Bold is what I am drawn to. Subtle seems to evade me. This is not something I am particularly proud of, it is just the way it is. It probably highlights an underlying shallowness. So for a change I thought I would try a little sensitivity. Bring on the understated and the wistful. Embrace the backroom boys and the misunderstood. If you could imagine Kate Bush singing Wuthering Heights in the background at this moment it might help. What do you think? Did I manage it? Seems a little bit weird to me. Although when you examine this soon to burst nigella bud and its ferny foliage you might start to believe there is something to be said for the coy approach.