Here I am at 35, sitting at my kitchen table most nights, head in hands, as I navigate new platforms and editing software. And it makes me mad as a box of frogs that I can remember some Latin verbs at the drop of a hat, yet excel baffles me. Anyway, onto the recipe.
Mother's Day looms. I already have my gifts; a little cardboard pot coloured in with felt tips and a card shaped like a tea pot with some letters written backwards. These are my riches and I'll keep them until they wheel me into a rest home.