Holidays cause a change of pace around here; you know, later to bed, later to rise, normal activities suspended and anomalous activities engaged in. Work on the kneehole desk is almost a distant memory and has been supplanted by pursuits such as spraying droves of black, orange and yellow Harlequin Bugs (Dindymus versicolor) with soapy water; and other altogether more enjoyable, shared experiences like devouring a Lindt chocolate rabbit with Virginia.
Whilst pursuing the evasive and oft comical Harlequin Bugs through the garden, I picked three choice lemons from the tree to make lemon curd for our afternoon tea. As it transpired, I only required two lemons… actually, less than two lemons. They were rather large.