If My Kitchen Table Could Talk ….
I don’t often get jealous of other women. I’m not envious of things like perfectly shaped eyebrows, slim waists, manicured nails, spotless kitchen floors, not even the possession of an Aga. But the green-eyed monster does unleash itself occasionally. There is one type of woman who possesses something I covet and no matter what I do, I find it impossible to attain.
It is the ability to keep a kitchen table clear. I still remember visiting a farm, walking into the [...]