I’ve alarmed my whole family with my downstairs escapade. I told Ro, who is considering becoming a blood donor so that I can give it up (he hasn’t up until now because he’s so thin, he has to remember to eat enough or he sort of vanishes sideways) and Dilly is talking about restarting too. Al called in to check me out – those two read the blog, I hadn’t seen them since it happened. I’m seeing Weeza on Sunday. It seems too late in the day to mention it, but she’ll be cross if she finds out later. I may make a funny story out of it…

Anyway, all is well at the Zedery. I’d intended to drive home from Norwich and then bike into Yagnub, but the forecast said rain all day and I didn’t think I’d bother, when it came to it. So I called in at the greengrocer on the way home. They had local asparagus. So I bought a bunch, more Jersey Royals, some English watercress and a few other bits and bobs and then headed to the fishmonger, because the asparagus needed something celebratory. I bought a whole sea bream and invited Wink to dinner. I also chilled a bottle of local wine. It was all a joy to eat. And I miss sharing that joy with Tim and also with my mother, because they got it just in the way I do. But it mustn’t spoil the joy, that would be foolish.

The rain dulled my get-up-and-go and I didn’t do much this afternoon. I didn’t sleep for long last night, so I think an early bath and a book are called for.