It is quite primitive, a lamb bone, the look of it, especially when sticking out of a pot of beans and vegetables and simmering on the stove top. Some people think all their Christmases have come at once when presented with a plate of bones, but I am not one of those people. My business with the lamb bone this evening was to negotiate as much flavour as I could from it, and into the butter bean stew. I also chopped up the meat from the weekend’s roast into the pot, with tomatoes, garlic and a bit of rosemary, and left it to simmer in the oven while I took 9 year old, and her friend, to their trampolining class. Later, as the freezing rain, but not quite sleet, was a few feet away and we were tucking into a warming stewpot of good stuff, I couldn’t help but think that Mondays aren’t so bad after all.