Rose came over yesterday. She’d been in Norwich for an appointment and had missed lunch. I’d already had mine, but fed her on Baron Bigod and toast. Then we had a cheese and spinach soufflé with salad for dinner and she stayed the night.

During the afternoon, I got to grips with some of the old papers from a bookcase I want to remove from the study. I’ll have to replace it with something, but I hope I’ll find a smaller one and can swap. There’s so much furniture in this house that it is always possible to do that – though otherwise I’ll find one in Tim’s house. The eternal shortage of bookcases means that I probably will keep most of his. I do need to be rigorous about getting rid of some books, though. Mine rather than his, I suspect.

Wink is coming home tomorrow and I’ve been lazy. There’s a very good supplier of Indian food, who started up a small business a few months ago. He delivers on a Friday or Saturday only, for you to reheat the meal at home. The basic meals are four dishes, one with a meat portion (always chicken, though a lamb dish is available as an extra) and one with a vegetable curry, then there’s a dhal and two other vegetable dishes, plus raita. Once you’ve opted for ‘carnivore or herbivore,” there’s a list of supplementary dishes. We’ve had them several times, they’re good home rather than restaurant cooking, which is a compliment without insulting a good restaurant. One meal serves 2-3, it says, though we always found it was ample for the three of us, without adding extra rice or whatever, so Wink and I will eat some of it tomorrow and I’ll freeze the rest. I was going to make toasted cheese for lunch, because that’s my default lazy lunch nowadays, but I pulled myself together and fried aubergine, shallot, pepper and tomato with some halloumi instead. Apart from starting a sourdough loaf, it was the only non-indolent action of the day.