The rain is coming down hard and swirling around in the street, rushing swiftly through the gutters.

Inside our warm, dry house, I’m having a cup of tea and watching the girls play together, baking some russet potatoes in the oven, enjoying the row of candles glowing on the mantel, listening to some old 1960s country music on the stereo.

Fully prepared and excited to spend the afternoon indoors. I’ve made a batch of garlicky, lemony hummus to share with Freya and Audrey. So far the baby seems to love it, so let’s hope that her father’s tragic allergy to garlic has not been passed down.