I once dreamed of opening a shop and when I described to my boyfriend what I would sell he quipped that perhaps I should call it The Mother’s Day Shop. You see, everything I planned to stock was easy on the eye, only a little bit useful, indisputably but blandly feminine. And so it is with this stemmed bowl. It could be filled with pebbles and used to grow hyacinth bulbs, or filled with the layers of jam roll, jelly, custard and whipped cream that make up a trifle. Personally, I’m still devastated that trifle seems to have gone the way of black forest cake and free city parking.