scorchio!

Phew, what a scorcher! I love blue-skied summer and long days as much as the next rain bedraggled English person, but I am resolutely, unglamorously Anglo-Saxon. Which means fair skinned, freckled and unable to process heat over 24 degrees.

And for someone who can, in colder months, tuck away steak and kidney pud, followed by Sussex Pond pud (fact, not boast), I am ever amazed at how appetite recedes in the heat.

Thank goodness then for the Gent's latest crush on morning smoothies. Like the best barman, glasses go in the freezer to chill whilst he mixes. It is icy cold and tastes like a dessert, whilst getting some actual nutrients in for the day.

Salads, croissant and limonata, that lovely San Pellegrino invention, sustain me until the air cools sufficiently to grow an appetite again.