1. We take a short break to hoover (John) and hang out some laundry (me), and those ten minutes make the house look ten times neater.

2. My feet seek out a warm spot on or under John. It really does feel like my feet are in charge of finding a space, though they need my mouth to ask him to move his hard wallet so they can curl around his thigh.

3. John remarks that he hasn’t been in the horses’ field for months, because it’s “soggy and muddy”. Out of the corner of my eye – and too late to stop it, I see Lily settling down in a boggy bit of a sometimes stream: “speaking of soggy and muddy…” I say. It gives us the excuse to walk home along the beck path. Two becks in two days – Lily is in heaven. She dashes in and out of the water, washing off the gathered mud.

3b. I have a strange moment at the bottom of Wood Hill: it’s so familiar to me but feels distant because I haven’t stood there for some time. It feels like I’m in a film, in a memory.

4. I’ve taken to drawing while we re-watch the last season of Game of Thrones. I combine my ongoing ideas with inspiration taken primarily from the show’s window screens (which I’ve long wanted to turn into blackwork embroidery patterns) and other light/dark building features, then develop the patterns and forms through repetition. It’s producing surprisingly pleasing results.