OK, I admit it. This is me. Whenever I think of myself as a baby (which isn’t all that often), this is the picture I think of. I am sitting in my pram and looking pretty pleased with myself. I’ve no idea why. It must have been taken at 15 Brian Avenue, Norwich, my first home, in early 1946.

Back in 2006 I woke up in the middle  of last night with a bad attack of rhinitis, which hasn’t got any better. Don’t know if it’s a straight cold or an allergy to something in the kitchen (dust, glue…) but I can definitely do without it. Annoying how you can be so debilitated when the rest of your body feels fine – relatively speaking.

As I write, the worktop is about complete and the sink is being installed.