In deepest Charlton there is a secret club of women who meet with determined fierce energy, once, twice, three, four times a week. It’s to do zumba. Emma and Andrea are packed to capacity and there’s no more room in the Conservative Social hall. But they get by with their muckers on the door and

Wow, what a month autumn is… I’ve been playing the good housewife at home while bottling up supplies for the winter. My young son Samuel helped me pick the green tomatoes and I made a rather horrible green tomato marmalade and palmed a jar off on the neighbour, who swapped me for a home made