0. Strange over stretches and nearly falls off the bed. I help her back up, laughing.

1. A bright, and not too cold, day. I prune the sage and various shrubs, and I clear away last year’s leaves to let this year’s breath. Cats and chickens watch me carefully.

1b. A squirrel pauses before shooting up the tree: its mouth full of leaf mulch, its tail flicking as it eyes me and Tilda.

2. A walk in the golden hour: along the road (where we see a cat darting into the field) to the allotment to see John’s dad’s work, then through the park (where we enjoy gable dormers of the usually hidden cottage) to the supermarket.

3. The roundness of the orange in the gelato sets off the warmth of the vanilla in the waffle. I’d asked for mint as an alternative if they didn’t have jaffa – but I’m glad I didn’t have to resort to that.