1. That special silence between us when we’re both trying to think of a suitable pun. Our mouths bobbing open and closed betray the internal cog spinning.

2. The delicate fishbone pattern in the stream of water running down the gutter.

3. Chopping fresh coriander always reminds me of when I first discovered the herb – and proper curries – at university. As the knife releases the smell from the green leaves, pictures flash into my mind: cooking spicy potato cake things with D, A & E at 83 and the smell of upstairs at The Future Balti in Wibsey.