Last night I dreamed that the elves crept in during the wee small hours and made up lots of jars of delicious chutney from some of the many bowls of rapidly ripening tomatoes on my bench . . . alas I woke to find all the bowls still brimming and plenty still waiting to be picked out on the bushes.
Time to start chopping and dicing, then perhaps while it’s simmering on the stove I’ll write a modern fairytale The Elves and the Editor 🙂
What job would you have those handy little guys do for you today?