As I type, I can smell warm jam wafting out of the kitchen. I’ve been able to smell warm jam on and off for months. Either there’s something wrong with the smell computers in my brain, or I’ve pinpointed why the house is so full of wasps.

It’s definitely not my imagination this time, because I’m testing out my new alphabet pastry cutters on a quick and scruffy jam tart.

Time to get it out of the oven…

Yay, P.H.I.L.I.P.P.A. gets more jam tart than D.A.N.