme and nutmeg. At some stage it will be drizzled with honey and the gravy finished with rum. With fried plantain.
We had our usual Sunday lunch at a local country park and had to go from there to Tragopan Mills in Merthyr to get two folding tables for when Lord, Lady and our grandson come for tea.. Although we have a slow cooked beef borguinon from M&S, we decided to have real Cornish pasties for tea. We went into the pasty shop there and bought 2 pasties and got given a pack of chocolate doughnuts as well!
Mr Bee is suffering with a reoccurrence of gout and is in need of TLC. He requested our families’ ‘illness dinner’ which is mashed potatoes with cheese, cooked till brown on the top. It hit the spot and he asked for more. Luckily I’d made loads. He’s now retreated to bed early.
Today I tried going to a silent book club. Has anyone else gone to one of these? The idea is that people meet up in a cafe or coffee shop and all sit and read quietly (after a bit of initial chitchat). I quite enjoyed it.
I like the idea of a silent book club @fineline. I don't know I'd be that good at it though, I do like to chat about what I'm reading.
Quite a lazy day, as after the stroll to church and back via Waitrose to pick up the wok I ordered from John Lewis last night, I didn't do much this afternoon. This evening I made some stuffed flatbreads from a recipe in the Guardian this week. I didn't have much hopes of them, but they were actually rather nice.
Heading off to bed soon as I have a book I want to crack on with.
Mr Bee is suffering with a reoccurrence of gout and is in need of TLC. He requested our families’ ‘illness dinner’ which is mashed potatoes with cheese, cooked till brown on the top. It hit the spot and he asked for more. Luckily I’d made loads. He’s now retreated to bed early.
Ah - I'm sure every family has an "illness dinner". When I was a child it was Heinz mushroom soup - I still associate it with the smell and feel of my father's warm, heavy dressing gown under which I was tucked up on the sofa to be ill in comfort. In Mr Nen's family it was mashed potato and gravy, which is what it became with the Nenlets too. Unless the problem was an upset stomach, in which case it was dry toast and crackers.
Sunday evening roast, wine, dessert and chocolate duly consumed and I'm now heading for bed and book. I like the idea of a silent book club. If I'm not enjoying a current book club (I belong to two) book, often the only way to get it read is to head out for the morning to a café, or on a bus, with only that one book so it's all I have to read. Sometimes it's not even that I'm not enjoying the book - simply that at home there are so many other books I'd much rather be reading.
My bed-and-book is my reread for the Ship's current book group discussion.
Tree Bee's "illness food" sounds very much like David's cheese pie, but his included onions fried in a little chilli oil, and was served with either bacon or sausages.
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Coming back, the low sun shone straight into my eyes, which was less lovely! Visor was required.
Mr RoS's Scrabble group has one lady who likes to "look up a word", then surreptitiously browse the dictionary looking for a word that fits her letters. She took exception to being told this was against the rules, and has not been for a couple of weeks.
It's a shame, if that is the reason for her absence.
It's not been a bad day here; still rather chilly, but dry. I've scanned a few of David's pieces to the organist in Belfast - I hope he likes them!
Supper was BEANS ON TOAST, but due to a malfunctioning temperature control on the toaster*, scraping off of charcoal was necessary to render the toast edible. I see a new toaster in my future ...
* there doesn't seem to be any temperature between "not actually toast at all" and "cremated"; they're about a micron apart on the dial. I noticed Tessie's was selling toasters and kettles the other day; I may investigate them (the button that opens the lid of the kettle is banjaxed too, but I can sort of live with that, but if I'm getting one it might be nice to have the other matching).
About 10 years ago we got a reconditioned Dualit toaster - they're about £100 new (six slot) but reconditioned they're half that. Very reliable, simple clockwork timer and you have to push the toast up with a lever rather than it popping up - very little to go wrong, and if something does go wrong they're very repairable (I replaced said timer on ours a few weeks ago). Never looked back. We get other toasters in at my repair café and they're very seldom repairable by comparison.
Lip reading class and Book shop shift today. I had a nice chats with various people that came in at the latter but didn't do a great deal of actual work.
Spaghetti bolognese for tea, which should have been washed down by a glass or three of red wine but wasn't because (1) Lent (2) we were going out to our Lent group this evening (a short drive away).
Now home, heating turned up to warm the house and I'm thinking about bed and book. Yesterday evening Mr Nen turned the heating off early in the evening and we were both cold for most of the night which is very unusual for me.
The full moon is currently beautiful and there's a partial eclipse tonight so I may look out of the window if I wake at the right sort of time. I think it might be too low on the horizon to be seen from here, though.
And that is why I arrived at Lent Bible Study smelling of cheap alcohol....
That was exactly the problem! 🙃
Sadly I haven't really enough counter space for more than a standard two-slice toaster, and I'm not sure I could justify a very posh one.
Neither it nor the kettle owes me anything; they were included with all the furniture and other bits and pieces that I got for (IIRC) £1,000 when I bought the flat.
Dull, grey and cold here today. I am out this afternoon with my Friday afternoon friends, it being Friday and all.
This afternoon we dithered about going to see a new art gallery in town, but the weather looks rubbish and neither of us had a great deal of enthusiasm for the idea as it looks like it is about to pour.
My husband was working in our local Town Hall museum this morning. The receptionist used to live in our road as a child and she was telling him about the floods they used to have. Her parents must have been very calm, as she remembers living upstairs without electricity and being collected by the next door neighbour to go to school by boat as exciting rather than scary.
Mr Nen was out for a lunchtime financial-type meeting and kindly sent me a picture of the three-course menu. I was happy for him. No, really.
Last night I made sweet potato and peanut butter soup, from a veg box recipe, and I used the remains up today with additional cheese, herbs and spices to create a Brazilian themed sauce for some meatballs. I am now having a glass of cheery lambrusco. I’m feeling pleased it’s the weekend, though unfortunately I will be spending tomorrow writing my own essay.
As for the eclipse, for some reason I woke just before 6, and I came through to the sitting room to see if there was any sign of it, but it seemed to be cloudy (and the sun was beginning to rise anyway), so I thought, sod it, and went back to bed.
Supper was of course F&C, and a little pot of the chippy's coleslaw, to which I'm rather partial now and again.
Re: appliances: I've ordered a cheap toaster and kettle and a reasonably cheap vacuum cleaner* (mine was blowing more than it sucked) from Argos, and they should be delivered tomorrow afternoon.
* NOT a D*son - I wouldn't have his products if you gave them to me. Just as well I can't afford them anyway. For those who are interested, it's a Hoover, so on the rare occasions when I'll use it, I will actually be hoovering ...
This evening after little twanglet had her trombone lesson I was required to hear the youth orchestra rehearse my arrangement of milestones by miles Davis to check tempo etc. Sometimes life can be very surreal.
Dinner was chicken in a lorry from the freezer and a splash of red.
I only have it because I was given it for a present tho. I could never have justified the expense if I'd bought it myself.
We have a very good Henry, but it is quite heavy so we have an excellent cordless Shark too.
Apparently the Troublesome Lady will insist on using only the official Scrabble dictionary, ut she is the only one to have a copy. Our branch may provide a grant to purchase one. The ones we took were far from new, so “ modern” words could not be checked, but there were no arguments.
In other news I now have new steps to my front door.
It's a glorious day here; not hugely warm, but the sun's splitting the trees.
Brunch* has been had, and laundry may ensue later while I'm waiting for the delivery of the aforementioned items.
* It's just as well I'm getting a new toaster; even with the dial barely off the "zero" mark, the bloody thing burnt my BUTTERIES.
Butteries are the Scottish version of a croissant - no, not deep fried in batter, but butter-heavy (no shit, Sherlock!), saltier and stodgier than said gallic comestible, and DELICIOUS.
I'd be very peeved if mine got burnt too, especially given I'd have to go to Scotland to get them, or make them myself.
Anecdote time... Years ago some friends told us we had to try the traditional croissants at a bakery in the village of l'Annonciation, about 120 miles north west of Montreal, which we did. If it had been a blind tasting I'd have asked, "Where did you get those 1960s Aberdeen butteries?" They were lovely.
They don't keep a huge stock of them, but I can usually find a pack of six if I look hard! 🙂
I'm rather hoping that Argos would deliver my stuff earlier rather than later; it's such a lovely day it's a shame to have to stay in waiting for them!
@Sandemaniac is muttering about needing extra Benecol if I do this...
I've been out for coffee with friends and am now home enjoying some time to myself as Mr Nen is out until much later this evening. It is by turns overcast and sunny, but Consistently Cold.
I plan one of my favourite suppers - jacket potatoes with baked beans and grated cheese - and am looking forward to it already.
Meanwhile in other bread-related news I'm experimenting with no-knead bread. The initial mix is hanging about on the work surface. Later on I'll put it in the fridge and then bake it tomorrow.
I think we came to an agreement on what we are buying, at least I hope so as I've just ordered a new wok. We need the new pans and lighting for our new kitchen. None of our old pans will work with and induction hob, and we don't like the lights we inherited with the house so this is a good time to change them.
The lunch was large, so I don't think we'll be needing much in the way of tea.
Lunch was bread, cheese, olives and houmous. Mr Heavenly is making tea, which will be pork ribs and some fancy salad with black beans, avocado and feta.
Laundry has been laundered, and the bathroom given a rather overdue clean.
I also got a rather nice surprise in the post: something happened with what had been David's pension provider in Canada, and a quite respectable cheque has arrived. Unfortunately, it's written to him, so I think I'll have to consult one of my bosses to find out how to cash it in my name.
I've ruckled through all the paperwork to do with David's estate, and I think I have all the relevant bits, but knowing Canadian bureaucracy, I shan't be counting any chickens.
Now going to have a look at the Compline music again, and also the music for the Scottish Voices gig next week.
After Compline, supper will be something quick and easy with pasta.
Church this morning and I noticed that being part of a temporary "pop-up" group to cover the Lent material is making me feel a bit more connected with people I wouldn't otherwise interact with, as well as feeling more a part of things generally, somehow.
It remains Very Cold here. I have a chicken in the slow cooker for a roast meal later and am looking forward to that with a glass of wine, it being Sunday. I may have commented before that Mr Nen and I have been post-employment for quite a while now but I still revel in that Sunday evening feeling of enjoying a roast meal and some TV and no work tomorrow.
Tonight the culinary caravanserai stops off in the Caribbean. The chicken is marinating in onion, garlic, Scotch bonnet, coriander, cumin, paprika, thyme and nutmeg. At some stage it will be drizzled with honey and the gravy finished with rum. With fried plantain.
Quite a lazy day, as after the stroll to church and back via Waitrose to pick up the wok I ordered from John Lewis last night, I didn't do much this afternoon. This evening I made some stuffed flatbreads from a recipe in the Guardian this week. I didn't have much hopes of them, but they were actually rather nice.
Heading off to bed soon as I have a book I want to crack on with.
Ah - I'm sure every family has an "illness dinner". When I was a child it was Heinz mushroom soup - I still associate it with the smell and feel of my father's warm, heavy dressing gown under which I was tucked up on the sofa to be ill in comfort. In Mr Nen's family it was mashed potato and gravy, which is what it became with the Nenlets too. Unless the problem was an upset stomach, in which case it was dry toast and crackers.
Sunday evening roast, wine, dessert and chocolate duly consumed and I'm now heading for bed and book. I like the idea of a silent book club. If I'm not enjoying a current book club (I belong to two) book, often the only way to get it read is to head out for the morning to a café, or on a bus, with only that one book so it's all I have to read. Sometimes it's not even that I'm not enjoying the book - simply that at home there are so many other books I'd much rather be reading.
My bed-and-book is my reread for the Ship's current book group discussion.
Supper chez Piglet was a mushroom risotto.