We have virtually no cooking facilities and, because our fridge is in the garage, this increases the difficulty of the task. Imagine the scene…

I come home from work, after putting in an eleven hour, relentless shift in baking heat to start making a meal. I listlessly decide on a plan based on what you can cook with half a mouldy courgette, a half-used pack of tofu and definitely, absolutely NO garlic on a school night! My reserve and goodwill falter. Should we just throw in the towel and go to the pub for a pie and a pint? Should I make a couple of omelettes and get David to make the hundred-yard-dash to the chippie for some chips to go with the omelettes? Should I just make two fried egg sandwiches and be done?

Noooooooo. Be good, Linda, be good!

This morning, I was trying to make up for last night’s pie and pint (bad, bad, bad) so it was a small bowl of muesli and a few grapes (kind of good). I braved it outside in my jammies to get the grapes and when I returned to the kitchen, the sultry, humid heat had done this to them. OK, so it’s not a 5D shot, but it’s pretty OK for pic taken at 6.35am, ten minutes before I left home for my day with my nose to the grindstone…