1. It’s been a long time since we’ve had channa & puree (a light but spicy chickpea & potato curry, served with fried chapatti) for breakfast. The tea that follows tingles on our tongues from the residue spices.
2. We help D & E move into their new house. It involves going to the hell that is Ikea on a Saturday and many, many trips back and forth – if we’d drawn our route on a map with a felt tip, the pen would have easily soaked through and torn the paper – but it’s nice to see their new home coming more and more together with each van load.
2b. We’re tired and distracted, and D directs us onto the wrong side of the motorway. Unfortunately the next junction is a long one – the one right across the moors, past the farm in the middle of the lanes and into Lancashire – but we get to enjoy the mist on the hill tops, and coming back, a stock-photo soft sunset and the moon, heavy and full, directly in front of us above the road. It also prompts D to utter the phrase “the junction is just over the horizon”, which tickles me all day.
2c. A pizza power-snack just as we are beginning to wilt.
2d. I start to lose it on the second to last leg of our journey – even though we’re finally back on a very familiar stretch of road. My mind flows off on a memory of something from 20 years ago and when I return to the present, for just a few seconds, I have no idea where I am, which town I’m in or even when we exist. It doesn’t feel particularly scary though, more like a fun adventure.
3. We all want to go home but the sky is so clear that we can’t help but stare at the stars.
4. John laughs at the idea of having 25 dogs in our bed and laughs even harder when I reduce them to “one hundred hoofing paws”.