1. Lily sits with her arm cocked over R’s leg and smiles at me. I think she likes her buddy.

1b. R laughs in the middle of my rant: he’s amused that, while talking, I’ve skinned the cherry jaffa cake and am waving around the round red jelly as I gesticulate.

2. To finally finish the draft of the report and send it out. There is still work to be done but the big job is out of the way now.

3. I move between the three sleeping cats – sleeping in their usual positions on the cushion, in the hammock and on the curve of the cat tree – and kiss all their heads.

1. When my columns of numbers add up correctly on the first try.

2. The pack of happy cocker spaniels springs out of the car and instantly disperses into the woodland. Later, their owner calls them back and they obey, only to disappear again in a burst of fast moving fur on the nod of his head. We tell the owner that we’re jealous.

3. An unbelievable jammy shot wins me the match.

I’ve caught yet another cold (though, like the last one, it’s blissfully short lived).

1. Lily seems to want a lazy day like me so we stretch out on the sofa together. She seems to spend more of her day asleep on her back than she does upright or conscious. (I am not want for cat company either, they all visit for a portion of the day.)

2. To plan adventures. (Albeit ones in this country with the dog.)

3. John pre-vinegars my chips before bringing in the plates.

1. We umm and ah about whether to add bacon to the croissants then remember there is an open pack that needs eating: well if we *have* to… The saltiness offsets the sweet jam perfectly as I knew it would.

2. We laugh at how the Major clearly finds their male dog rather attractive then to give them a rest from his attentions, we loop him on a lead and walk him back down the hill.

3. Pizza, a bad film, Heroes chocolates and winner stays on Bust A Move with friends – the perfect way to help me forget about policy documents and selfish, greedy people.

1. To finalise and click send on something that I’ve been working on for over a month.

2. Kippers and poached eggs and nutmeg-spinach for lunch? Oh my!

3. We play the game until we’re passed the point of tiredness. I realise it’s just about my favourite thing of the week – both joy and frustration are fleeting but it’s fun even when I’m losing (which isn’t that often, to be fair).

1. I tidy my scruffy stack of papers into neat plastic wallets. Doing so reveals topics and a structure for the report.

1b. I want the transport folder but Tilda is stretched out across it. I leave it where it is.

2. When John leans down to hug Lily her eyes bulge ever so slightly. She’s quickly showing her belly and tail wagging with delight.

2b. One of the chickens is giving the illusion she is outside the sealed run. I laugh and laugh as I try to unsee it.

3. Our before bedtime Bust A Move playing has become a habit. Between our pathetic trash talking and the delight of a jammy move or a well angled bouncer, I very much enjoy playing and how much it clears my head.