She did indeed, and, more importantly, her recipes work - I've very rarely had a failure with them, and if I did, it was probably my own fault rather than anything intrinsically wrong with the instructions.
I have Delia, who is consulted for cooking instructions for cakes and roasts. I also have several other cookbooks I use for inspiration regularly, as well as the very battered book for the pressure cooker so I can get my timings right. It's just that I don't have anything that includes recipes for obscure Indian veg or crab meat, both of which we have cooked recently. I had a cookbook cull when we last moved house, so the ones I have, apart from the Venetian one, are the ones I use at least semi-regularly.
We have a few cookbooks, but could probably do with fewer. Madhur Jaffrey's Curry Easy Vegetarian and Hugh Fearnley-Whitingstall's Veg Everyday get used fairly often, the rest on occasion. We tend to be very boring and have the same things during the week (pitta breads with humous rather a lot) and then branch out a bit at weekends.
This morning was lovely and sunny so we went for a long walk that managed to include the Thames path, an interesting high street and a royal park. As we were eating lunch in the garden the skies were getting darker and now they are forecasting rain for the next hour.
I have a very useful book The Conran Cookbook although my edition is from 1980 (and I've owned it since new), which does tell me how to cook all sorts of random things, including crab meat and is where I look for pictures to identify new ingredients and find recipes. It's survived any number of culls for that reason. I also have Delia's Cookery course and some other randoms: Madhur Jaffrey's Eastern Vegetarian Cookery, Cooking with Exotic Fruit and Vegetable Cookery, all of which date from when I lived and shopped on Brixton market before gentrification urban redevelopment. I tried asking people in the queue how to cook things and often got a cold shoulder turned to me, so found out another way. I have other recipe books that tell me how to cook crab, because I love fish and it used to be a regular ingredient, pre-offspring moving back.
I'm a devoted follower of the blessèd Delia; her Complete Cookery Course from the 1970s is my gastronomic bible.
It was my mum's go-to (along with her hand written book of her mum's recipes), and naturally one of the first things my wife and I bought when we set up home in the early 00s was a copy.
I don't understand the lawn. I've raked and sowed and fed. One end is thick and green and lush but the greater part is a piebalding of green, yellow and brown.
Anyway, I've decided to turn a strip at the less satisfactory end into a herb border. I will lift the turf and sink pots with the bottoms knocked out into the ground. These I'll fill with compost and sow with herbs. The remaining space will be filled from the spare half ton of pebbles left over from the earlier works.
I have basil, parsley, marjoram and sage already started, and have sent off for fennel, lemongrass, borage, savory, hyssop and chamomile.
sink pots with the bottoms knocked out into the ground.e.
This is how I planted herbs in our front garden.
We have fast draining, sandy soil and a number of difficult prolifically self-seeding or spreading weeds, Having the herbs in bottomless pots means that is is possible to lift the spreading mats of thyme, marjoram etc and dig out the weeds without totally uprooting the herbs, to trim them back when they grow into each other, and to locate the main root ball if it is necessary to water (as it was a few times last month).
sink pots with the bottoms knocked out into the ground.e.
This is how I planted herbs in our front garden.
We have fast draining, sandy soil and a number of difficult prolifically self-seeding or spreading weeds, Having the herbs in bottomless pots means that is is possible to lift the spreading mats of thyme, marjoram etc and dig out the weeds without totally uprooting the herbs, to trim them back when they grow into each other, and to locate the main root ball if it is necessary to water (as it was a few times last month).
I'm glad the idea has proven antecedents. To judge by grass, it's not a very fertile strip. I'm hoping the stones with suppress the weeds - or at least make them obvious.
I refilled our bird feeders and was rewarded with a visit from a pair of Greenfinches- very infrequent visitors to our tiny, walled, town garden.
I was so excited I tweeted about it and an old friend (who lives a half hour's walk away) told me they had to remove their feeder as it attracted RATS to their garden........rats are my one real phobia so now I am vigilantly watching out for them as well as my feathered friends.....Hey, ho!
We’ve never had rats at our bird feeders, even when we got rats in the chicken run. Does she have a neighbour with chickens?
Just got back from a 2 mile walk and now having a rest before doing some work. As there is very little academic work for me to do now I’m researching university resources on mental health and doing some planning for my pilot research, possibly writing some powerpoints to educate my colleagues too.
I've had dreadful problems with rats with my bird feeders. My neighbour saw four or five running around on our patio and was decidedly iffy about it. I've had to stop feeding the birds, taken the feeders in, which upset me, as I love watching them. However, I feed them quietly at the far end of the patio by the back door!
as for the rats, I bought two proper rat bait boxes, and bait, and haven't seen any since. I am rather hoping they have gone for good (though I doubt that). I fear that I will find dead bodies around (Ugh!!) I am going to have to find something to contain the problem, its the Great Tits that are the problem - fling four, eat one seems to be their motto! When my husband was alive, we always did the Garden Bird Survey, we'd done it for 20 years, and never had any rat problem. But we back onto a park with a lake, ducks etc. and there were always rats down there until the Council had a blitz on them and tried to stop people feeding them bread, and I think the rats simply decamped up to us! Having been a fairly scientific Ornithologist for over 50 years, I am not going to stop feeding and supporting my birds, and enjoying their presence just for a few rats! Mind you, they did seem to multiply rather quickly. One rat I could ignore, five cavorting around was a bit much!
I love feeding the birds too. Since my neighbour cut all his bushes down I only get collared doves and wood pigeons, but I like them too. The wood pigeons have chicks which are out of the nest. The parents feed them not a metre away from me and the dogs. 🙂💕
I still quite like to actually read a few pages of a cookery book (preferably while eating a sandwich).
My preferred way of watching exercise videos.
We had socially distanced lunch on our patio yesterday with Nenlet1 and her husband; it was so lovely to see them after weeks of onscreen. Although I'm very grateful for the technology that makes that possible, of course.
I was pleased that our garden is looking nicer than it has for years, although our lawns are struggling after I mowed them on a hot day last weekend.
[...] I was pleased that our garden is looking nicer than it has for years, although our lawns are struggling after I mowed them on a hot day last weekend.
But what about your in-lawns? I'm glad that despite everything some family could visit for the garden party!
All the online meetings certainly help, but RL meetings are the bee's knees. May we able to resort to more of those soon!
<votive> for all affected by the so un-social distancing. and for healing for all of us in body, mind and soul.
Yes, 'social distancing', although we're becoming used to the term, doesn't sound quite right somehow! We are now allowed to reopen the church (for private prayer) from next Monday, although we may resist the temptation to rush, and wait until Sunday 21st. No actual services yet, but at least we shall be able to meet, and speak, with others 'in the flesh' (2 metres apart, of course). It's a start...
I went to Tesco this chilly morn for my weekly shop (I 'top up' at the local Co-Op later in the week, if required). No queue to get in - no queue for the check-out - the whole business took exactly 20 minutes...
I refilled our bird feeders and was rewarded with a visit from a pair of Greenfinches ... I was so excited I tweeted about it ...
<groan>
We had a very jolly afternoon yesterday: S. got a message from her son to say would we like to join him, his fiancee, the kids and my niece for a walk, which we did; they had just had an outdoor, socially-distanced baby-shower for my niece, which was a lovely thing to do. We then went to my other niece's to give her a parcel that had been delivered to S's house, and had a nice natter in her garden, where Larry the Labradoodle was taking no notice whatsover of social distancing, and offering great big cuddles to his auntie Piglet ...
By the time we were heading home, it was too late to think about cooking, so we ordered a Chinese takeaway from our favourite place, which has just reopened. :yipee:
Today, I've started taking part in one of those online research thingies where they give you money to answer a few questions and (in my case) write a load of b*llocks about Social Media. Not that I know that much about Social Media, you understand, but £90 for 20 minutes a day for 10 days is not to be sneezed at.
As it's a nice, mostly sunny day, I'm off for an amble.
I only ever fed birds in the winter. Since acquiring neighbours with cats all feeding from this house has stopped. The house with 3 cats has 5 bird feeding stations
We had a Zoom dinner date with our recently-bereaved (well, February) friend up in Dumfries and Galloway, and it was *wonderful*! Almost like having her sitting across the table from us - adding food to a call makes it all so much more natural.
That was the best use of technology for the day, though FaceTime with Master S and his Lovely Wife, and the Little Welsh Cousin, to celebrate his birthday (he's 39 - eeeek!) ran it a close second. The virtual funeral in the afternoon was not nearly so much fun, though we were pleased to be there in spirit - and we did pop out and 'line the route' beforehand.
Even when you can't GO anywhere, life can be really busy!
I like the idea of a Zoom dinner date - as long as the food is actual, and not virtual! That thought - food which looks like food, but is, in fact, not real - reminds me of something in a Book. One of the Narnia stories, maybe?
Today's Pilates session has left me rather weary, and it looks as though I shall have to have a whole bottle of Lunch in order to recover.
I like the idea of a Zoom dinner date - as long as the food is actual, and not virtual! That thought - food which looks like food, but is, in fact, not real - reminds me of something in a Book. One of the Narnia stories, maybe?
Perhaps the White Witch's Turkish Delight in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe in which Edmund eats loads of it, not realising that it's enchanted and whoever eats it will always want more and kill themselves eating it if permitted.
Or maybe in The Phantom Tollbooth - in Dictionopolis: either where there's a market of words and edible letters, As being sweet and delicious, Is icy and refreshing, Cs crisp and crunchy; or at The Royal Banquet where you have to eat your words so when asked to make a speech you say things like "Roast turkey, mashed potatoes, vanilla ice cream."
I may revisit my favourite children's books on a regular basis.
I like the idea of a Zoom dinner date too. Mr Nen and I usually see friends on a Sunday for a small group church meeting followed by a meal. We've continued to do the church meeting bit Zoomily but we were only saying to each other over lunch today how we miss the conversations over the meal. Do you have any tips about how to make it successful, Mrs S?
I agree life can be busy even when you don't go anywhere much. My diary is pretty full of Zoom login details.
I'm intrigued by the logistics of the Zoom dinner: do you decide beforehand that you're all going to cook the same thing, and eat it while you're conversing - possibly comparing notes on quality? Or does each participant just eat whatever they fancy?
I have done Day 2's task for the online thingy, ambled and had avocado on toast* for lunch. It looks as if it's thinking about chucking down rain, so I think I'll stay put for now.
Oh yes, and I had an e-mail from the house-moving bloke to say that my belongings have left Canada and should be here sometime next week.
Cook books that get a regular outing in our house include the two Riverford ones (all you ever needed to know about vegetables and how to cook them - I am still to be convinced by artichokes), a slim volume entitled French Cookery, and a similar volume of Indian cookery.
We just cooked whatever we were going to eat, and had it on the table at the appointed time. And Mr S and I sat side by side with the laptop opposite - oh, and yes, there was Wine
Our friend once confessed - when we happened to call while she was eating her supper - that eating alone was The Pits, so even talking to us was probably a great improvement!
I must say that the idea of cooking the same thing is one to be given careful consideration...
Still new to Skyping, which is enough to be going on with. Not made a snag-free connection yet, but I think I've sussed out where I'm going wrong.
No problems once we get going 'though.
Skyped with Younger Son & family yesterday evening so that I could read small grandson two bedtime stories (his two favourite granny's-house books). He sang "You've Got A Friend" for me, and demonstrated his hopping practice (he can almost do 3 before he falls over). DiL put him to bed while Younger Son & I chatted, then she joined us.
Mr RoS popped his head in at this end a few times, the third time wearing his pyjamas, so we thought it might be time to pack it in.
It's a good job Skype is free, we'd been nattering for very nearly 3 hours, eek!
Our whole Parish had a shared meal as part of our Pentecost celebration. Unfortunately my Zoom wasn't working (apparently it needed to be upgraded), so I gave up. But it apparently was enjoyed by many. They hope to do it again, and I'll be prepared with my updated Zoom.
Zoom has become my new friend. Last week I had a book club meeting, a writing class meeting, a circle dance meeting (complete with our Strictly zoom background), and the weekly family quiz. Then this week I had the art meeting with @Boogie which was fun too.
Next week we're having virtual coffee with a couple of friends.
My sister in law thought she had problems with zoom upgrading at the weekend so we couldn't see her at the family quiz. After a few attempts she decided she's probably turned the camera off on her laptop.
It's been a dreich, occasionally very wet day here, and ambling hasn't happened.
I'm honestly not sure where my day has gone: I took a fair while doing the online social media thing, but I reckon the chief culprit is the high quality of British afternoon television quizzes ...
A consignment arrived from Roots to Market this afternoon, with some lovely looking fruit and veggies and a mushroom and something-or-other lasagne among other goodies.
I've discovered a new favourite way of cooking potatoes: baked new potatoes with wild garlic (more of which arrived today). Toss new potatoes with a little olive oil and seasoning (halve them if they're big), and put them on a roasting tray in a 200° oven for about 45 minutes to an hour. Meanwhile, roughly chop some wild garlic (leaves and stems), and, in a large bowl, mix together 2-3 tablespoons of olive oil with one tablespoon each of white wine vinegar and Dijon mustard. Add the wild garlic to the bowl.
When the potatoes are cooked, add them to the bowl and mix with the garlic and dressing until the garlic wilts a bit like spinach. We had them with poached salmon (bought ready-cooked) and green beans with sesame oil and seeds for supper, and they were lovely.
I am awaiting the arrival, promised today, of a new book for Herself about "Radical Scotland". She doesn't know it's coming and I hope she'll be pleased with it.
It looks like a nice day, if somewhat blustrous; I woke to the sound of a blowing hoolie, with added rain, but at least the rain seems to have shuffled off, and the sun is shining, so amblage will ensue forthwith. Having not been further than the end of the drive to retrieve the dustbins yesterday, I'm feeling the need for some fresh air.
Yesterday was so gloomy and dismal here that I didn't even go on deck!
Today is a bit better - sunny, but with that blo**y East Wind yet again, so shopping has been done. Mind you, it's still chilly enough to make the wearing of a Pullover desirable...
Spent the day reading some books on mental health and research methodology. I was going to cook hot pot for tea but was suddenly inspired to turn the meat, potato and veg into a rather nice curry. Now I’m having a beer.
Interesting re book on mental health. I'm just reading a book about a man with a disability, an autobiography by Lee Ridley, AKA Lost Voice Guy, entitled 'I'm only in it for the parking'. Deep, but also very funny!
I'm afraid all I can offer culinarywise are leftovers of a recent rather nice, but fairly simple dish, tortellini con funghi (with 'shrooms). That'll go down well with a little mixed salad, I'd say.
Interesting re book on mental health. I'm just reading a book about a man with a disability, an autobiography by Lee Ridley, AKA Lost Voice Guy, entitled 'I'm only in it for the parking'. Deep, but also very funny!
Just bought it, thanks.
I lecture in disability as part of a degree in health and social care. I read a lot of books on mental health because my doctoral research is looking at the experiences of students with mental health challenges but I’m generally interested in historical perspectives on health and disability - I’ve recently re-read a book on Bedlam by Catherine Arnold.
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Hard to believe that she's 78! At that book-signing, she looked so young....
Good grief - even I was relatively young then!
This morning was lovely and sunny so we went for a long walk that managed to include the Thames path, an interesting high street and a royal park. As we were eating lunch in the garden the skies were getting darker and now they are forecasting rain for the next hour.
It was my mum's go-to (along with her hand written book of her mum's recipes), and naturally one of the first things my wife and I bought when we set up home in the early 00s was a copy.
Anyway, I've decided to turn a strip at the less satisfactory end into a herb border. I will lift the turf and sink pots with the bottoms knocked out into the ground. These I'll fill with compost and sow with herbs. The remaining space will be filled from the spare half ton of pebbles left over from the earlier works.
I have basil, parsley, marjoram and sage already started, and have sent off for fennel, lemongrass, borage, savory, hyssop and chamomile.
We have fast draining, sandy soil and a number of difficult prolifically self-seeding or spreading weeds, Having the herbs in bottomless pots means that is is possible to lift the spreading mats of thyme, marjoram etc and dig out the weeds without totally uprooting the herbs, to trim them back when they grow into each other, and to locate the main root ball if it is necessary to water (as it was a few times last month).
D'Oh !
I'm glad the idea has proven antecedents. To judge by grass, it's not a very fertile strip. I'm hoping the stones with suppress the weeds - or at least make them obvious.
I was so excited I tweeted about it and an old friend (who lives a half hour's walk away) told me they had to remove their feeder as it attracted RATS to their garden........rats are my one real phobia so now I am vigilantly watching out for them as well as my feathered friends.....Hey, ho!
Just got back from a 2 mile walk and now having a rest before doing some work. As there is very little academic work for me to do now I’m researching university resources on mental health and doing some planning for my pilot research, possibly writing some powerpoints to educate my colleagues too.
as for the rats, I bought two proper rat bait boxes, and bait, and haven't seen any since. I am rather hoping they have gone for good (though I doubt that). I fear that I will find dead bodies around (Ugh!!) I am going to have to find something to contain the problem, its the Great Tits that are the problem - fling four, eat one seems to be their motto! When my husband was alive, we always did the Garden Bird Survey, we'd done it for 20 years, and never had any rat problem. But we back onto a park with a lake, ducks etc. and there were always rats down there until the Council had a blitz on them and tried to stop people feeding them bread, and I think the rats simply decamped up to us! Having been a fairly scientific Ornithologist for over 50 years, I am not going to stop feeding and supporting my birds, and enjoying their presence just for a few rats! Mind you, they did seem to multiply rather quickly. One rat I could ignore, five cavorting around was a bit much!
My preferred way of watching exercise videos.
We had socially distanced lunch on our patio yesterday with Nenlet1 and her husband; it was so lovely to see them after weeks of onscreen. Although I'm very grateful for the technology that makes that possible, of course.
I was pleased that our garden is looking nicer than it has for years, although our lawns are struggling after I mowed them on a hot day last weekend.
Oh deer. Indeed puns aplenty in that (b)ambit!
All the online meetings certainly help, but RL meetings are the bee's knees. May we able to resort to more of those soon!
<votive> for all affected by the so un-social distancing. and for healing for all of us in body, mind and soul.
I went to Tesco this chilly morn for my weekly shop (I 'top up' at the local Co-Op later in the week, if required). No queue to get in - no queue for the check-out - the whole business took exactly 20 minutes...
I think of it as unsociable distancing.
I'm not becoming used to the term, but the action has now become a habit.
One that may, or may not, be easy to break, if circumstances ever allow!
<groan>
We had a very jolly afternoon yesterday: S. got a message from her son to say would we like to join him, his fiancee, the kids and my niece for a walk, which we did; they had just had an outdoor, socially-distanced baby-shower for my niece, which was a lovely thing to do. We then went to my other niece's to give her a parcel that had been delivered to S's house, and had a nice natter in her garden, where Larry the Labradoodle was taking no notice whatsover of social distancing, and offering great big cuddles to his auntie Piglet ...
By the time we were heading home, it was too late to think about cooking, so we ordered a Chinese takeaway from our favourite place, which has just reopened. :yipee:
Today, I've started taking part in one of those online research thingies where they give you money to answer a few questions and (in my case) write a load of b*llocks about Social Media. Not that I know that much about Social Media, you understand, but £90 for 20 minutes a day for 10 days is not to be sneezed at.
As it's a nice, mostly sunny day, I'm off for an amble.
That was the best use of technology for the day, though FaceTime with Master S and his Lovely Wife, and the Little Welsh Cousin, to celebrate his birthday (he's 39 - eeeek!) ran it a close second. The virtual funeral in the afternoon was not nearly so much fun, though we were pleased to be there in spirit - and we did pop out and 'line the route' beforehand.
Even when you can't GO anywhere, life can be really busy!
Today's Pilates session has left me rather weary, and it looks as though I shall have to have a whole bottle of Lunch in order to recover.
O well.
Perhaps the White Witch's Turkish Delight in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe in which Edmund eats loads of it, not realising that it's enchanted and whoever eats it will always want more and kill themselves eating it if permitted.
Or maybe in The Phantom Tollbooth - in Dictionopolis: either where there's a market of words and edible letters, As being sweet and delicious, Is icy and refreshing, Cs crisp and crunchy; or at The Royal Banquet where you have to eat your words so when asked to make a speech you say things like "Roast turkey, mashed potatoes, vanilla ice cream."
I may revisit my favourite children's books on a regular basis.
I like the idea of a Zoom dinner date too. Mr Nen and I usually see friends on a Sunday for a small group church meeting followed by a meal. We've continued to do the church meeting bit Zoomily but we were only saying to each other over lunch today how we miss the conversations over the meal. Do you have any tips about how to make it successful, Mrs S?
I agree life can be busy even when you don't go anywhere much. My diary is pretty full of Zoom login details.
I have done Day 2's task for the online thingy, ambled and had avocado on toast* for lunch. It looks as if it's thinking about chucking down rain, so I think I'll stay put for now.
Oh yes, and I had an e-mail from the house-moving bloke to say that my belongings have left Canada and should be here sometime next week.
I need that "yipee" smilie.
* Avocado on toast is Proof That God Loves Us.
Our friend once confessed - when we happened to call while she was eating her supper - that eating alone was The Pits, so even talking to us was probably a great improvement!
I must say that the idea of cooking the same thing is one to be given careful consideration...
I have my German class on Zoom today - two hours! It’s the most concentrating I do all week. We also have Zoom puppy classes and Zoom Pilates.
We have a Church fellowship Zoom which is enjoyable - good to see all their faces again.
I’ve started a Zoom doodling session on Mondays too - it was great fun this week. (PM me if you’d like to join, two other Shippies attend ).
So I Zoom at least once a day. One Zoom is with my blind friends - careful not to try and show them things!
My friends and I Skype every day at 12 noon and 7pm for about half an hour. It’s not as good or flexible as Zoom.
Hyperactive, me? 🤣🤣😇
No problems once we get going 'though.
Skyped with Younger Son & family yesterday evening so that I could read small grandson two bedtime stories (his two favourite granny's-house books). He sang "You've Got A Friend" for me, and demonstrated his hopping practice (he can almost do 3 before he falls over). DiL put him to bed while Younger Son & I chatted, then she joined us.
Mr RoS popped his head in at this end a few times, the third time wearing his pyjamas, so we thought it might be time to pack it in.
It's a good job Skype is free, we'd been nattering for very nearly 3 hours, eek!
I do that sometimes with Nenlet1 - we FaceTime, prop our phones up in the kitchen and crack on with cooking the tea while we talk.
Neither group that I've approached about Zoomily eating together is willing to give it a go, so that's shelved for the time being. >rolleyes<
Next week we're having virtual coffee with a couple of friends.
My sister in law thought she had problems with zoom upgrading at the weekend so we couldn't see her at the family quiz. After a few attempts she decided she's probably turned the camera off on her laptop.
I'm honestly not sure where my day has gone: I took a fair while doing the online social media thing, but I reckon the chief culprit is the high quality of British afternoon television quizzes ...
A consignment arrived from Roots to Market this afternoon, with some lovely looking fruit and veggies and a mushroom and something-or-other lasagne among other goodies.
I've discovered a new favourite way of cooking potatoes: baked new potatoes with wild garlic (more of which arrived today). Toss new potatoes with a little olive oil and seasoning (halve them if they're big), and put them on a roasting tray in a 200° oven for about 45 minutes to an hour. Meanwhile, roughly chop some wild garlic (leaves and stems), and, in a large bowl, mix together 2-3 tablespoons of olive oil with one tablespoon each of white wine vinegar and Dijon mustard. Add the wild garlic to the bowl.
When the potatoes are cooked, add them to the bowl and mix with the garlic and dressing until the garlic wilts a bit like spinach. We had them with poached salmon (bought ready-cooked) and green beans with sesame oil and seeds for supper, and they were lovely.
It looks like a nice day, if somewhat blustrous; I woke to the sound of a blowing hoolie, with added rain, but at least the rain seems to have shuffled off, and the sun is shining, so amblage will ensue forthwith. Having not been further than the end of the drive to retrieve the dustbins yesterday, I'm feeling the need for some fresh air.
Today is a bit better - sunny, but with that blo**y East Wind yet again, so shopping has been done. Mind you, it's still chilly enough to make the wearing of a Pullover desirable...
I blame Johnson. Or Trump. Or both.
I have now ambled, and at least a few cobwebs have been blown from what passes for my brain.
Now to contemplate (a) any new job applications I ought to make; and (b) what, if anything, will accompany the lasagne thingy for supper.
I'm afraid all I can offer culinarywise are leftovers of a recent rather nice, but fairly simple dish, tortellini con funghi (with 'shrooms). That'll go down well with a little mixed salad, I'd say.
Bon appetit, all!
I lecture in disability as part of a degree in health and social care. I read a lot of books on mental health because my doctoral research is looking at the experiences of students with mental health challenges but I’m generally interested in historical perspectives on health and disability - I’ve recently re-read a book on Bedlam by Catherine Arnold.