1. The roads are so clear that I reach the station in time for the early train: as I reach the platform and look down the track, it curves around the corner into view.

2. I have a buying mission today: some nice yarn and a fluffy pom-pom to make a hat. I head straight to one of the alpaca stalls for the latter and pick a buff-coloured puff. It is impressively silky soft.

2b. I take workshops on paper piecing patchwork, chiffon landscapes, Japanese rice bags and distressing textiles using bondaweb. My favourites are the paper piecing (which I’d been wanting to try for a while) and the Japanese rice bags – the latter using beautiful geometric prints.

2c. I say a quiet hello to a dog on the station and it looks up at me with beautifully intense eyes. It stares at me with such longing as I approach and then as I pass down the platform that I want to run back and give it a hug. Later, when I’m stood opposite it on the other side of the tracks, it sees me again and we share another gaze.

2d. John comes to pick me up from the station. He (correctly) thinks it’ll be cute for him to meet me on the platform but unfortunately I had arrived earlier than he thought, and had already crossed over to the other platform, to wait in the shelter next to the car park. Eventually, after we’ve both waited more than ten minutes in the cold and rain, I text him to see where he is. When he says “the station”, I turn around and we see we have been stood across the tracks from each other but hoods had disguised our identities. We chat on the phone across the dangerous divide.

3. Lily is delighted to see me and there is a curry slow cooking in the oven. We cuddle up on the sofa and laugh at funny things.