I don't know. Savaged by a cat and derided by her and her friends I take refuge in the comfort of food, like many a poor soul before me. I post this picture - and it's not all haze, though I think I was a little close for my phone to cope: it was steaming appetizingly - simply to show off the wonderful, glossy black pasta (flavoured and cloured by squid ink) which inspired me to do toothsome things with salmon and baby broad beans. And garlic. Oh, and creme fraiche and lemon juice.
Before that I was once more savaging our hydrangeas - and I realise from this post that I'm almost a month earlier than last year, so they'll maybe die off. Am I bovvered? These bushes were old when we bought this house over 30 years ago and there are days when I hate them. And how, pray, can I make them a more interesting colour than a muddy white? (Practical solutions only, please)
I think I need another holiday.