1. The compost has come out well. I have to sieve it to get rid of the mats of unrotted mind-your-own-business, twigs, leaves and a few unbroken eggshells (these go back into the composter for another go). It is a satisfying task on a weekend morning and I end up with about half a sack of lovely soft compost that smells good enough to make me jealous of the bulbs I'm about to plant in it.
2. I close the cellar door and Bettany says firmly and clearly 'DUT', which I think must be her go at 'Shut'.
3. Bettany's enthusiasm for baked plums. She sucks the flesh yellow and then hands the skins to Nick. I used
this recipe, which has an interesting meringue crust, and it was very good.
