1. No one told me that being an adult would involve being able to accurately describe poo. Lily’s has gone from veg soup to supermarket cheap sausage meat – which is progress and (hopefully) a sign that her constant rancid farting will come to an end.

2. Strange’s nose is pinker than normal: cold from her adventures.

3. The fibres cling to the bristles until you turn the carders the other way around then they magically lift away in one smooth motion.

3b. Rolls of wool ready for spinning tomorrow: ink and teal, according to the labels and I don’t think I can say it better myself. (Though it does remind me of a glaze I used in pottery the other week which was called “resplendent peacock”. Best. Name. Ever.)