I didn’t sleep much last night, tired though I was. But I made up for it this afternoon, when I had a lengthy nap, for at least an hour. As a result, my loaf of bread isn’t entirely successful. It over-proved and, well, it’s a bit flat on top. I daresay it’ll taste fine and, if it’s a disappointment, I’ll make another and give it to the chickens. It doesn’t matter.

I’ve got a lot of plants to be put into planters or the ground and I didn’t manage it today. It was too hot in the middle of the day. So I did a nice lunch instead. Hot-smoked salmon, prawns in a Marie Rose sauce, radishes, spring onions, little tomatoes, black olives, a random slice of leftover pork pie, homemade sourdough bread. We ate it out of doors and it was after that when I had my sleep.

My little grandson Rufus will be 5 on Wednesday. He’s a dear little boy who loves his granny, but a degree of that is him approving of the food I serve. Since many small children are wary of anything they don’t eat all the time, I take that as a compliment too. I have bought him a computer game for his birthday but I’m going into the little local sweet’n’toy shop to see if there’s something to add to it. I thought he might like a puppet: perhaps a glove puppet he could play with along with his little sister.

Still tired. But I’ve signed the lease for the flat and that’s something of a relief as, with expenses and loss of income, I’m well over £1000 a month down at present. I have savings, it’s okay, but it’ll be good to be back on an even keel.