1. A morning in the garden (or at least in the greenhouse). The pleasantly repetitive nature of potting on (I could never be my dad – pricking out thousands of tiny lavender seedlings – but a couple of dozen aubergine, chilli and courgette seedlings are enjoyable.)

1b. Strange stretches out in the daffodils.

2. R pops by with good (or at least improving) news and once that’s established, we nerd out about stars.

3. An afternoon at the allotment. I work on my herb beds in my original plot – between weeding and covering the soil with pine needle compost, they’re starting to look rather smart.

3b. More weeding at the other plot: there seems to be more strawberry plants in the bed now it’s not cluttered with bittercress, rosebay and dandelions.

3c. I’m without my canine companion today – it’s a bit warm, and she’s still sleepy from the weekend. But that means I get a cat joining me instead. She starts meowing at me cautiously from the other side of the plot but then comes over for a purring hug.

3d. The weeds I bring home for the chickens look unbelievably green. They create a thick edible carpet in the run.

3e. Blacksy the chicken waddle-runs after me as I walk over to where I keep their seed.