Mrs Steve and I have just returned from a walk on the cliffs. We're having a cup of tea. She's ironing and I'm just about to cook some veg (I grew the purple spouting) to go with the boeuf en daube I cooked yesterday. I don't agree with ironing and I would never iron anything if it were left to me. The daube is going to taste very nice though, about half an hour from now. We'll watch Poldark later and she's secretly hoping that Ajdan will take his shirt off. She's secretly hoping I'll leave mine on.