Humbuggishness aside, it was a joy to spend time sitting at the garden table peeling half a ton of apples that a friend gave me:
Mmmm, a cup of tea and a bit of peace and quiet while baby n was asleep - is it wrong that I love this time so much? I do adore my daughter but really, I do love my time alone while she sleeps. Guilt...
And my favourite table scene of all? Why, it doesn't get any better than this:
It upsets me too much when my wine, in its unsteady wine glass, gets spilt all over the table. I have learnt from experience, my friends. Take it from me, beakers are the future x