My mother has an eye for beautiful things: the cut of a coat, the plush of a sofa, the brilliance of Turner's Sunrise. She knows too, that beauty is no small thing, understanding that a room, a dress, a table laid for six can alter the destiny of a day. She has always known the art of things: what to keep, what to move, what needs a little more colour, what needs more salt, more spice, more heat, more flare, where the flowers should sit in the sunlight. At her table, nobody i