A phone alarm pings, and Adonis Florides gets up. Excuse me, he says briskly, there’s “something I have to do”. I wonder if he needs to take some pill or medication (he’s 65, after all) – but in fact he’s baking bread, and has to go stretch the dough. Our three-hour conversation is peppered with four such interruptions, by the end of which the bread has emerged from the Dutch
