Leaden skies today drained the colour from me and the morning. I remember once seeing an illustrated alphabet in which the letter E, for Ennui, was depicted by a monochrome drawing of the exterior of a brooding mansion in which the pale face of a child, silhouetted against the dark interior of an upstairs room, could be seen staring out at the grey day that stretched out before him. As June reneges on its summer promises I’m trying not to be that person. I shall illuminate the day by drawing colour out of the the lusciousness of sun ripened summer fruits, add warmth with the heat of bright red chillies and replace the missing scents of summer with the perfume of baking. Over my shoulder, out of the corner of my eye, I can sense that the day is lightening.