Aude learned a useful lesson today – barbequing is one skill best left to men. While I nipped across the street for bread, she thought she’d save a few minutes and throw the sausages on the grill.

I wish I’d had a camera, for the resulting inferno was something to behold. The grill was far too hot. Cue a ball of fire from the dripping fat and smoke signals that could be seen on miles.

The merguez were lovely, incidentally. Despite the rather unorthodox cooking technique.