1. On the Oxfam stall, I am leafing through a book about 19th century embroidery techniques, and thinking "I bet I could do that, too" about some cutwork on muslin, when Nick asks if I would like it. I think for a moment and realise that I would, very much.
2. The man at the bottom of the terrace is weeding his garden path. The damp red bricks smell of turned earth.
3. I ask Nick what he liked about today: "When I bought you a book and you kissed me."