ps. Whilst I was Lily Savage, Hubby was a less hirsute and more aggressive version of Hugh Fearnly-Whittingstall (which may explain why we never seem to look that good in photos). He has been pelting round the kitchen like a flesh-coloured bullet, waving bits of puff pastry and getting huffy about not being able to find the tamarind paste. Suppertimes have been filled with tasty vegetarian things that the kids have loyally said were 'kind of in-betweeny' (which is high praise indeed, because if I offer anything other than hot dogs these days they say that it's yukky and the school dinners are much better), served with a kind of manic zeal and an angry tut if anyone asks for extra seasoning. Anyway, I'm not longer Lily, and it seems he's no longer bald Hugh, because tonight we had Tesco Value lasagne (how I love baking trays you can just throw away afterwards and not have to wash up - come to think of it, maybe there is a little bit of Lily Savage left in me!)