I Keep catching myself doing it. I’m complaining. It’s TOO HOT. I can’t believe I’ve dared to utter these words when for months, years (!), I’ve been missing the comforting warmth, the bright sunshine and the mesmerising blue skies of a proper British summertime. This is what barbecue dreams are made of. This is when the theory of picnicking can actually be put into practice. This is when one ice cream a day is not only allowed but encouraged. This is what we all hope for, isn’t it?
Of course it is. But I hope you’ll forgive yourself, as I have, when some days warrant a mild, sweaty grumble. Then you can retreat into the coolest room with a handsome scoop of our no-churn lemon meringue pie sorbet (another Tom…