So I found myself home alone on Saturday morning and having done all of our much needed house and garden work I decided to count up all of my jars of jam. Oh yeah thats another thing that I have been doing instead of writing here. Jam making. Lots of it. If anyone has ever read Margaret Mahy’s Jam then you can kind of imagine what our house looks like. There are secret depositories of preserved delight hidden all over the show, including in an old shoe box under the sofa!