as many readers will know, although my saturday routine is a well oiled machine (coffee, parma rose, the verrow, baking, the pembury tavern etc...) sundays have always been less well arranged. in recent months the commendable violet on wilton way has encouraged the same structured beginnings (cinnamon bun, piccolo) but form 10ish the day yawns agape like an overweight elephant seal. yesterday the quandary was solved by a bit of charcuterie production and a test match, but i don't think that can become a regular fixture.