"No cheeses, no cheeses!"

Only a few weeks now until we head back to Sardinia and already waiters across the island are beginning to sweat.

Soon their restaurants will reverberate to the sound of my better half frantically demanding “no cheeses, no cheeses!” in their mother tongue as she orders every course.

The other half you see is a fussy eater. Of course like all fussy eaters she denies this – the “no cheeses” thing apparently a result of migraines as a child.

Strangely though on our first holiday together in Greece she developed a liking for stefado. For the uninitiated stefado is a sort of beef stew, which as you may or may not know contains goat’s cheese, an ingredient the other half insists is “optional”.

Anyhow this food aversion has recently grown to include hamburgers, eel, veal, mussels, mackerel...

Add in our two guests – combined dislikes: fish of any kind, prawns, lamb and beef – and I only hope no one suggests eating in while we’re away.