Which British night in feels the most gloriously restorative to you?

A takeaway korma, something easy on iPlayer, and the smug feeling of not being on a delayed train. Bliss with poppadoms.

Radox up to your ears, a paperback slowly getting damp, and the world firmly shut out for at least 40 minutes.

Windows steamed up, gravy simmering, someone falling asleep on the sofa by 4pm. Pure domestic magic.

You've never made choux pastry before but tonight is the night. The kitchen looks like a crime scene but it tastes incredible.

Monopoly grudges, Articulate shouting, and a suspiciously competitive round of Scrabble. Ends in laughter or light betrayal.