1. The bacon is almost too salty on its own but it’s perfect with a smear of sweet jam.

2. We take an exploratory walk around their area. We find numerous fruit trees and “moribund bridges”. Stark modern industrial design nestles in next to elaborate structures from the Industrial Revolution. A direction sign has been amusing altered and three doors in a short terrace are in cheerful primary colours.

2b. The clouds over Bradford look like the sea crashing on the shore: a blanket of heavy grey breaking into sunlight white on the edge.

3. Lily sleeps soundly.

1. We’d gone thinking it would be one event (a food deli with a dozen or so stalls) but actually it was something else – thousands of people and entertainment across the whole grounds. We’d very much have preferred the former but a few good things still: there was no charge for either car parking or entry; the vivid purple of the musicians’ clothes; the always beautiful ancient abbey in the sunshine.

1b. The car park attendant dances his actions.

2. I send them home with armfuls of crops from the plot. In addition to the usual fruit, they take lettuce and a courgette. Mum worries about taking our first courgette but I point to the numerous others on that plant alone: we will not be short of courgettes this year.

3. The broad beans float then sink then float again. Afterwards I fry them with garlic and onions, and for the last minute, throw in some tiny cherry tomatoes too. The colours and symbolism are both marvellous.

1. Lots of different flavours at lunch.

2. The cats are anti social but Lily more than makes up for it.

3. We were supposed to be there to weed but we spend all the time harvesting various crops instead. Another few pounds of strawberries, another pound of mange tout and half a carrier full of broad beans.

4. We book the exact flights we want and, return for two, have change from £100. Even away from the mega deals of yore (we’ve had 1p flights in the past) this seems ludicrously cheap.

1. I alternate between cleaning the bedroom and cuddling Tilda on the bed.

2. I look though a photo album from a decade ago: we look so young but I pay more attention to the background than our faces, remembering our old haunts.

3. The lasagne is better than I thought it would be and wonderfully saucy.

1. I wait for the water to drip off me in the shower.

2. I like our spare room. It’s cluttered but it’s an interesting shape and it feels pleasantly removed from the rest of the house. I lie on the bed and Lily joins me, then she decides she wants her own bed so jumps over the divide. Tilda visits too and slides along the wet window sill.

3. John giggling about his ice cream scoop.

3b. Strange, being strange, sits with all her four paws in a line. This makes us both giggle.

1. The sudden short burst of heavy rain.

2. Leftover keema spread on buttered white bread. A guilty pleasure.

3. The ice on the frozen strawberries makes them look like they’ve been dusted with sugar.