My coffee mug. I have it for more than 30 years and still use it regularly, even if not on a daily basis. I have obtained others through various means over the years but still hung onto it all this while. It doesn’t even have a chip or flaked off bits of it’s design.
I also have a hole puncher that my dad used as a young man. It’s probably close to 50 years or even more. It’s all rusted up now and doesn’t really see much use to be fair, but it still works for what it does.
From Australia, there’s Rake, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, and The Nowhere Boys, although for that last one only the first 2 seasons.
My current Australian obsession is Bluey.
Doc Martin, Merlin from the UK.
Murdoch Mysteries earlier seasons from Canada.
I also enjoyed a few Korean drama series like Misaeng.
And this is really old from Japan, but Bayside Shakedown drama was really fun.
Other Japanese dramas I liked include Proof of the Man, Aibou, and Shinzanmono. I love Japanese police dramas and mysteries.
I enjoyed cooking and baking as well as needle felting and crochet to make amigurumi toys.
I also liked to read, study languages and collect the odd die-cast model cars.
No longer as much since I rarely have time anymore, but I played piano and other keyboard instruments, and dabbled in drawing.
London Fields was one of the worst films I have seen that I can still remember off the top of my head. Nothing made any sense, and I can’t even remember anything about the film other than it being nothing more than one bizarre scene after another.
This must be what it is meant when they tell us we share 50% of DNA with a banana.
There’s Sabrina (1954) and Sabrina (1995), if you like a suggestion other than from supernatural/horror/sci-fi genres.
I am living with chronic vertigo. I don’t know if it counts as an illness, but having this condition has made day to day living rather difficult. I feel strange all the time, there’s this constant swaying sensation, my head feels like it is wrapped in layers of gauze and on really bad days even my vision appears clouded. I can’t stand for prolonged periods when even sitting down doing nothing much feels like a drag.
I appear outwardly fine though, and even my family members forget that some basic actions that they think nothing of no longer come with ease for me. Everything I do, even holding onto, say, a plate, when I am doing the dishes, I am doing it with utmost deliberate effort because the internal swaying sensations I feel have me thinking I am going to tip over any moment and I will end up dropping whatever I am holding.
Cooking is not necessary for overnight oats. I used steel cut myself, but the texture of these oats prepared this way may be chewier than you expect or are used to though, if you have always been heat-cooking them.
Just look up overnight oats and there are plenty of recipes and suggestions, some even using yogurt instead of milk. Here’s one from Martha Stewart for starters,
https://www.marthastewart.com/1524080/no-cook-overnight-oats
Overnight oats which you can prepare the night before. Soak some oats in milk and keep it in the fridge for at least 2 hours for the oats to soak up all the liquids. Toss in your favourite toppings, like freshly chopped fruits, or even some chocolate, and it’s ready to eat.
You mean it wasn’t already?
That was probably a Star Trek reference, not about Robert Kardashian.
I have a wall where I hang masks bought from my trips on vacation. A few other walls have landscape paintings and posters.
I still do. Most of my coffee consumption is instant, but I am not particular about coffee so long it doesn’t taste bad.
Kiwi.