PUSSYFOOTING AROUND, hoping that nobody gets a chance to have a good look at your trousers, is an unsettling way to start the morning.
Last week, in Ceredigion, South Wales, I was staying at a chic little B&B run by a former BBC executive with a passion for jazz. “And where are you off to today?” he asked, as he poured me a hot chocolate. “Half a bar of Green & Blacks," he assured me with a smile. “I’m