My baking-shelf shame

Betty Middleton had only moved in two weeks earlier, but already she was starting to annoy me with her frequent knocks at my back door. “Would you like a slice of my lemon drizzle? It’s home-made!” No

‘D’you remember that day…’ Jimmy says, looking wistful. Oh, I think, he’s going to say: ‘…when we sat on that Sicilian beach and watched the sunset.’ Or, ‘…when our children were born and you were so

THIS year, Vanessa was going to have a different kind of festive season. She usually hosted Christmas for her family at her house, even after her husband passed away a few years ago. Every second year

Lesley Fernández-Armesto on a superior cake for Christmas

ARTS

I’m a bit of a wellness junkie. I meditate, do yoga classes, take cold plunges and I’m also into forest bathing. Having these rituals has helped me navigate ups and downs in my life. But on the weeken