1 Ben barked at 4 am. I came down and let him out, he lifted his leg against a tree for some time, so needed to go. However, when he barked again at 7 and I came down again (I’d still been awake at 6, and hadn’t slept at all until after 2), he just wanted to play. The Sage slept through it all.
2 I cooked him* a massive marrow bone on Saturday, gave it to him today and he was thrilled with it and spent a long time gnawing it out in the passageway. The carpet out there is now rather greasy, but it’s nasty old carpet tiles, only still there because they are so easy to lift and wash. Ten years ago, my mother couldn’t understand why I didn’t get something better, but they’re dirt-coloured and so useful.
3 The Sage has started buying me flowers. It’s been tulips the last couple of weeks and today he brought carnations, freesias and pink roses. Very charming of him, but quite disconcerting after all these years.
4 I opened a bottle of red wine which had lost its label. I found that the cork was marked La Croix St André Lalande-de-Pomerol 1979. It is delicious. Just as well I hadn’t realised, I’d have saved it for a special occasion which might never arise.
5 I made soup of onion, celery and potato flavoured with cumin seeds, cooked in vegetable stock and milk. It was very good. And we had sausages too. We’d had bacon and eggs for lunch, I’m going for lot of walks and am permanently cold as a result.
*Ben, not the Sage