1. I become a dahlia planting production line – within no time at all, all the pots are filled with soil and potential.

1b. Strange walks along the wall – not along the top but about halfway up where the stones jut out a little. Living up to her name once again.

1c. The cats explore the greenhouse for the first time and take turns to … fertilise my raised bed with little splashes of nitrogen-rich liquid.

1d. Later, I look up from a cuddle with Tilda to see we’re being watched: the ginger cat sits on the wall and blinks at me.

2. The sweet dog sleeps.

3. “Watch where you’re going,” the dad tells his son. The boy, perhaps three, is distracted by Lily and not paying attention to his cycling, which seems to be a very new skill. His feet fall from the pedals and he wobbles dangerously. He needs a supporting hand and a bit of a push to get going again.

Ten minutes or so later, as they make the return journey from the fish’n’chip shop, the dad’s warning has changed: “don’t go too far, don’t go too fast, remember you have brakes.” He doesn’t need any help any more.