Miriam's chat-show foray falls flat

The tang of neighbours' barbecue smoke penetrates the darkened room.

The curtains are pulled against the heat, but behind them, the window is open. What are they having? Steak?

Big juicy glistening herby sausages?

You can't tell. There are just too many barbecues. The whole neighbourhood is like a destroyer making smoke.

The door opens. One of the girl children we produced some years ago looks in. They are now teenagers and address ...