My Victorian stuffing recipe, featuring chicken, pork and frogs' legs, is now available here, but I've actually spent most of the day writing about Terra Naomi, an American singer on whom I currently have a bit of a crush.

Yesterday's soggy butterflies are all very well, but would an article on drowning insects have allowed me to use the phrase 'Reign of Terra'? No, it would not. Well, to be honest I probably could have crowbarred it in somewhere. 'Rain of Terra Firma' springs to mind. But I digress. The fact is there was no decision to be made. As of this afternoon I cut the caterpillars and declared war on Terra. After all, it's not every day a global music phenomenon plays 200 yards from my flat. I really should have invited her round for coffee.