One of the more unusual things that I have in my kitchen is a latin jazz band. They’re not a permanent fixture you understand, but they have what you might call a semi-permanent residency in my house. With the full complement of band members present, it means 7 tuneful souls (plus instruments) packed into the kitchen-cum-dining area, and me. (I do feel obliged to add, by way of explanation, that I am actually related to one of the members, so you can scotch any thoughts that I might have a predilection for stray musicians right there!)

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