Eleven years ago I married the man I call Mr Bean. He's a vegie farmer. Carrots, beans, onions are the main crops. Over the years I've adopted the unofficial (unpaid) position of chief vegetable PR girl, pushing the merits of the healthy, nutritious, delicious fresh vegetables Mr Bean and his colleagues grow.
Just when I think I'm winning the battle, reinforcements arrive, crowding my inbox (and my mind) once again. The emails, from faceless people and companies, offer me deals simply "too good to be true" ...