
Organise that drawer
Something on your ”to-do list” that never gets done. Oh darling — if my to-do list were a person, it would be reclining on a chaise lounge with a cucumber eye mask, sipping tea, and laughing softly at me. There’s one thing on it that has followed me for years now. Not days. Not weeks.…
Stirring Up Comfort, One Pasta at a Time
What’s your favorite thing to cook? Oh, without a doubt — my favourite thing to cook is whatever makes the kitchen feel alive. I’m not one of those precise-measurement, tiny-spoon, whisper-to-the-oven types. I cook the way Mum always did back in Saffron — a little of this, a splash of that, and a firm belief…
The Church Flea Circus
It was one of those soft, hopeful Saturdays where the sun made even the cracked paving stones of the vicarage garden look quaint. Mum had insisted we “make an appearance” at the church flea market—her words, not mine. And by “we,” she meant the full Beaumont duo: herself, regal in cream gloves and her “social…
Mugs, Mum, and Misery
What do you complain about the most? If there’s one thing I’ve earned a PhD in, it’s complaining. Not professionally, of course — I’m far too polite for that. But ask me what I complain about the most? Easy. Mugs left in the sink. Not by the sink. Not rinsed and stacked lovingly in the…
Bowled Over but not out.
What are your favorite sports to watch and play? Growing up in Saffron, sport was less about competition and more about character — namely, the characters who played it. I never quite took to football. Too many whistles, not enough tea breaks. But I’ll watch Wimbledon religiously — if only for the strawberries and the…