When I was sixteen my mother gave me a copy of The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir. It was a revelation. My mum studied in Paris in the sixties and knew about philosophy and feminism and I lapped up all her stories of jazz and Sartre. Three months after meeting my now husband, I confided to him that I would never marry as I had read Simone de Beauvoir and was a feminist. I was seventeen at the time. Things have moved on somewhat; for a kick off, I proposed to my husband a few weeks after telling him I would never marry. Today was a doing sort of day. I did countless washes, unmade and made beds, hung up clothes to dry, baked a cake, cleaned out all the pets, picked up children from parties, cooked meals and did the ironing. Underneath that domestic fervour I reminded myself of my feminist vows. And when it was all done, in the lull before our dinner guests arrived, I rewarded myself by taking this picture of a bowl of cherries. Because Life is a Bowl of Cherries. And this is now my personal philosophy.