How I love Switzerland, writes Julia Stephenson. Ten years ago, when I was writing my first novel and desperate to escape all distractions, I decamped to Geneva to finish it.

I rented a small eyrie in the Hotel At Home in the Paquis district (my garret was surprisingly cheap; it was only later I realised  this was because it was in the red-light district).

Despite this, the area was quiet and I worked diligently on my tome. I was happy in my garret. It was on the top floor of a tall building, and standing on a chair in my well-equipped kitchenette I had stunning views of Lake Geneva. I have happy memories of spinning my salad in a special Swiss salad spinner contraption, transfixed by the view.

Many people thought we were mad keeping chickens on our small London roof, writes Julia Stephenson, but three months on our girls are thriving and laying delicious eggs that are keenly appreciated by all.  So, what’s next?

Well, keeping bees of course! The Queen’s grocer, Fortnum and Mason, has set a trend with hives on their roof that are producing delicious honey with, according to Fortnum’s resident bee expert, notes of 'chestnut and lime, to reflect the trees in the city. Our bees will have feasted on buddleia, lavender and bergamot.'

It sounds irresistible. 

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With the school holidays now in their final furlong many parents are quite worn out, writes Julia Stephenson

Two months of feverish activities have left some mums on the verge of psychotic breakdown and seeking relief with large glasses of medicinal Chardonnay by bath time.

Four years ago I received planning permission to convert my loft into a spacious bedroom, writes Julia Stephenson 

I was also granted permission for three wind turbines, eight solar panels, a wood-burning stove, a hen coop and raised vegetable beds as part of my ambitious plan to create the first carbon-neutral dwelling in Sloane Square.

This victory presented a new dilemma. Who could I ask to do the building work?