We turn up the range and abandon salads for toast, full of imaginary protein and vitamins and served with Grandma's raspberry jam.
Books that everyone else has read years ago accumulate by my bed, ready to catch up with on rainy weekends. I adroitly change the subject when this year's Man Booker shortlist is mentioned. The assistant throws some purple food dye into the sea so that we may conform.
Moving on to bathroom matters, we're going for an old-fashioned bath with legs, thanks to all your kind input. The question now is what colour to paint the outside of the bath, so some dithering on this will follow soon.