I think it was meant as a compliment, to make me feel better perhaps; and it worked!
As I was simultaneously coughing and cooking up a storm (admittedly, an offputting image but necessary to my plot) a loud bark of a laugh, followed by a squeaky "Ma!" issued from the living room (teenage boys mean rather a lot of hearty barks and squeaks in the same sentence... aaaah, the joys of puberty)
"Quick, come look at this.... a taller, skinnier, younger, blonder, better looking version of you is on the tele...."
And there she was, Sophie Dahl, also cooking up a storm in a kitchen that looks frighteningly like mine!
Of course, I was beside myself with glee... in NZ I sometimes feel a little lonely in my love for all things clutter and bunting, but no longer. The delicious Miss D has come to 'vintage' us downunder... hurrah!
I smirked into my Lemsip all night!
