1. The white roots curling around the bottom of the jar.

2. I review my carding technique and learn to dress and doff properly again. It makes it even more fun.

3. Kaufman is such a happy boisterous chap that I sometimes forget he’s a little sweetie too. I pick him up to stop him stealing Carla’s food and he purrs, enjoying the tickle. Then he follows me upstairs and sits on my chest, bending his head like Boron used to. I can feel the rumble right through me.

1. I’m off kilter. There are strange people here, talking about annoying things. I work too quickly and it slumps. Attempts to fix it make it collapse further. I feel frustrated.

I take the clay and wedge it.

It’s drier now, harder to work with but at the same time stronger, less prone to sagging. A bowl grows again and this time it stays in place. It’s a good shape. I don’t overwork it, I do the minimum then wrap it up. Next time, I’ll make it special.

2. The moon watches me all the way home. To start with, it’s hanging above the hill, in an almost mauve sky. Then later, it dances on top of the pink clouds. Then finally, when I’m home, it winks at me through the textured glass, unnaturally bright against the dark night.

3. I attach the buttons to the border and am pleasantly surprised at how well they fit – they straddle the edging perfectly and with their own cutouts, they suit the design perfectly. I had been planning to make ceramic buttons but they’d have been too heavy: these airy pewter-coloured ones work so much better.

0. I have a dream that I’m on SNL and make Andy Samberg laugh with my mad improvisation skillz. Also, I can defy gravity and, effectively, fly. That’s pretty cool too.

1. It’s funny, we’d almost found it so many times but never quite got there.

1b. There are a few pieces of outdoor gym equipment. We stagger like drunks after a few moments on the swinging walking things.

2. Bold colours in a heap on the bathroom floor.

3. We thought Carla-cat was going to die on Saturday night – she’s been in a slow decline for a while but a sudden surge in her chronic respiratory problems looked like it weeks be the final straw. She didn’t eat at all on Sunday and just a handful of treats on Monday, but today she’s improved: she asks for nibbles of food all day, goes downstairs to the litter box for the first time since the weekend and just before bed, comes to see us in the living room for a quick stroke. She’s so frail that she can’t have long left but we’ll enjoy these bonus days.

1. The swans swim around the curve in the canal: negative space cutouts in the reflected colours from the barges.

1b. Charlie-dog runs at us with his blue ball hanging from his mouth on a rope. We take turns throwing it for him while we chat and I tell his mum that he looks like he’s in a dog food commercial – bouncing ears, flowing white fur and a happy grin. Lily-dog puppies at him when he returns each time and in between, calmly sits at our feet. He’s not her favourite doggy pal but he’s quickly jumped up the ranks.

2. My blue and black pot has ended up neither blue or black, but I like it.

2b. I don’t like the grogged sculpture clay – it feels like gritty sand in the clay which isn’t nice to work with and whenever I try to cut/groove it, I feel like it tears rather than cuts cleanly. But when I burnish the fish’s head, I start to see why people like it: the grit disappears into the body and what is left is smooth and rich.

3. Perfectly cooked lamb chops – with a healthy dollop of mint sauce on the side.

1. After traipsing around in the rain and mud, we finally find the rock we’re looking for. It’s smaller than I’d thought, and the cup markings not hugely distinctive so it’s an anti-climax really – but at the same time, it’s still remarkable: more than five thousand years ago, perhaps closer to seven or eight, someone worked those divots into the stone. We wonder what else is nearby, what is buried just metres from where we stand.

2. Lily’s fur after it has dried: thick white curls.

2b. I have extensive cuddle time with Strange, Tilda, Kaufman and L-dog: it’s as if they know I’m sad about animal stuff at the moment and need extra love.

3. Chuckling at familiar jokes.

1. Strange is cuddled into my bum and Lily is cuddled into hers. Out of all the cats, I think Strange is Lily’s favourite.

2. Thin chips – fries – crispy despite the vinegar, sparkling with salt and really, really moreish.

3. The border is just five rows of the most basic crochet stitch but it makes the whole thing look so much more polished.

4. Strange chews everything. But at least when she chewed my crochet pattern this evening, she made a smiley face: