1. Our conversation is, as usual, at 90mph and all over the place. Walking down Eleanor, we talk about drawing techniques; along Thornhill, we cover telekinesis and Yorkshire impressions of people from Star Wars; as we duck back along the top of the quarry, we talk about religion; and through (what we call) the old wood and the oak wood, we talk about our place in space.
2. I know John will be home imminently so after I empty the bin, I wait for him in the porch. I soon see him walking down the road but Lily, stood on the step and leaning against the cupboard (like this), is looking the wrong way. When she finally sees him, she has to drop back to all four paws to adequately show her excitement. John laughs at her little head bobbing up and down as she jumps around.
3. I notice that enchiladas give me the same contented warm glow instead as a hearty stew.