There’s a Hazelnut Tree at the bottom of the garden…

Seriously. I’m looking at our little square of garden, at our immaculate (fake) lawn, and wondering what on earth all the debris is at the bottom. “Ah-hum”, thinks me. “Here’s another excuse for husband to get his lawn-vacuum cleaner out and go all OCD on me cleaning up the lawn”. I go to investigate. Save…

The First Supperclub

It was a blustery September day, Autumn leaves and crisp cool air The guests had been invited, the food was in the pot The table had been polished and the glassware spic and span A five course feast was bubbling away, a chef begins to fret. The diners came – on time – no less,…