WHEN THE FIRST Circuit Breaker measures were imposed and restaurants fell over themselves to push out entire menus of takeaway and delivery meals, Nouri started to sell vegetables instead. 

IVAN BREHM WOKE up one morning a little more than a year ago with a voice in his head that came out of nowhere: "The upstairs unit is going to be vacant. You should talk to your landlady."

AS YOU WIPE off the last crumbs of mince pie or log cake and take your last sniff of a dying Christmas tree now emitting wafts of rancid pine, thoughts turn to, what else, food.