Third weekend, third book

On Saturday, we bought cat litter in the rain, and I helped ramtops craft what was quite possibly the best moussaka she's ever made (and that's a non-trivial achievement).

On Sunday, the sun shone (surely some mistake?), so we drove to Withernsea and walked, on the beach and along the prom, before retiring to a café for steak and ale pie for Mac, and Yorkshire pudding with sossidges and gravy for me, before returning home and Mac helping me construct a vat of chili from the last of the Dexter shin in the freezer.

2010.3: Long, Dark Tea-time of the Soul, by Douglas Adams
Who first wrote a gods-still-walk-amongst-us-but-forgotten-and-ignored story? I don't know, but this counts as one of the best such that I know (top of the list goes to American Gods, of course). I'll wander out on a dubious and shaky limb, though, to suggest this might be the best book DNA wrote.