1. I see a glimpse of the heavy snow settled on the ground before it melts in the rain.

1b. The last of the zines folded, stitched and slipped into their envelopes.

2. The pickles and curries are all delicious and varied, but it’s the first mouthful of the sweet custard and jam roly poly that really hits the spot.

3. The cats are skitty because of the bad weather and that makes them much more sociable in the evening. They bounce around and accept strokes from everyone while we play our games.

1. We walk in the woods for the first time in a little while.

2. The salad looks super healthy until I tip the homemade croutons on it. I very much enjoy the crunch.

3. The sharp contrast between the clean and dusty parts of the lampshade.

1. I go back to sleep and when I wake up the second time, thick fluffy snowflakes are falling from the sky.

2. I don’t think the scrap-stuffed envelope will light then suddenly, the whole thing goes up in a “whoompf”.

3. A return to an old favourite – the silliness of 30 Rock.

1. The top of the fence smells like warm wood in a sauna.

2. I’m going upstairs in a minute so I’ll just listen to this selected one track, not a whole album. Oh and this one. And this one. I end up listening to a dozen favourites.

3. Stacks of neatly folded paper.

1. Somewhere along the line, I became someone who loves the heel of the bread.

2. Falling down a research rabbit hole.

3. Our neighbours’ cat A waits sweetly for me to finish with her brother and put out their food, then she jumps on my knee and we have a long cuddle.

3b. Our neighbours’ underfloor heating.

1. An early (for me, for a Sunday) phone call has me up and hunting for strayed horses in the woods. I track hoof prints in the mud and identify three different types of poo, proving that both foxes and deer have been around recently (as well as the horses). I also spot one of our cats – Tilda I think – on Wood Hill, a fair way from our house and I get a hug from Friendly Black Dog when I met her out on her morning walk. We don’t find the horses (they finally turn up in the afternoon, a mile away) but it’s sunny, and warm for February, and that makes the search enjoyable all the same.

2. The restaurant turns out to be better than we thought – I give the cook free rein on my soup noodles, ending up with a mix of flavours I’d never have picked but love.

2b. Jewels of jelly wobbling.

3. We go to see Circa Tsuica – a circus group from France that combines acrobatics and brass band music. It’s silly, crazy and awe-inspiring – we grin solidly for an hour at their exertions.

3b. We make stupid puns the whole way home. And exchange clumsy, awkward side-on high fives to celebrate the dumbest of them.