Token snow things: heavy clumps falling from the holly bush, bent branches righting themselves in relief; Lily’s headfirst rolls and realising her fur and proportions remind me of polar bears; the crunch as I lower my foot into the imprint I made yesterday.

1. As a break from editing, I revisit a world I had started to create and am reminded what I liked about it in the first place.

2. While I hug her close, we both look out of the window at the snow. Then when John arrives, she climbs up onto my shoulder and goes to sit on his. She returns to back for the journey downstairs and further cuddles.

3. “Do you want a [shopping] list?” “Yes, but leave space so I can add my own treats to it.” NO DEAL.

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