‘What are you doing?” Greg asked.
“I am,” I announced proudly, in my best Country Women’s Institute voice, “making elderflower cordial.”
He looked at me for a long moment, shook his head sadly, and said, “I feel sorry for you.”
This was extremely rude, obviously. (The first 25 years of marriage, it is said, are the hardest.) It was also incomprehensible. Who could dismiss elderflower cordial, a mild and soothing tonic? I had