There I was, basking in my potted herb oasis, when genius struck. My plants need pruning, and I need an electric herb dryer, because nothing says – serious gardener – like overpriced gadgets.

Grzegorz! – my wife’s tone suggested this wasn’t the brilliant idea I thought it was. She delivered a presentation on why we don’t need another heat-emitting device during summer.

After hours of brainstorming – me sulking while she problem-solved – we compromised on a hanging herb rack.

Victory. I’d avoided divorce court, and the mint has never looked so dry!