Harry dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake to dwell again on the sound of his mother's voice.
Even those who recoil at eating supper out of a soggy box, fear being mowed down by curry-bearing cyclists or think the death of home cooking is a cultural abomination should admire Jitse Groen.
Just to prove how cold it is outside, even here in the backyard, we're a little shielded from some of the elements, but we did a couple of things, we brought a damp T-shirts outside.