Try as I might, and even though I have things I want to write about, I don’t think I’m going to get any bloggage done today. A dear friend and her two sons are coming to stay for a few days. My friend and I have an urgent appointment with our wine cellar (actually an old chimney which has been blocked up, and the fireplace converted into a cupboard with wine racks).
In the meantime, I am cleaning, making up beds, and in a frenzy of cooking. The boys I knew when we last lived in Australia are now young men, aged 16 and 20, and I suspect that they have very hollow legs indeed. Any suggestions on what to feed them will be gratefully received.