So, Andrew’s working, Marysia’s out leading her glamorous secret life (I have no idea what she’s doing, but this seems a good bet to me) and Fin’s at a party until later. So I’m enjoying a night in on my own. I’ve just finished off dinner with a toasted soda farl, and when I went to put the butter away, I noticed something in our fridge that I hadn’t spotter previously.

Oak-smoked garlic honey.

Now normally, I’d say I love garlic as much as the next man, but it’s becoming clear to me that when the next man is Andrew, this may a rash claim.