1. I want something to stop my mind whirling and decide a small embroidery project would work perfectly. Then I remember all the finished-but-not-quite-done projects in my box and decide to sort them out instead. I sort out the sewing stuff in the ballot box and the yarn in the footstool – it’s not quite as relaxing as stitching but the colours of the yarn – freed from plastic bags – cheer me somewhat. And at the end, I find a rich teal length of yarn that begs to be turned on the lucet: both the process and the resultant cord are a pleasure.

2. The soup is subtler than normal but delicious all the same.

3. When the little bell catches her attention, Tilda stretches out her neck until she looks disproportioned and we both laugh.