I have had my brain fried today by spending four hours or so in an airless room where the temperature was, at a reasonably conservative estimate, 100ºf. I was barely functioning by the end of the meeting and quite noticeably slurring my speech – I have to say that I was worried about being thought drunk by my clients, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Then a 250 mile journey on a hot crowded train and my body had virtually shut down by the time I got home.

Cornwall was sunny but not over hot and as the sun descended, the earth started to steam, bringing that wonderful cool dampness that our climate is so famous for. I wanted to go up the road for a quick pint in the pub so I could sit outside, without thinking about anything much and enjoy a pint of Cornish Knocker.

I checked the pantry before leaving home and decided that I was completely devoid of an idea for a quick meal that could be cooked with the scraps of ingredients in there – we’re waiting for Tesco to come on Saturday.

On arriving at the pub, dogs were tied to the table, I flumped and DM set off to find beer. I asked him to check out if they were still serving food so I didn’t have the worry of cooking and he refused saying that whatever I came up with would be better. He didn’t get it. I was unable to muster any energy or enthusiasm for the task. That’s a very rare event indeed.

I got fractious and he told me off saying that I’m not very good company when I’m stressed. I retorted that he was asking too much of me in the circumstances so he said he’d cook.

When we arrived home, he duly did. Pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, pine nuts and Cornish Blue cheese. Yuuuuuum.

Last year was my dear friend Ginny and her lovely hubby Nigel's wedding! Happy Annies my friend - get well soon!