1. One of the kids asks if we call out “Leroy Jenkins” as we leave the rehearsal room to head backstage. I tell him only if he says it properly “leeroooooooooy jenkins!” and he laughs – I don’t think he expected me to get it and is amused that I do. I might not know the pop music references in the show but I know seven year old geeky memes (especially, ahem, since I’d spent the afternoon before the show relaxing in Azeroth).

2. I count my way through the different sketches, breathing out a little more as each passes successfully, especially the ones we’d struggled with in rehearsal. There is some freestyling, various good jokes skipped over and missed over words but all in all, it goes well. Those bloomin’ talented scallywags pulled it off again.

3. I cover Lily completely with the crochet blanket and she is still for a moment, then thrashes about in the exact same way that Tom Hanks does when covered in paint dust sheets in The Money Pit. (John knew exactly what I meant by that, even if no one else does :) )

1. Muddy paw prints on the bathmat. Lily decides she wants a shower so noses her way in as I slide the door open to get out. Muddy splodges in the shower tray.

2. Sitting on the top deck gives me a different view of the familiar route. A horse chestnut tree presses its branches – and little potential babies – up against the window. The pretty stone birdbath in the yard next to the dry cleaners. The white fluffy bottoms of chickens near the horses’ fields.

3. Amongst the chaos and frustrations, there are conversations about puppies and clothes and playing guitar.

0. (From last night, after I posted yesterday’s 3BT) Boron stretched diagonally across my body, purring loudly and utterly blissed out. (He’s had super cuddles every night this week after I’ve got back from the theatre: our little ritual.)

1. We play fetch with Lily’s glove (formerly my scruffy gloves for visiting the chickens in winter). It confuses her when I put it on John’s head – she knows it’s around because she can smell it but for some reason can’t see it. She searches around the whole sofa – sniff sniff sniff – until she finally follows my pointing finger. She removes it from John’s head with such gentleness before running off with glee.

2. There is a stupidly heavy downpour – the heaviest I’ve ever seen it here – just as I should be leaving for the bus. I decide I have time to wait to see if it’ll pass and it does – it’s barely spitting when I finally leave the house a couple of minutes later. Other people aren’t so lucky but it was so ridiculously wet that people have had to laugh about it, especially the dripping wet girls with mascara down their faces. A few minutes later, my bus driver seems to take pleasure splashing through the huge puddles.

3. A funny story from my favourite double act.

1. A surprisingly good lunch brought to us by an offer at the weekend, yesterday’s bread and the store cupboard.

2. Yesterday’s attempt didn’t match what I had in mind but today’s is far closer to the image in my mind’s eye. I’m taking the victories where I can get them this week.

3. I’m barred from the kitchen until John presents his secret culinary efforts for our dinner: lamb chops with creamy parsnips – delicious :)

1. The stones near the bus stop are smooth and grooved through years of hands and weather.

2. I throw the fabric through the machine – to hell with evenness and straightness – but when it’s turned right-side-out, you can’t tell. I swirl it around, enjoying the weight and movement.

3. The loveliest cuddle with the two cats.

1. Elegantly crafted dialogue.

2. There is something about the position of our house that encourages my favourite light effect: warm, bright sun on the lime green silver birch leaves in front of the darkest moody sky and the solid tree line behind. It looks unreal and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.

3. Lily wags her tail so furiously sometimes that it pulls her bum around sideways. She wagged it that way when John came home and I felt like doing the same, and not just because he’d brought me half a bag of Percy Pigs.