1. I want something to stop my mind whirling and decide a small embroidery project would work perfectly. Then I remember all the finished-but-not-quite-done projects in my box and decide to sort them out instead. I sort out the sewing stuff in the ballot box and the yarn in the footstool – it’s not quite as relaxing as stitching but the colours of the yarn – freed from plastic bags – cheer me somewhat. And at the end, I find a rich teal length of yarn that begs to be turned on the lucet: both the process and the resultant cord are a pleasure.

2. The soup is subtler than normal but delicious all the same.

3. When the little bell catches her attention, Tilda stretches out her neck until she looks disproportioned and we both laugh.

1. To be able to have the lazy day that we both need.

2. The colours of the salad in the glass bowl.

3. Two similar – but critically different – pictures tell such a story.

1. The crackers remind me of the ones I used to make, not overly flakey and almost nutty with seeds.

2. The book I’ve been reading confuses my perception of cause and effect. It’s fun – and strangely freeing – to notice the difficult my brain is having processing order.

3. The draped silk cloth turns from silver-grey to a vibrant pink with a flick of a light. It is so smooth that it looks liquid.

1. The robot display is not quite as impressive as we thought it would be but we all find things we like (or in my case, are both hypnotised and horrified by).

1b. A painting of a sunset over snow, with a murder of crows investigating the human and dog footprints in the foreground. The use of light and shadow is amazing.

2. It becomes a joke how we seem to empty out pubs whenever we enter. (Though, hopefully, it’s just a coincidence, with people doing the same thing as us: moving on after every drink.)

3. We weren’t that impressed with the last Korean BBQ we tried but this one is much better. Every dish tastes distinct and delicious. We eat until we’re stuffed.

1. We walk to the supermarket together at lunchtime.

2. I have a sealed tube of catnip in my desk drawer, which the cats have been enjoying lately. Strange meows with excitement whenever I lift it out: she doesn’t even need to smell its contents any more.

3. I slice up the avocado without removing the skin, then I replace the stone and seal the fruit back together. I don’t do it with the intention of confusing John but it works anyway.

1. A glorious spring day. At one point, I sit on the chipping path and just enjoy the sun.

1b. There is a black cat on my plot as I approach and later I approach the shelter slowly to not alert the slinky grey boy inside.

1c. It’s hard to see what I’m doing – every time I look up from the pruning, the sun nearly blinds me – but when I eventually step back, I realise I’ve managed to give it a decent shape after all.

2. At first it’s unimpressive – it looks like any bogstandard music visualisation – then we realise what exactly is happening and we’re in awe.

3. The curry – a haleem – is even better than I thought it would be (after a taste of O’s the other week). I want a spoon to eat the sauce like a soup.

3b. That I had a spectacular fall but didn’t ladder my tights or break anything expensive. (I did, it turns out, do a bit of a number on my knee but that is cheap to heal compared to a phone.)