I do have something of a wicked side (in case you’ve not already spotted it) and this is a shot that I consider to be right ‘up there’ in my wickedness terms. These really are dirty girls aren’t they? Mudhoneyz, wild things and so much more. I had to polish their faces several times before I could get this shot…..which was only no 3 today – how I wish every day was like that! I am a BAD girl today. BTW - in case you're wondering - it's me on the left - too much eye make up!

A man called Martin is to thank for this pic. We were leaning over the fence talking to Erica and up popped Martin. He said ‘could you use some leeks?’ I said ‘I can always use leeks!’ He then proceeded to pontificate on the fact they are small but I think small can be very good indeed. What about mange tout? They’re small yet they are the sweetest things in all the world when picked and eaten straight away on a warm summer day.

What’s wonderful is the giving nature of this – I gave some onion sets to Erica, who gave her surplus to Martin, who gave me back some leeks – the circle of life is complete and very handsomely rewarding.

His leeks have featured for a couple of days now in my cooking – Ewan and Rob managed to get a taster of them in my very own recipe for Cornish Blue stuffed Cornish mushrooms a couple of days ago.

I had this idea on the day the Frith boys came to dinner and this is the first chance I’ve had to execute it. It’s a combination of a celebration of home-grown food and of BAD hair, which is something DM and I suffer from almost permanently. His is a no 4 that grows for a year, through quiffs, punk, eccentric and ultimately to ‘worzel gummidge’. Mine is more explosion in a copper factory but they are both seriously BAD haircuts.

There are days when I am tired. Today is one of them – I have worked solidly for eleven hours – nine on my ‘day job’ and two on the grand plan. I had one idea for my piccy and luckily for me, I made it stick. Although it’s not a first, it’s certainly unusual enough to merit a smirk from me as I sit here and ‘typey, typey, typey’ as DM has just observed as he walks into our den and my fingers are flying over the keyboard and I have a manic smile on my face. Hurrah for Martin’s leeks. Hurrah for inspiration on a bad day. Hurrah for DM for making me smile.

Last year, I was still dreaming (and indeed still, to this day am) of a pic in a Delia book......everyone has to have their dreams don't they?