The time: Sunday mornings
The place: My rocking chair next to the toasty-warm Aga
On the radio: The Archers omnibus
On my lap: My knitting
On the hob: The kettle, for tea
In the Aga: A slow-cooking casserole, prepared by Steve, filling the room with its aroma
At my feet: Our dog, Leoma
Outside: Who cares!