1. Kaufman rolls on his back on my desk then accepts a very snuggly cuddle. Strange nibbles at the offered cat nip leaf then accepts a very snuggly cuddle too. Tilda gets her cuddles – a belly rub – on the bath mat, and even next door’s lovely kitty gets in on the action, with a tickle at the bottom of the steps near the greenhouse.

2. Grey clouds gather as I’m watering the allotment plots and as I lock the gate, it starts spitting – I’m only wearing a t-shirt, I have to walk the dog, I think I’m going to get drenched — but I don’t. And then the sun comes out again.

3. Being outside in the colourful garden on a lovely summer evening (even though it’s shady where the bbq is) invigorates us, and we all brim with fresh energy and good humour. The BBQ-ed chicken is very nice too (my banana experiments, not so much; though everyone eats their fill of marshmallows).

3b. S asks if Lily has run around the garden properly yet – and though we’ve been out there the whole time, she’s hasn’t, she’s hung close. He gees her up and they’re off, running across the grass together.

3c. We go off on one about toast.