1. I meet a very fluffy cat on the way back from the supermarket. It tries to climb into my shopping bag and steal our lunch. Later, over the road, I meet the cat whose back half looks like Strange but she is only chatty, not cuddly.

1b. I have to catch and release both a butterfly and a bird from the house. Windows are confusing, aren’t they?

2. I stop by with some vegetables from the plot for R. He tells me he’s not growing much this year then shows me his super fruiting aubergines, his pumpkin (which I’d given him, mistakenly telling him it was a courgette) and his prolific runner beans, amongst other things. For someone who isn’t growing much, he’s got a heck of a lot of produce on the go.

3. I make John howl with laughter – or rather he says something wrong by mistake, and when I point it out to him, he lets out a bellow.

1. As I’m waking up and wondering what the day will bring, John says “pyjama day?”. Indeed.

2. I’ve been on a quest to find a pair of jeans that fits just how I want and after many returns to many shops, today, I find some good ones. I order two more pairs.

3. Both lunch and dinner are padded out using homegrown items: it’s nice that they’re there to be used.

1. Each time I go into the bedroom, I find another cat in there.

2. Flat cherry coke.

2b. A cafe/sandwich place that isn’t afraid of spice. My tuna melt is tangy with jalapenos and the samosas we have as a side have a deep, round curry flavour.

2c. Wilkinsons are having a seed clearance sale – just 5p a pack! I wish we’d popped in earlier as I suspect the takings would have been richer, but I still pick up 12 packs of vegetable seeds (mostly runner beans and broad beans, but also some fancy courgettes and aubergines), and an assortment of wild flower and perennials. Full price, the vegetables seeds would have cost £23.67 – I paid just 60p – bargain!

2d. Lily has been collecting tennis balls for her granny. She apparently kept finding and bringing her different ones, to see which one she liked best.

3. A curry with flavours that take us back to our curries of yore: when we’d just taken our Indian Cookery class and were following their recipes more closely.

1. Tilda is asleep on the chair in the living room. She doesn’t sit there normally but I threw a blanket on it yesterday and that means she will now glue herself to it.

1b. The neighbour’s cat spots me in the garden and runs over, meowing, for a cuddle. I wish our cats were as sociable as her.

2. I rejig the positions of my outside tomatoes and cucumbers, and spot tiny little tomatoes amongst the leaves. The garden plants seem generally a bit behind the allotment ones – it’s good to see they’re catching up now though.

3. I flesh out an idea at my desk but it truly comes alive when I tell John about it as we walk.

1. The chickens cluck softly, expressing their interest in the slightly past-it Shreddies I sprinkle over the ground.

1b. As I’m pinching out the growing tips of the chillis in the porch, Strange enters with a low meow, then another, then attaches herself to my leg. When she starts chewing at my calf, I realise I’ve been rubbing up next to catnip in the greenhouse.

2. The sleek grey cat runs along the path – it thinks everyone has left and the site belongs to him again. It stops when it sees me then continues on his path when he realises I’m a friendly human. I chat to him and distract Lily while he continues on his rounds across my plot.

2b. There are more tomatoes than I thought in the plastic greenhouse. And there are more courgettes ready to harvest too.

2c. Lily runs across the flat parkland in the evening sun. Above the path, near the goalposts, the clover flowers speckle the green. I stop, as I often do, to enjoy the longer view, of the hills in the distance.

3. Lamb and cauliflower cheese and roasted Mediterranean veg.

1. Courgette flower fritters and salad for lunch: delicious and nearly all homegrown. We eat too much.

2. Lily and I both fall over on our walk, slipping on mud in the wet woods. She is stopped by a convenient little tree and I manage to escape with just a couple of nettle stings – which, when falling into a clump of nettles and brambles isn’t bad at all.

3. R comes over in the evening. He sounds more positive than he has in months.