We’ve all done it. Slammed the front door, driven off in a mad rush, then panicked ten miles down the road. In my case it’s: “Did I switch the iron off?” In poet Pam Ayres’s case it’s: “Did I switch the tongs off?” Funnily enough, I was driving to Carluccio’s in Covent Garden to meet my daughter for lunch when I heard Pam Ayres talking about moments like this on ...keep reading