1) Seen through the binoculars, the silver birch tree’s trunk looks completely flat – stylised flat like the cutscenes in Fable II, but its dangling branches look like a stereogram. We pass the lenses back and forth to both enjoy the optical illusions.

2) I don’t have to go to Bingley. The day is my own.

3) As our dinner cooks in the oven, we bring down armfuls of books from the bedroom to fill the newly fitted shelves in the dining room. It’s disturbingly pleasing to arrange them – in sets where appropriate and by theme elsewhere. The spine colours of the Bloomsbury edition of TC Boyle’s novels and the red of the Vintage press books look wonderful against the purple wall.