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.
Far too charitable @North East Quine. How far away is she if you have to go a forcibly get her to drink? Isn't this the second time this has happened recently? Maybe she needs taking off to talk to the diabetes nurse or doctor at her practice to get a boot up the bum.
As for cheese. My husband's work gave us a rather lovely hamper as a wedding present. We lived in an upstairs flat with its own front door at the time. The cheese was relegated to a spot near the front door very promptly as it was far too smelly for the kitchen. As far as I remember it did get eaten rather quickly so that solved that problem.
I headed off to small town to the north for a service to commemorate those that served in the merchant navy during the first and second world wars this morning. A brief but moving service. This afternoon I've done some gardening and am now supposed to be writing a speech but I'm parting about on the internet instead.
She's 150 miles away @Sarasa, so I couldn't go to to forcibly get her to drink. My son is closer, but still a 40 minute drive away. We've had to dial 999 three times this year - they are brilliant. They send a paramedic in a car, or on a motorbike, so it's always been quick. It's not like waiting for an ambulance. The three 999 calls have been because she wasn't responding, and we dialled at 2.7 or 2.8. Can't praise the NHS paramedics enough.
This time I was on a videocall with her so I could see she was conscious, breathing and walking about, but her blood sugar was low enough to make her a bit spaced out, and distracted by her cat. Hence having to shout FOCUS! DRINK LUCOZADE! I was tempted to shout IGNORE THE F*****G CAT! but thought that might be a distraction in itself.
2.3 is scarily low.
Still feeling a bit wobbly - I think I get an adrenalin spike when this happens, and then feel the adrenalin drop afterwards.
Still feeling a bit wobbly - I think I get an adrenalin spike when this happens, and then feel the adrenalin drop afterwards.
You do. I've had exactly the same happen as a first aider - got my colleague into the arms of the ambulance service, filled in the report, suddenly felt like they had looked (ashen and clammy), and had an attack of the shakes myself.
Round of errands this morning - collect prescription, buy more Night Nurse, get fresh pasta - but principally, find fondue fuel. The enormous hardware shop that sells everything, sells everything but that. The little hardware shop that always had it, only stocks it in winter. So Mr Amazon it is - and if it doesn't arrive in time then I suppose that's hard cheese.
The tunnel to the centre of the earth has now moved past our door, though the road not resurfaced yet.
The cold has got to the violent coughing fits, so I hope not to be spitting pasta carbonara over the dinner table.
It was lovely to restart singing with the choral society last night but also stressful because of friction between the Chair and Librarian. So many messages flying around before and since, with Chair blaming Librarian, who has now decided to resign at the end of the season. Who would be on a Committee?
Church choir resumes tonight. Hoping for no friction there!
I'd like to announce that I have cracked the perfect coffee!
I have a very old bean to cup machine. (10 years!) The milk frother isn't quite as good as it used to be. So, for my birthday, my son bought me a little electric milk frother jug.
I make double shot coffee, put a little plain milk in it and then add the frothy stuff. Stir and enjoy. ☕
Then my dogs and I sit down to enjoy a biscuit each and I enjoy my coffee as well.
It's hot again (high 20s, going up to 30 over the weekend). I am very bored of this now.
Captain Pyjamas has gone back to school, and the house has been thoroughly cleaned. These two facts are not unrelated.
A trip to the market this morning has provided quetsches (a sort of plum). A tart is in the oven. Main course will be meagre (a fish similar to seabass).
I headed off to city to the east to pick up a couple of long-sleeved t-shirts from one of my favourite shops that has an emporium in said city. I had a bit of a mooch and picked up some vegan coleslaw from M&S for tonight's 'burger' dinner. Annoyingly they seem to have given up on most of their vegan range in that store as they had no vegan 'cheese'. Fortunately Waitrose is right next to the station so I picked some up on the way home. I then made 'cheese; toasties for lunch only to get a message from my husband who was volunteering in our local museum that someone hasn't turned up and he's doing the afternoon shift as well. I'm not at all sure how nice a cold toastie will be when he does get back.
I really need to get on with my speech for next week....
Another cloudy, windy day - though still mild at 70F - in Arkland the Dusty. The weekend is forecast to be warm and dry, so some Paint Ing might be attempted...
Meanwhile, Wash Ing is out, Hoover Ing has been started (there is more to do later), and Lunch is Cook Ing in the trusty Remoska. FISH CAKE (Haddock and Cheese) with CHIPS n'MUSHY PEAS.
I had to read A trip to the market this morning has provided quetsches (a sort of plum). A tart is in the oven. Main course will be meagre (a fish similar to seabass). twice, @la vie en rouge as my first thought was "well, you wouldn't want a large main course if there is Plum Tart for afters!
Up betimes as it is the day Wee Treasure comes and cleans. Displaced from my usual armchair I tackled a new pair of trouser that needed taking in and up. Reduced the waist with some unobtrusive pin tucks. Just remains to take up the hems - currently sized for someone 6' 6".
Dozed off in the afternoon despite the little steamroller outside scrolling back and forth over the newly-laid tarmac, bleeping on every reverse.
We're out of plum season and into apples from the parental Knotweeds. Still the small sharp ones, which I really like, plus Dad is juicing windfalls. Pears ripening...
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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.
Well done you, NEQ, and as I know, full thanks to you despite in laws lack if acknowledgement.
I'll certainly contact her later today, just to see how she's doing.
As for cheese. My husband's work gave us a rather lovely hamper as a wedding present. We lived in an upstairs flat with its own front door at the time. The cheese was relegated to a spot near the front door very promptly as it was far too smelly for the kitchen. As far as I remember it did get eaten rather quickly so that solved that problem.
I headed off to small town to the north for a service to commemorate those that served in the merchant navy during the first and second world wars this morning. A brief but moving service. This afternoon I've done some gardening and am now supposed to be writing a speech but I'm parting about on the internet instead.
This time I was on a videocall with her so I could see she was conscious, breathing and walking about, but her blood sugar was low enough to make her a bit spaced out, and distracted by her cat. Hence having to shout FOCUS! DRINK LUCOZADE! I was tempted to shout IGNORE THE F*****G CAT! but thought that might be a distraction in itself.
2.3 is scarily low.
Still feeling a bit wobbly - I think I get an adrenalin spike when this happens, and then feel the adrenalin drop afterwards.
You do. I've had exactly the same happen as a first aider - got my colleague into the arms of the ambulance service, filled in the report, suddenly felt like they had looked (ashen and clammy), and had an attack of the shakes myself.
The tunnel to the centre of the earth has now moved past our door, though the road not resurfaced yet.
The cold has got to the violent coughing fits, so I hope not to be spitting pasta carbonara over the dinner table.
Church choir resumes tonight. Hoping for no friction there!
BF - I know that story: it was on a tape (yes - that long ago) we had in the car. It was entitled Cheese in Transit and read by Ronnie Barker.
Another "meh" sort of day meteorologically: cloud and intermittent rain. Not horrendously busy at work though.
Supper was fishcakes and veggies.
I have a very old bean to cup machine. (10 years!) The milk frother isn't quite as good as it used to be. So, for my birthday, my son bought me a little electric milk frother jug.
I make double shot coffee, put a little plain milk in it and then add the frothy stuff. Stir and enjoy. ☕
Then my dogs and I sit down to enjoy a biscuit each and I enjoy my coffee as well.
(They have dog biscuits of course)
Captain Pyjamas has gone back to school, and the house has been thoroughly cleaned. These two facts are not unrelated.
A trip to the market this morning has provided quetsches (a sort of plum). A tart is in the oven. Main course will be meagre (a fish similar to seabass).
I really need to get on with my speech for next week....
Meanwhile, Wash Ing is out, Hoover Ing has been started (there is more to do later), and Lunch is Cook Ing in the trusty Remoska. FISH CAKE (Haddock and Cheese) with CHIPS n'MUSHY PEAS.
Dozed off in the afternoon despite the little steamroller outside scrolling back and forth over the newly-laid tarmac, bleeping on every reverse.
Shortly be time to go stuff an aubergine.
We don't buy much fruit this time of year