It all starts with a story. We were having a dinner
party for a couple of close friends the other day. While I was making custard
to go with the dessert (we had baked apples in case you were wondering) one of
my friends comes into the kitchen to have a little private catch-up. After all
we hadn’t seen each other in a couple of weeks and quite a few things had
happened since then. She was catching me up about her new ‘boyfriend’ (she
hates the word, or so she says) and was asking about how the boy and me were
doing.