I’ve never really got Picasso. Well, to be truthful, that’s an understatement. I never really liked him. But being shown round the Picasso Museum by a whirlwind of painting passion called Mercedes may have just changed my mind.
I’ve been meaning to visit Postman’s Park ever since I moved to London but, somehow, something has always got in the way. Last week, I finally made the trip to this little slice of solemn London to read about stories of sacrifice from ordinary, extraordinary people.
Instead of the usual bah humbug post for Valentine’s Day, this year I thought I would do something a little more productive and bake a pink-tinged, vaguely Valentine’s themed cake.
I ordered far too much food and proceeded to get stuffed with test Marley Spoon, the latest in a new breed of home delivery food services that promises to inspire home chefs to cook more adventurously.
I visited Word on the Water, an old Dutch book barge that’s become London’s only floating library.
I can’t be good all the time when it comes to food. My brain just simply isn’t programmed that way. Saint & Sinner isn’t about depriving yourself when you really want a treat. It’s about meeting somewhere in the middle, where one plate is perfectly good for you and one…well, not so much.