So I was very happy pottering around my kitchen, and was so delighted with my ingredients I even took a picture. Aren’t those aubergines beautiful? I love food – I love thinking about it, and preparing it and eating it – and I can’t relate at all to people who can’t be bothered with it. My current hero is one of those men who just eats for fuel. He doesn’t care what the food is like as long as he doesn’t have to do the cooking himself. Totally alien to me! And Lotty is one of my few heroines who isn’t obsessed with food and can’t cook. I’ve even included a scene where they share a ready-made meal they’ve bought from a supermarket (hey, who says I can’t do glamour?) I wrote it with my face averted from the screen and my nose wrinkled with distaste.