Only thing is, that was 2 days ago, and I still can't find the coffee pot. I 'must have' put it down somewhere. So clearly, there is the suggestion of rhyming slang in the title of this post.
In the meantime, I turned sixty. Surely, a coincidence?
Apart from that, I'm now basking in the joy of having received Plenty by Yotam Ottolenghi, and Neighbourhood, by Hetty McKinnon, for said birthday. And also the Angry Chef, by Anthony Warner, who writes about pseudoscience and fads around food. And how it makes him feel.
I am still following (Annabel) Crabb and (Leigh) Sales' hilarious Chat10 Looks3 podcasts, which have now expanded into a Facebook page/cult of the same name. Its actually a delightful, if full on, private but huge FB group, from which I have gained recipes, book recommendations and various other life hacks. Many participants have observed how different it is from other social media groups, as everyone is so NICE.