0. (From the other day but repeated today) The light shines through the granny square blanket, dappling the world underneath. The different colours make it look like a woolly stained glass window.

1. Lily is in a playful mood: she and John wrestle then she desperately looks around for something which can be thrown – first she picks up a shoe, which clunks around the room, then she finds a ball, which she catches several times before taking it to the sofa of victory.

2. Kaufman strolls over to John and demands tickles. I can’t see them – John’s bent knees and his laptop are in the way – but I can hear the conversation and it delights me that both seem to be enjoying the moment a lot.

3. My skin is settling down again after the heat of the summer disrupted its routine: it feels clean, light and clear.

Headache all day. Boo.

1. The cats, dog and John tend to me well as I lie in a heap on the sofa.

2. I look for holiday cottages or dog-friendly b&bs/hotels – and find a nice selection. My favourites are the ones that mention their own pets on the site: a sign they’ll probably be actually dog- friendly rather than just dog-tolerant.

3. Lily taps John’s arm to make him look at her and when he does, she stares at him with such intensity it’s as if she’s trying to transmit her thoughts into his brain.

1. Lily is both afraid of and intrigued by the space hoppers.

2. The bun looks almost like brioche: yellow, fluffy and with a beautifully domed top.

3. I show John how to throw cylinders on the wheel – he plays with his first one and it ends up a bit goblet shape but even though he misses a step with his second, it ends up just right. Jammy bugger.

3b. I split my time between making my nicest set of bowls yet and chores: I make a reclaim board and start recovering some slaked down clay; I glue magnets to my tools so I don’t lose them as easily; and I set up another paint can shelf so I have more drying space. It feels like my mini-studio is coming together at the same rate as my skills.

1. I really, really want a cup of tea – then I remember that I made one: it’s right there in front of me and still warm.

2. “Is that a cement board?” I ask somewhat tentatively – hopeful more anything else: it would be ridiculously fortuitous if it was just what I needed, and going spare too. Luck is with me.

2b. The woods open out into grassland. Dark clouds and sunshine make the distant hills all the more dramatic.

3. We go into the office to play with the latest technology but I am distracted by old school Shelf Pottery-style pottery and bargello cushion covers (then I crash a big fake lorry).

1. Lily stares at the sticky sweet at the bottom of the waste bin, her tail banging on the floor. She would like it please.

1b. Later, her tail rustles a carrier with each wag, making it all the more noticeable when it picks up speed as she says hello and sniffs Strange-cat.

2. While out with Lily, I pop by the allotment and I find a – very established – grape vine I’d missed before, with grapes growing on it. Lily chews the long grass while I do my brief chores.

2b. I do a few reps on the weight machines while looking out at the soft sun over the hills of Calverley.

2c. Lily looks at me like I’m a doofus as I slalom around the gateway: why don’t I just go under it in a straight line like her?

2d. To return to a house smelling of garlic, onions and spices galore.

3. I pass the halfway point of my chunky striped scarf. I can’t wait until it is cold enough to wear it.

1. I lie in bed and finish my book.

2. I notice that my outfit – pale grey hoodie, mid-grey jeans, dark grey socks – looks like gravity is draining its saturation.

3. It’s felt autumnal today – bright between rain showers but a touch cold – and I’m inspired to make myself a new scarf for the approaching cold weather. Using the gorgeous wool left over from the annoying circle blanket, I crochet chunky granny stripes. I keep holding it up to admire the colour scheme.