Countryside Caper

Jan graciously ignores my abnormal chirpiness as we get down to breakfast. Vinod, healthy to the last, compiles a bowl of cereal while Jan and I attack the butter, nutella, cheese and ham with vigorous abandon. The plan is to raise a shed in the garden for Vinod's lawnmower, and he's gone the outsourcing route, cheap Indian labour from London. For those experiencing symptoms of scepticism, my CV is littered with DIY assistant type roles (perhaps, littered is too strong a word, and perhaps most of it was pre-1985).....

I'm fascinated by Farmer Menon's green thumb (no prizes here!!), and my ooohs and aaahs over his home made courgette bread (yes, courgette. Relative of marrow. Long, green vegetable with seeds) and he decides to indulge me. Before we raise the shed, we're gonna bake bread!! Yay!!!