Yellow shirt.... The yellow shirt has served me well this summer. After many washings, it certainly has proved that mending is a useful and beautiful thing. I am so excited that some new thin spots have emerged in the old linen during summer's wear. So I can keep going.
Unseen for 60 years, the Mail proudly presents Agatha Christie's lost masterpiece, The Capture of Cerberus
I have to admit my ideal sunday afternoon is spent watching Monsieur Hercule Poirot exercise his little grey cells. David Suchet is perfect in the role, from his immaculately clipped moustache to his starched white spats. Heaven!