What an accusation! I have just been told that the function of this blog is dubious at best, but most likely simply scandalously flirty. It is, according to a discerning but on this occasion oversuspicious reader, a tool of flirting, a toy for a feminine imagination. How faithless men are these days. Or how, feminized my own writing? I protest my inocence. All the flirting and woing takes place on another plain. Here I simply write. That I end up with soppy lines is strictly attributable to my lack of talent. Nothing more nothing less.

Off I go now. Purchase a hen, some taties and the essentials for Lemon-chicken in the oven