0. (Something I forgot from Thursday) I know it’s invasive and bad in so many ways, but I love the smell of Himalayan Balsam. As I walk through the horses field to the canal, it reminds me generally of childhood and specifically of the times John and I first identified and remembered the smell (at Kirkstall Abbey), and of the time when I breathed it in while watching dogs play at the bottom of Shipley Glen.

1. The sudden change in the dog when she sees trees out of the car windows: from a completely shutdown grump slumped in the footwell to shining eyes and a hopeful pant as she looks this way and that.

2. I watch two little scenes transpire at the supermarket – simple interactions but ones outside my grasp for one reason or another. I register the positioning, the tones and the (not so hidden) intentions. The everyday is extraordinary sometimes.

3. I perch one of the red chickens on my knee so we can all stroke it. I’m always surprised how soft the feathers feel, how cool and smooth. (I’m also glad that she doesn’t poo.)

1. The clouds are soft and fuzzy, like creamy wool blankets on sky blue sheets.

2. The warm weight of the sleepy chickens as I lift them into the coop.

3. The vivid purple flesh of the pigeon, peeking out from underneath the paler skin.

1. Carla is hesitant about coming into the office at first but when I pat-pat a familiar rhythm on my knee, she runs in. I stroke her and she rubs against me as I work then she finds the treats and I am forgotten.

2. An unexpected last laugh.

3. To live in a world where distance is no detriment to friendship.

1. Our clear, tinkling little beck is roaring: a 10ft wide stretch of murky water gushes by the bottom of the garden. It’s so fast and out of place, it scares me on some very base level yet still I watch.

1b. I return to the house with eggs and a strawberry almost as big as an apple.

2. The ball bounces off the wall and the dog follows it across the bed.

3. We’re all waiting and have chosen to wait together. “It’s like New Year’s Eve,” someone says, and it really is, including people doing countdowns and conga lines. Everyone is good natured and making bad jokes, then when the moment we’ve been waiting for happens six minutes early, I have to laugh when we all rush as one.

3b. The good nature travels with us as we all uncover the brand new for the first time.