With cream . . .

My mother’s family made – and lost – a fortune through marmalade.

My father’s family, whisky smugglers, went on to become bankers.

[This photograph features our cat Domino sleeping beside a jar of marmalade. The oil painting of a kitchen sink was painted by my great aunt in 1977]

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