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Making Prototypes Each new piece begins with a prototype, generally made of wood or MDF, from which I create a plaster mold. The prototypes can be made from clay, but I prefer using wood for its durability.

food food photography fitness family flowers Finger Lime Not a true lime, yet a member of the citrus family, finger limes are native to Australia and also are known as “caviar limes.” Filled with juicy

You OK?’ Grace asks when she opens the door. I shake my head and the tears come. ‘Greg?’ I nod. She puts an arm around me and walks me into the sitting room, where she sits me down on the couch. ‘It’s

On the Cap d’Antibes, we drive through the pillared entrance of the exclusive Hôtel du Cap-Eden-Roc. Never has a name seemed more appropriate; it’s like arriving in Eden. Tall pines tower over us as we

At twelve, Greg’s still asleep. I’m sitting in the kitchen, nursing a coffee, when, on the table next to the keys to his Porsche, his iPhone begins to vibrate. Hilary’s name comes up on the screen. Finally,

At twelve, Greg’s still asleep. I’m sitting in the kitchen, nursing a coffee, when, on the table next to the keys to his Porsche, his iPhone begins to vibrate. Hilary’s name comes up on the screen. Finally,

Late morning, Fint calls. He wants me back in Dublin to brainstorm for the big pitch. There’s no way I can commit to that. Not with Greg gone and no idea of when he’ll return, not when I can’t trust him

Sitting in the departure lounge at Nice Airport, I’m hoping the children will be OK. They have Hilary, who will stay with them through anything. But Hilary hasn’t exactly been coping. I wish I’d thought

A good night’s sleep helps my perspective. I love Greg. Or, at least, the Greg I met. He brought me back to life, gave me another future. I don’t want to throw that away. I didn’t get another chance with

The plane touches down at three. Cardigan off. Sunglasses on. Riviera Radio keeps me company in the car as do Grace’s words. I get to the villa, fired up and ready for positive action. But there’s no sign

On the flight home, all I can think about is Greg. He’s on something, no question. But what? And when did he start? He’s always been energetic. But then I remember Rob saying how he’d changed. Could he

The following day, I go down to the villa to see if he has recovered. Hilary tells me he ‘popped out’ three hours ago to buy screwdrivers and hasn’t returned. I go into his office to call him. ‘Where are

I lean against the door of Greg’s office, which I’ve just closed behind me. ‘I’ve just had a major run-in with Hilary.’ He looks up from his computer, removing the pen that he had gripped between his teeth.

Talking to Toby is proving a bigger challenge than I thought. Hilary is always there, and always joins in. Because she knows him so well, the conversation takes off without me. She knows how to interest

Next morning, I wake early and walk to the villa, taking in the scenery and getting some exercise. It seemed like a great idea, until I arrive at the front door and can’t decide what to do. I have a key,

Greg, Hilary and the children go ahead to France while I finish up a job at the office. A week later, Greg collects me at Nice Airport. Looking tanned and fit, he lifts me up and twirls me round. I laugh.

Remember that day we spent working from home?’ Greg asks one evening when we’re out for dinner. I smile. ‘We’ll have to do it again; I’m feeling filthy.’ He reaches across the table, takes my hand and

Greg and my dad have just returned from the customary game of golf that takes place any time there’s a hint of a boyfriend becoming serious. It’s a family joke by now – Dad’s the least judgemental person

Greg slips the ring onto my finger and sweeps me up into his arms, kissing me over and over until I’m laughing. ‘So, when can we do this?’ he asks. I pull back. ‘When Rachel and Toby are ready, Greg. I