Oh dear now I've gone and done it.

I have just received my copy of the Cook Book.

My bank balance is applying to the local hospice as it is in fear of terminal decline, my other half is staring bemused at the spare bedroom that has now finally become a mini workshop strewn with wish lists and ideas and all thoughts fo sleep have disappeared over the horizan.

It's 1.30 in the morning and I have another busy day at work tomorrow so I'm going to be a sensible person and step away from the book.

But wait, how can I abandon the plaintive cries from shiney Argentium Silver or ignore the fleeting butterfly colours in the form of Vitreous Enamelling and the forlorn stares of Peridot gemstones.Like a mighty magician each page weaves a deeper spell.

I must resist ... I must resist ... I must ............