So I took some time of over Christmas from the glamourous (ahem) work of being a writer to sell Gorwydd Caerphilly at Borough Market with Ned. Hard work and cold, but I enjoyed myself a lot. We have a lot of interesting customers: people who love food and are excited about what the market offers; tourists from all over the world, others who have lived in London 20 years and have just wandered wide-eyed into Borough for the first time, guys working on the Shard. I admit that the writer’s part of my brain logs a lot of them. Not that you should worry that if you buy cheese from us you are in danger of appearing in a novel, just that when you are spending the whole time at home, writing, you can forget about the variety of the world and working at the stall and having 100 encounters in the day can be a creative shot in the arm. The half-built shard looked wonderful in the fog too.
Now I’m writing again and have to step back from the work, I feel a little jealous of Ned going out into the world.
Christmas was lovely. Ned’s Mum and my parents came to our tiny flat for the day, along with 2 very good friends of ours. It was the first time Ned or I had ever had a real tree of our own. We ate and drank brutal amounts and everyone took turns singing with Ned at the piano till all of a sudden it was one in the morning.
Took us three days to remove the patina of goose fat from the kitchen surfaces.