The journey from hell.

Well, not quite – but not much fun!

Coming home from Convention, I had prebooked all my tickets:

  • Waterloo to Brussels Midi
  • Brussels to Lyon Part Dieu (a two part ticket, Brussels to Paris Nord, Paris Gare de Lyon to Lyon Part Dieu)
  • Lyon Part Dieu to Roanne

There was 55 minutes to get from Paris Nord (arrival 14.05)  to Gare de Lyon (departure 14.59), with the SNCF site assuring me that the journey was 10 minutes, with trains every 10 to 15 minutes. It could be a bit tight, but do-able.

A group of us were on the first train, but in fact, we were going from another station, not Waterloo. We went from Braine-l’Alleud which was nearer to the church. We caught the train, and there were ticket inspectors checking the tickets. I ‘fessed up immediately, and after some humming and hahing, they let me off the extra 40 cents or so difference “because you had been honest” !

Arriving at Brussels Midi there was a notice saying the Paris train would be delayed by 40 minutes. Eeep. Thankfully, by the time we got to the platform, this notice had disappeared, so it left exactly as advertised. So far, so good. I relaxed, listened to a podcast and looked forward to a straightforward journey.

I got to Paris Nord, found the RER station, bought my ticket and arrived on the platform at 14.18. Calculating in my head (“40 minutes to go. Fifteen minute wait plus 10 minute journey leaves me 15 minutes at the other end to find the platform…Should be OK”) I looked at the departures board. Prochaine train 25 minutes it read. WHAT?! Next train in 25 minutes?! What about “train every 10 to 15 minutes”?! Mad calculations now going on in my head, I paced nervously on the station platform. One gentleman kept eying me up with a concerned look: I wonder if he thought I was a suicide bomber trying to get up the nerve to do the dreadful deed? At 14.37 the train rolled in, and hordes of people pushed to get on – it took at least 3 minutes to squeeze everyone on, and the automatic doors kept closing and opening as someone somewhere obviously got caught up and stopped them from closing.

The train got to Paris Gare de Lyon at 14.50. 7 minutes to find the platform (as they close the gates 2 minutes before departure) I raced as quickly as I could – unfit and with a gammy knee (or two) – from the RER station, to the departures board. Hall 1 for departure – where the f*** is that? Ask someone, race up the slope, look around frantically, run (well, walk as quickly as I could) along a concourse heaving with people walking slowly with their pull along luggage getting in my way, finally find Hall 1, hear a whistle and see a train pulling out. Yes, you’ve guessed it…

I found the queue for the Ticket Office, which was huge, and phoned Mr FD to let him know what had happened. The queue moved slowly and after about 15 minutes I was given a ticket number 427, to wait for a desk to become free. The automatic counter was on ticket number 402. By now I had forgotten that I’d taken out insurance against missed trains (d’oh!) and was thinking how I could get home the cheapest way possible.

Mr FD phoned and said if I went to Bercy station (850 m away) I could get a ticket to Vichy for 35€ and he’d pick me up. So I abandoned the ticket waiting queue and trundled my luggage to Bercy station, to the automatic ticket machine. Most of which were not working. I found one that was working, typed in the details. “Train full. Next train tomorrow morning” it laughed at me. Phoned Mr FD who realised that the following train had been cancelled and so two trainloads of people were getting on one train so that’s why there were no spaces.

Back I went to Gare de Lyon, where I tried to exchange my ticket at an automatic machine but it refused. Tired, confused and more than a bit stressed, I paid out 105€ for another ticket to Lyon. I probably should have gone back to the Ticket Office to explain my plight but I was beyond thinking straight by now. I got on the train, made a mess opf sitting down (I couldn’t find anywhere for my luggage, I knocked over someone’s drink…) and finally got seated. I got into conversation with the people opposite, as Mr FD was texting me about the last train from Lyon to Roanne, and would I make it…? We worked out I’d have 12 minutes, and a bloke on the train said this would be fine, Part Dieu wasn’t very big…

When we arrived, there was a fast train to Roanne that had been held up, and was leaving 5 minutes late. The helpful man thought I should get that, so practically dragged me through Part Dieu to the right platform. I got to the train, but the doors were closed. I hit the “Open” button, even though it wasn’t lit up, and nothing happened, except that the guard of the train, on the other side of the door, shook her head and made a “Tough Titty” kind of face. But then, miracle of miracles, the doors hissed open and I fell into the carriage. I can only assume the driver saw me in his mirror and took pity on me.

“You’re very lucky,” said the guard, slightly disappointed.

“I know”, I replied and collapsed into the first empty seat I found.

Mr FD was there at Roanne to pick me up – and (because I’d left myself a big gap in Lyon, and planned to take a slower train to Roanne) I actually got home at the same time as I would have done! I was just a lot more stressed!!

I’ve applied to SNCF for a reimbursement, as there wasn’t enough time between the two Paris stations to catch the second train – it was sold to me as one journey – but as I didn’t go through the proper channels I may not be lucky. We shall see. If not, I’m hoping Church might be able to give me a bit of the money, as I didn’t cost them anything going to Waterloo (as I’d gone up in Nick & Pippa’s car) Church will reimburse the hotel & the travel costs, but as the 105€ was extra, they may not be up for giving me that. We’re not rolling in money, so it may be too much for them.

But it certainly wasn’t the stressfree relaxing journey I’d planned.

Yeah, right…

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What I ate in Waterloo

Kezzie said she likes food posts so I thought I’d tell you what I ate in Waterloo. (ETA, it’s turned into What I did in Waterloo, rather than just food. But that’s OK)

Nick & Pippa met me in Ikea car park – I had had lunch with Friends Cathy & Richard, enjoying the infamous Ikea meatballs, followed by their Dime cake

 
Then we drove from Clermont Ferrand to Waterloo – thankfully, all I had to do was sit in the back of the car, as it was a long journey, taking us about 10 hours. We stopped briefly for a coffee, and then for a sandwich, but nothing terribly exciting, food-wise. We finally arrived at the hotel at about 11.15 pm and fell into bed.

It was a great selection at breakfast – different bread and cakes, fruit, fruit salad, hot things (sausages, scrambled egg, baked beans), boiled eggs, meat and cheese, belgian waffles to make, a selection of honey, jam and other spreads. I had an egg, some bread and cheese spread and a bowl of fruit salad. Plus juice and coffee of course!

Nick drove us to All Saints’ Church, where the convention was taking place, and we registered, collecting the goody bags (not terribly goody-filled, but we weren’t there for the booty!) and hung around aimlessly for a while. We also chose the restaurant we wanted to go to that evening – a choice between an Italian, a brasserie, an Indian and a Thai restaurant. Feeling a bit shy, I decided to stick with Nick & Pippa, who chose the Thai.

Then we headed across the road to the big Carrefour for a coffee and a cross between a pain au raisin and a Danish Pastry. Eating healthily, hey, Fat Dormouse? I bought a wrap and a cereal bar, as I wasn’t sure whether I’d get peckish mid afternoon, and we went back to the church.

Convention started with various matters of business. The chicken-and-bacon wrap was consumed at about 16h, during the coffee break. Eucharist followed, and then we went back to the hotel to get changed, and to meet up to go to the restaurant. It was about a 15 minute walk from the hotel.

I can’t remember the name of what I had, but it was very delicious, involving duck and red curry sauce. I was the only person who wrote down what they had ordered, so I got my meal with no confusion at all. Others were unsure what they’d ordered and so who knows if they received the correct meals?! “Was mine with minced chicken?” “I think mine was green curry?” etc etc.  Nick, Pippa & I left quite early as we were still very tired.

Friday was a big day, as this was the day we started the ballots for our new Bishop-in-Charge…I chose the same breakfast (plus a pain au chocolat) and Nick drove us up to the church. We’d decided to miss Morning Prayer, just to give ourselves plenty of recuperation time. Pippa, as a non voting spouse, took the option of going on the Battlefield tour (which she said was interesting but exhausting) but Nick & I were fully involved. The ballots were interspersed with other business, reports and so forth, so it was an interesting and informative morning. About 30 minutes after each vote had been cast, Felicity, one of the tellers (vote counters) from All Saints, would come silently into the room and hand a folded piece of paper to the Bishop, who would then wait for a break in the proceedings to announce the results. My preferred candidate, and another, dropped out after the first two ballots – I think it’s a shame, as I suspect Steven’s votes would have grown during the following “battle”, but there you go…

Lunch was provided by the Church catering team – delicious soups (choice of four – pumpkin, carrot and lentil, tomato with meatballs, tomato. I had the pumpkin and it was yummy.), with various quiches and salads – and deep, intense conversations were carried out as we compared our thoughts on the two remaining candidates. Interestingly, while the votes were close, it was clear that the majority of the clergy preferred one candidate and the majority of the laity preferred the other.

The afternoon session opened with prayer, and then further ballots, and other business. Still neither candidate was receiving a majority in both the clergy and laity vote, so there was some discussion regarding how this might be resolved…The Bishop finally said he would take advice overnight, but not to worry, as these things could go to more than 10 ballots and we had to simply pray,and to be open, and to trust that the Holy Spirit would guide us . The session closed, and we headed back to the hotel to rest, to opnder and to get changed for the Bishop’s Banquet.

This time of rest gave me an occasion to consider. With my preferred candidate out of the running, I’d actually been dithering between the two remaining: which should I choose? I’d heard people’s views, and had been flip-flopping between the two candadates, half thinking I shouldn’t keep changing my mind. But Paul Gordon could offer this….But Mark can help us do that….In my deliberations, one of them was winning on the “Taking the Convocation Forward” front, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite seeming less exciting, one was more “right” than the other. Finally, as I thought about the two of them (both great candidates) I had a sense of peace about the one I’d voted for last. Don’t worry if he doesn’t seem quite “right”, the Spirit seemed to say, “Trust me.” So I did. I voted for this candidate in the rest of the ballots.

Feeling at peace, I had a short snooze and then got changed for the Bishop’s Banquet (Dress: elegant) It was in a rather nice function room/restaurant, about a 20 minutes coach ride away. We had some glasses of fizzies before the meal, and then several little amuses bouches– roast beef on horse radish cream, salmon on avocado, gazpacho etc. – while a talented acapella group sang various folk songs. After there was a choice of seafood, Thai or “Mediterranean” cooking. I’m always slightly dubious about shellfish and so on, and I’d had Thai food the night before,  so I went for the mediterranean – moussaka, and various cold vegetable dishes. Enjoyable, but nothing special.

The Bishop gave his speech, and gave out awards – always a bit emotional – to those who had done particularly good work through the year. Followed by dessert (several delicious cakes to choose from – I went for raspberry) and coffee, we headed home in the coaches at about 23h.

It seemed important to go to Morning Prayer on Saturday, so we had a quicker breakfast than the past couple of days, and headed to church. The service was led by Revd Katie Osweiler, the curate at the church. She had just had some terrible news that a friend and neighbour back in the US had been killed outside his house. She was trying to process the news as well as lead us in worship, so, as you can imagine, it was an emotional service.

The spouses went off for a day in Brussels, while we then headed into the next round of ballots, which was still a stalemate. So Bishop Pierre suggested we took a long coffee break and spoke to as many people as we could, outlining what we saw as the good points of both candidates. We were not trying to convince people of our view, but rather trying to discern which we felt was the right person; I was happy to stick with what I felt I was being led to do. So after coffee break we went in to the next ballot (N° 7) – result: another stale mate, with the laity majority for one, and the clergy majority for another, but with a significant movement in the clergy vote.

Time for lunch – again, prepared by the Church hospitality team, we had tacos and tortillas with all the trimmings. Over lunch much discussion ensued, but also time for some relaxation. Nick went outside “to watch the cars go past”, I hadn’t had much time to eat as I had to help Richard, the secretary, prepare a paper for the afternoon session.I would have liked to have gone back for more lunch, but didn’t have time!!

We had the next ballot, and Denis our Treasurer gave his report…I always find budgets very difficult to get my head round, but other people asked insightful questions and the time passed relatively quickly. When all the tellers trooped back into the room, instead of just Felicity, we knew that a result had been reached. Mark Edington had been elected. The press release read thus:

The Rev. Mark D.W. Edington of the Diocese of Massachusetts has been elected the next Bishop in Charge of the Convocation of Episcopal Churches in Europe. He was elected on the eighth ballot on October 20, 2018. The election took place during the annual Convention of the Convocation in All Saints Church in Waterloo Belgium. 

Our Profound Thanks

The Convocation of Episcopal Churches in Europe expresses its profound thanks to The Rev. Canon Paul-Gordon Chandler, The Rev. Steven Paulikas, and The Very Rev. Dr. Benjamin Shambaugh for offering themselves as nominees in this Bishop election process as we discerned the direction and future of the Convocation. We thank their families, and their parish and ministry families for their support and prayers during this process. We ask God’s richest blessings on their continuing work in the Lord’s vineyard.

It was rather difficult to concentrate after that, especially as the Bishop was the one who phoned Mark – and had him on speakerphone held next to the microphone so we could hear his reaction. Which was measured, and considered, and humble. A murmur of appreciation ran round the room on hearing it. One of the priests who had been voting for Paul Gordon, rather than Mark, gave a brief speech, emphasising that while he, and others who were disappointed, were 100% behind Mark they still needed time to deal with their feelings and please could people be sensitive to the fact that there were people in the room who were not in an ebullient mood. Which, I’d like to think, everyone was.

Business continued, while others more techie than I set up a Skype call with Mark (who, by this time, had been awake over in the US, for more than 36 hours, waiting for the results – as after every ballot the candidates had been phoned with the results) Here he is addressing the Convention

Finally, the end of a long day was reached. Although there was Evening Prayer planned, several of us felt too tired to attend, so we went back to the hotel. I dozed for a while, but then felt really rather hungry (having missed out on seconds at lunch time) So I took my drawing materials, went to the bar and had a beer and a packet of crisps and some complementary peanuts; I sat in a quiet corner for an hour zentangling and thinking and decontracting.

Nick drove us back to All Saints where a caterer and the Hospitality team, had prepared another excellent meal…I ended up sitting on a table with people I didn’t know very well, but by now it was OK. I felt much more at ease than at the beginning of the Convention. We started with “fish three ways” – a mackerel paté, a tomato stuffed with tiny shrimps, and a piece of salmon in sauce – which was lovely. Then there was a choice of pork in a Kriek beer sauce (cherry) or Chicken Waterzooi (a rich stew and soup of chicken or fish, vegetables, cream and eggs). I’m afraid I had a helping of both; I think I preferred the pork, but it was a close run thing. Vegetarian options were available. Dessert was a choice of more delicious cakes – again, I chose a raspberry/vanilla concoction.

Then we were led upstairs, where Felicity had set up a slide show of some of the creative arts that had taken place throughout the Convocation, and announced the creation of the  Whalon Fund for the Creative Arts – our “gift” to Pierre, our outgoing Bishop. Pierre was very touched.

Soon after, Nick, Pippa and I headed back to the hotel, although I believe dancing went on well into the night. I met Caireen, our rector’s wife, at the bar and we decided to have a quiet, relaxing nightcap…Sadly, because of an upset person (I can’t say more) it turned into a less-than-relaxing counselling session, but I hope that we were able to do some good. I got to bed at about half past midnight!

On Sunday it was the closing Eucharist, but before church I wanted to buy some flowers for the person who had been very upset the evening before. I’d already noticed a florists not too far from the hotel, on our travels up and down the road to the church, so I checked what time it opened and scooted out to get them. I was able to buy a sweet little bouquet which could be popped into a little carrier bag that I had, so as not to be obvious. I think the recipient was grateful.

The Eucharist was an emotional, triumphant, delightful affair which touched me a great deal. Lunch was again provided afterwards, and then we dispersed for our various destinations all over Europe.

My journey home was not, however, as relaxing as I had hoped. But, as this has already gone on far too long, I’ll tell you about that another time!

P’toui!

A couple of weeks back I posted that Pomme had to have tablets for her heart for the rest of her life. Giving them to her has been stressful for both her and us – we tried wrapping her like a burrito, but she escaped; we tried hiding it in food, but she ate round it…finally we found the best way was coating the tablet in butter, then with Mr FD behind the sofa, me holding her against the back and trying to keep her paws in order (as she clung to the back of the sofa) Mr FD would force her mouth open, dropping it to the back of her throat, holding her mouth closed and stroking her throat.

Although this was upsetting her, it seemed to be the most successful way of getting her pills down. Until we were tidying up yesterday, ready for Friends Cathy & Richard coming for a meal, when I found a stash of two tablets under the cushion, and then later another one hidden in the corner of the sofa! The little minx had been spitting them out later.

Then, yesterday, I found a pot of chicken livers for 1€, so I thought this would be a nice treat for the Poor Cats. I was cutting up the liver and – as usual – Pomme was there, watching my every move, hoping for a titbit to be offered. As she hadn’t had her pill that day, I thought about trying to hide it in a morsel of liver, which I did. Pomme ate the liver, and spat out the tablet….so I tried again…Same result. But meanwhile the pill was getting slightly soggy and liver-y so I tried again (offering morsels of unadulterated liver betweentimes) and this time – SUCCESS!! The pill went down unnoticed. Offered another piece of liver to make sure she’d eaten it, Pomme ate that too.

So this morning, having not given all the chicken livers to the cats last night, I did the same thing – made the tablet a bit soggy with liver juice, popped it inside slits in morsels of liver, picked it out when refused, put inside next bit etc etc until it went down unnoticed! As liver isn’t great for cats we can’t give her too much, but as it seems a good way to get the tablets into her, we may continue with the method.

I think this is Pomme’s modus operandi:

Nostalgia

When I lived in Milton Keynes I was heavily into Amateur Dramatics, with the Stantonbury Campus Theatre Company. This was formed and directed by Roy Nevitt for a long time, and we produced some fantastic Community Theatre.

Yesterday I was trying to think of who I should listen to on Spotify (as I tried to motivate myself to tidy up my desk a little) and I saw the category label “Folk” – which reminded me of the Cock and Bull Band, who played French/English folk for many of the Community theatre productions that I took part in, not least the amazing run that we did of Tony Harrison’s Mystery plays.

Nativity was produced at Christmas 1989 (I think) – I was stage hand for this, as I had only just finished a run as Rita, in “Educating Rita”

Passion was the following Easter. I was general crowd, with various small speaking parts.

Doomsday was the autumn after – in this I played Beelzebub, plus various smaller parts.

All with a run of about 10 nights each; all utterly amazing!

The Cock & Bull band played their inimitable style of music for each show, and listening yesterday took me to my computer to see if I could find any information about the Mysteries…Nothing, save a brief mention in the interview linked to above. I suppose the early 90s were a time before things were habitually filmed and uploaded onto YouTube, or photos posted on Facebook. We may have some actual photos somewhere – and I know we have a souvenir programme squirrelled away, but I’m not sure where – but it’s hard to find anything else….But I still have the Spotify Cock and Bull music to remind me!

Jean Pierre Rasle, the French bagpiper in the group, used many French folk tunes in their repetoire; one I particularly remember was used for the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Dancers hemd hands and wove their way around Adam and Eve, with a fairly simple Morris dancing step. A few years later Mr FD and I were at a Medieval festival (I mentioned it in this post) tucking into our al fresco meal, when we heard the band strike up exactly the same tune. Mr FD had to hold me down so that I wouldn’t get up and start bobbing and weaving my way around!

This isn’t the tune, but it was used (I think) in one of the shows. We used to have this album – it has got lost. I really should try and get it. It holds so many memories as it was the one produced after the Mysteries.

Appreciation

I used to read a blog, written by “Betty the Wod Fairy” who did beautiful paintings. It was a gentle, spiritual, slightly whimsical blog, but somehow it slipped off my radar and I forgot about it.

Today, following links from other people’s blogs, I came across her new blog, Wood Fairy

Something she wrote really resonated with me – I hope she doesn’t mind me quoting it:

We are a happy little family, all working different hours/shift patterns, so disorganised, the oven is always on at weird times as it’s someones dinner time and someone elses breakfast! The beds are never made and the house is not as tidy as I would like, there’s a mountains of ironing and cat fur everwhere! But we know the important things: eating well, sleeping well, making sure everyone knows they are loved and appreciated – preferably daily, not worrying about the things we cannot change and… counting our blessings.

While my little family eats at the same time, and keeps the same waking/sleeping hours, rather than having different meals at the same time, I loved Betty’s words for reminding me that being perfect is not really the aim of the game. Loving, laughing and nurturing – THEY are the most important things.

I really appreciated the pizza evening that my friends organised for my birthday last night. It was a great time.

A new Bishop!!

I’m back from Convention (with a cold!) It was good, but emotionally charged…Finally, after 8 ballots we have elected a new Bishop-in-Charge for the Convocation of the Episcopal Church in Europe.

The Revd Mark D. Edington

Rector, Saint John’s Church, Newtonville, Massachusetts, USA, and Director, Amherst College Press

While he wasn’t my first choice, I am very happy with Mark’s appointment. Of course, we grieve over the loss of the exciting ways and places the other candidates could have led us, but we all look forward to the places that Mark will guide us to. His consecration will be held in April at the Cathedral in Paris.

This linkis to a sermon he recently gave in which he mentions the Convocation…we like it. A lot. It shows, I think, that he has some understanding of the unique position the Convocation has…

 

Eating well?

Hmm, maybe not!

I left you with what we’d eaten up until Saturday 6th October. Our next week went like this:

SUNDAY: Breakfast: Yoghurt & fruit

Lunch: Smoked salmon paté, soup, 1 slice toast. The soup was fridge bottom soup – using up lots of wrinkly vegetables from the fridge.

Dinner: Spanish pork, jacket potato, vegetables. The Spanish pork was something from the freezer; it wasn’t very SW friendly, and contained rice, but Mr FD still cooked a jacket potato too! I can’t remember what vegetable we had. I probably had an apple .

MONDAY: Breakfast: Yoghurt & fruit

Lunch: Soup, smoked salmon pate.

Dinner: Bean burgers, sweet potato wedges and salad. Fruit.

I cook my eggs in the microwave, so the yolk isn’t as runny as these, unfortunately. It’s a lot more convenient though!

TUESDAY: Breakfast: poached egg on toast

Lunch (packed lunch): Soup, 2 ryvitas, 0% cream cheese, cucumber, tomato, apple.

Dinner: Steak-and-vegetable stir fry (one steak between us, 75g rice noodles between us, lots of vegetables and a hoisin sauce sachet.)

We did have some microwave popcorn between us duiring the evening.

WEDNESDAY: Porridge with 0.5 tbsp golden syrup

Packed lunch: Ham/salad sandwich, tomatoes, apple, “emergency scone” ( a scone that was in the freezer…for an emergency!)

Dinner: Chilli with rice, half a roll as garlic bread.

THURSDAY: Breakfast: “Bacon” sandwich (1 slice of bread)

Lunch: Ham and salad, half a roll. Apple. Special K bar.

Dinner: Chicken thigh, ratatouille, jacket potato.

FRIDAY: Breakfast: 0% fromage frais

Lunch: Chicken drumstick, half a slice of ham, salad, slice of bread. Special K bar.

Dinner: Pasta with spinach, lardons (100g between us), mushrooms & a carton of 4% fat “creme fraiche”. Popcorn during the evening.

SATURDAY: Breakfast: “Bacon” sandwich

Lunch: Full disclosure: It was the Cyclo Telethon meal, so I was helping prepare the meal, and then we ate it. Lentils to start, then a thick slice of roast pork and gratin dauphinoise, a wedge of camembert and a slice of apple tart. Plus kir. Lots of kir!!

Dinner: Soup (butternut squash, sweet potato, coconut milk and leftover lentils from lunch!) and a prawn sandwich.

SUNDAY: Breakfast: 0% fromage frais

Lunch: Soup, prawn sandwich, apple.

Piece of praline brioche at a friend’s house (well, it would be rude not to!!)

Dinner: Pork tenderloin, roast potatoes, roast squash, with leek, mushroom, apple & cider sauce.

MONDAY: Breakfast: Egg on toast

Packed lunch: Soup, ham sandwich, wedge of camembert, tomatoes, banana.

Dinner: Pork tenderloin, roast potatoes, roast squash, with leek, mushroom, apple & cider sauce. (Leftovers from Sunday!)

Planned for…

TUESDAY: Breakfast: porridge & syrup

Lunch : Soup, egg sandwich, apple.

Dinner: Salmon & broccoli bake Similar to this, but without the asparagus. Maybe mushrooms instead.

Then on Wednesday, I’m off to Waterloo for Convention, and won’t be thinking about what I’m eating!! I plan to enjoy it, and not worry. There’s always the Bishop’s Dinner on Friday which is a posh do, and another meal out on Saturday, and it’s no use trying to eat SW-friendly. Especially when there’s usually fizzies at the Bishop’s Dinner – not missing that!!

Mr FD is doing the shopping tomorrow, so he can buy what he wants to eat while I’m away, and I’ll shop again next Monday.