Not a huge amount of difference, but if there is any nuance, I'd say mosey is a little more active, mooch is a bit more passive. So I might mosey round the shops but mooch about at home.
This week has been learning the value of functioning intercostal muscles, after I strained some last week. Hiccuping feels like being stabbed, coughing like being punched, walking like being squeezed in the ribs and standing & sitting takes about 10 seconds of slow agony.
As a bonus, though, when I got my food shop delivered, they gave me an extra packet of croissants by mistake. I've reported it and the supermarket basically said "[thanks for telling us, we don't care, enjoy]".
I enjoy a good mooch, usually around a shop, just having a look around with no particular aim. I don’t think I’ve ever moseyed.
Had my last day of the summer holidays looking after youngest grandson. I really will miss our days together though he wears me out!
My Pilates session has been cancelled tomorrow, so if it’s dry I plan to prune Daughter Erin’s lavender hedge; a job I usually do around her wedding anniversary which is next week. 20 years!
I use both mosey and mooch. For me, they are practically interchangeable, but mosey has a slight air of curiosity, exploring, whereas mooch seems less purposeful.
I'm inclined towards Sipech's definitions of mooch and mosey: the former done at home, the latter with at least a slight sense of direction and/or purpose.
@Nenya - I did remember about my optician's appointment, but as I was a bit whelmed at work (and one of my colleagues was on holiday, meaning we were a bit understaffed), I cancelled it and will re-book next time I'm passing.
@Firenze - glad to hear you're feeling a bit better, and Mr F got his phone back.
ION, Tessie's must have heard my complaint about squitty little grapes: the ones I bought yesterday would pass for only slightly undernourished plums.
I rarely use mosey, I definitely mooch.
Unlike @sipech, half my grocery order was missing this morning. The guy said it was due to problems with the chilled items but dried pasta and fabric conditioner were missing too. Rather annoying but we can manage for a couple of days, specially as my husband volunteers on an eco-farm and came home with various fresh fruit and veg.
I had a hair appointment early on and then went to meet some friends at the cafe near the leisure centre. I usually do that walk with no problem but my painful hip meant I took fifteen minutes longer than usual to do the walk and I happily accepted a lift home.
I have a fairly lazy day planned for tomorrow, but various things that need sorting as well as a pile of ironing to do.
Mooch was used when a teenage son was tracking down sustenance in the kitchen, specifically in the fridge: we lost a lot of tomorrow’s dinners that way. They have left home but the grandsons now fulfil this role.
Mosey more for a pointless ramble, typically around town with no purchase in mind, but rarely ending without expense.
We have just arrived back from Greenbelt which was Very Muddy Indeed.
Lunch will be fresh baguette with copious amounts of cheese.
I hope those with colds are better soon.
Twas quite muddy, but mostly dry during the day. Definitely a wellies experience. I did wonder if other Shippies might be there, but we didn’t want to make very firm plans to meet people until we’d sussed out the programme, and signal on site was not good enough to do much arranging once we were there. It was my third Greenbelt - 1981, 2025, and 2026, and now a fallow year.
Mooch was used when a teenage son was tracking down sustenance in the kitchen, specifically in the fridge: we lost a lot of tomorrow’s dinners that way.
In my book that's not a mooch - that's a raid!
To me, mooch and mosey have similar meanings but I only really use the former, to mean ambling about without a particular purpose in mind, but in a positive way.
Yesterday evening I saw some friends of ours that were at Greenbelt and they said the same about the weather @BroJames - muddy but mostly ok during the day, and they would rather have had that than the baking hot weather. We've never been and do wonder whether we're missing something important.
It's all happening at Casa Nen this morning - Mr Sainz Breeze has Obliged and helpfully had everything I asked for. The Jolly Solar Panels Installer has arrived to put the skirts on the new solar panels, these are for aesthetic reasons and also to stop the pigeons nesting under them and he cheerfully informed us he's never used these particular ones before so I am not filled with confidence. We also await delivery of two new chairs for our "snug" room and I'll be heading out in around half an hour to make use of the excellent mobile library which comes to the village every fortnight. We also await a Visitation from the Vicar, around Coffee Time.
With an online meeting this evening and needing to put the green bin out I am not sure I can keep up the pace.
Bins - there's a thought: I wonder if ours have been emptied? The JCB is now chomping up the tarmac outside the window, so the Grand Canyon of trenches is keeping any other traffic away. The fish van man will have to do deliveries on foot.
Mr F, having contracted the cold as well, is intending to postpone his vaccination appointment. Nor is it a day to tempt you out, being both damp and chilly.
Our town is in chaos today as a different but central section of the main road is being resurfaced. Buses respond promptly to the changing situations but communications are nil. I’m not sure that the Thursday market will happen tomorrow.
Meanwhile emails are flying around the choir committee about the last minute changes the Chair has unilaterally introduced just before our first session tonight.
We neither mosey nor mooch, but we do pootle.
Darllenwr is off next week and we’re planning to go to the steam Gala at the Welshpool and Llanfair steam railway on Saturday. We are going to be meeting a friend at Litchfield on Tuesday and having a small ship meet at Wells on Wednesday. If any other shipmates are available, you are welcome to join us!
Mrs BF and I travelled on the Welshpool & Llanfair many years ago (1977, I think!), which makes one realise how some of these heritage lines have been going for a very long time.
ION, a day of Clouds, Light Rain, and occasional Sun-Shine in Arkland the Fickle, though I suppose it's traditional September weather. Neighbour S and I have been to Tess Coe, so we're both well-stocked up on BEER Essentials for a while.
Ironing was done and I went into town with the aim of visiting a new fruit and veg stall and an artisan craft place. Got some strawberries from the former, but the later was annoyingly closed. My meeting this afternoon was cancelled as there wasn't much on the agenda so we sorted out a few things by email which was useful. I have totally failed to make much progress with a speech for the weekend after next, maybe when the deadline draws closer I'll get some inspiration.
It has been rather damp and not very warm all day, but our grass is now looking so much better than it did a fortnight ago.
It was Very Wet as I was going to work, but had eased off by lunchtime, so a nice amble to Tessie's was had, to address the lack of red WINE (!) and acquire a large POTATO, which was later baked and filled with the last of the chilli, and topped with CHEESE for supper.
Having started the day with a shedload of voice files, I was well chuffed to leave my in-floor quite empty. It helps that at the moment, three of the bosses aren't in on Wednesdays.
It was raining again by the time I was going home, but not with quite such enthusiasm.
First commute back into the office since I returned from holiday. Why oh why did I happen to pick the seat where the guy who sat next to me hadn't washed in a week? I've got another 40 minutes to go and am near choking on his BO, but am far too polite to get up and move to another carriage.
I recall being invited to a Bastille Day party a few years back: host requested bring French wine & cheese. Found some Pont L’Eveque at the local cheeserie & had the great pleasure of observing the evacuation of my end of the carriage during the 20 km journey to the genteel Upper North Shore of Sinny ( on a chilly July evening).
First commute back into the office since I returned from holiday. Why oh why did I happen to pick the seat where the guy who sat next to me hadn't washed in a week? I've got another 40 minutes to go and am near choking on his BO, but am far too polite to get up and move to another carriage.
Breathe in through the mouth and out through the nose. It helps a lot in stinky situations.
I spent a lot of time in younger days cleaning up human shit ( paediatric and adult; the former 25% unpaid as the shitters were my offspring). Breath-holding beyond 15 mins is my limit.
Social workers in the main are spared the worst of bodily stinks. My heart goes out to those whose job entails the removal of (very) dead bodies from homes especially in high summer.
My personal experience ( mother, nurse and doctor) was that best result was surical mask saturated in orange oil; I won’t entertain you regarding the circumstances regarding that particular remedy). Agree that if in train next to smelly petson best to get up and move.
In Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K Jerome relates how he brought a very ripe and aromatic Cheese home from Liverpool (IIRC), by train. He enjoyed an undisturbed journey, with no-one else sitting in his compartment, though some attempted entry, and were discouraged by the presence of the Cheese...
Mrs JKJ objected to the Cheese, threatening to take herself and the children to live in an Hotel, so JKJ eventually buried it on a beach, and records that people flocked to that watering-place for years afterwards, owing to the strong and bracing air.
I need a stiff drink, but I might be driving later, so coffee and cake it is.
My sister-in-law's diabetic alarm went off at 10am. When I video called she was in bed, said she hadn't slept well and was having a lie-in. She took jelly babies. At 12 noon it went off again, I video called again, she was still in bed and told me she was ok. I couldn't work out whether she was half-asleep, or confused. So I started shouting at her to GET UP! and let me watch her drinking lucozade. She puttered through to the kitchen, then said she needed to feed the cat! I was shouting DRINK LUCOZADE! NOW! By the time she started drinking it her blood was down to a terrifying 2.3, and I was swithering about dialling 999. I watched her till her blood was back up to 4.2.
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This week has been learning the value of functioning intercostal muscles, after I strained some last week. Hiccuping feels like being stabbed, coughing like being punched, walking like being squeezed in the ribs and standing & sitting takes about 10 seconds of slow agony.
As a bonus, though, when I got my food shop delivered, they gave me an extra packet of croissants by mistake. I've reported it and the supermarket basically said "[thanks for telling us, we don't care, enjoy]".
Had my last day of the summer holidays looking after youngest grandson. I really will miss our days together though he wears me out!
My Pilates session has been cancelled tomorrow, so if it’s dry I plan to prune Daughter Erin’s lavender hedge; a job I usually do around her wedding anniversary which is next week. 20 years!
@Nenya - I did remember about my optician's appointment, but as I was a bit whelmed at work (and one of my colleagues was on holiday, meaning we were a bit understaffed), I cancelled it and will re-book next time I'm passing.
@Firenze - glad to hear you're feeling a bit better, and Mr F got his phone back.
ION, Tessie's must have heard my complaint about squitty little grapes: the ones I bought yesterday would pass for only slightly undernourished plums.
Unlike @sipech, half my grocery order was missing this morning. The guy said it was due to problems with the chilled items but dried pasta and fabric conditioner were missing too. Rather annoying but we can manage for a couple of days, specially as my husband volunteers on an eco-farm and came home with various fresh fruit and veg.
I had a hair appointment early on and then went to meet some friends at the cafe near the leisure centre. I usually do that walk with no problem but my painful hip meant I took fifteen minutes longer than usual to do the walk and I happily accepted a lift home.
I have a fairly lazy day planned for tomorrow, but various things that need sorting as well as a pile of ironing to do.
Mosey more for a pointless ramble, typically around town with no purchase in mind, but rarely ending without expense.
In my book that's not a mooch - that's a raid!
To me, mooch and mosey have similar meanings but I only really use the former, to mean ambling about without a particular purpose in mind, but in a positive way.
Yesterday evening I saw some friends of ours that were at Greenbelt and they said the same about the weather @BroJames - muddy but mostly ok during the day, and they would rather have had that than the baking hot weather. We've never been and do wonder whether we're missing something important.
It's all happening at Casa Nen this morning - Mr Sainz Breeze has Obliged and helpfully had everything I asked for. The Jolly Solar Panels Installer has arrived to put the skirts on the new solar panels, these are for aesthetic reasons and also to stop the pigeons nesting under them and he cheerfully informed us he's never used these particular ones before so I am not filled with confidence. We also await delivery of two new chairs for our "snug" room and I'll be heading out in around half an hour to make use of the excellent mobile library which comes to the village every fortnight. We also await a Visitation from the Vicar, around Coffee Time.
With an online meeting this evening and needing to put the green bin out I am not sure I can keep up the pace.
Mr F, having contracted the cold as well, is intending to postpone his vaccination appointment. Nor is it a day to tempt you out, being both damp and chilly.
Meanwhile emails are flying around the choir committee about the last minute changes the Chair has unilaterally introduced just before our first session tonight.
Darllenwr is off next week and we’re planning to go to the steam Gala at the Welshpool and Llanfair steam railway on Saturday. We are going to be meeting a friend at Litchfield on Tuesday and having a small ship meet at Wells on Wednesday. If any other shipmates are available, you are welcome to join us!
ION, a day of Clouds, Light Rain, and occasional Sun-Shine in Arkland the Fickle, though I suppose it's traditional September weather. Neighbour S and I have been to Tess Coe, so we're both well-stocked up on BEER Essentials for a while.
Lunch is a nice GAMMON STEAK n'CHIPS.
It has been rather damp and not very warm all day, but our grass is now looking so much better than it did a fortnight ago.
Having started the day with a shedload of voice files, I was well chuffed to leave my in-floor quite empty. It helps that at the moment, three of the bosses aren't in on Wednesdays.
It was raining again by the time I was going home, but not with quite such enthusiasm.
I recall being invited to a Bastille Day party a few years back: host requested bring French wine & cheese. Found some Pont L’Eveque at the local cheeserie & had the great pleasure of observing the evacuation of my end of the carriage during the 20 km journey to the genteel Upper North Shore of Sinny ( on a chilly July evening).
Breathe in through the mouth and out through the nose. It helps a lot in stinky situations.
But worth it!
My hedgehog shifts at the rescue are all morning and I'm cleaning out pooey pens. I apply this technique. 🙂
For something like a smelly commuter where it's not my job to be polite, I'd just move carriages.
My personal experience ( mother, nurse and doctor) was that best result was surical mask saturated in orange oil; I won’t entertain you regarding the circumstances regarding that particular remedy). Agree that if in train next to smelly petson best to get up and move.
Mrs JKJ objected to the Cheese, threatening to take herself and the children to live in an Hotel, so JKJ eventually buried it on a beach, and records that people flocked to that watering-place for years afterwards, owing to the strong and bracing air.
My sister-in-law's diabetic alarm went off at 10am. When I video called she was in bed, said she hadn't slept well and was having a lie-in. She took jelly babies. At 12 noon it went off again, I video called again, she was still in bed and told me she was ok. I couldn't work out whether she was half-asleep, or confused. So I started shouting at her to GET UP! and let me watch her drinking lucozade. She puttered through to the kitchen, then said she needed to feed the cat! I was shouting DRINK LUCOZADE! NOW! By the time she started drinking it her blood was down to a terrifying 2.3, and I was swithering about dialling 999. I watched her till her blood was back up to 4.2.
Still feel shaky.