Scone’s a gonner but at least the roof’s missile-free
A hot coffee at your elbow.
A lightly buttered scone nearby. Some gentle music in the background, and the Guardian Review open on your lap as you peruse Nicholas Lezard’s paperback choices with a view to purchasing — then three-year-old comes in: “Daddy, can you guess which mermaid I am? Well? Can you?” Ah well.
