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How much better, hope in a pot and horrid fate.

1. After a restless night, I get up furious at all the noises and troubles that have chased away all chance of sleep. It's funny how much better things seem after breakfast and even just a little bit of physical activity. 2. I'm decommissioning nasturtiums ruined by caterpillars and tiny iridescent flea beetles when I notice pale shoots uncurling by the roots. Not only that, but a few seeds lie on the surface of the pots. I replant, push the seeds into the soil, water and hope. 3. We've finished The Hound of the Baskervilles. The antagonist really is a rotter who thoroughly deserves such a horrid fate that is foreshadowed to great effect at the start of the story; and greatly enhanced by the lurid description of Holmes, Watson and Lestrade tracking but not finding any trace.

Cured, just a shower and in a rush.

1. The bath bombs we made yesterday in a Lush workshop have cured -- it's satisfying to ease them out of the mould. 2. I look up to the window, and it's raining -- just a shower, but enough to lay the dust, wake the petrichor and raise our hopes. 3. A brown orange spotted moth, so small it could sit on my little fingernail with room to spare, speeds about the garden, never quite stopping long enough for me to get a good look.

Wake up, first look and baking day.

1. I walk in the middle of his room, mention that I'm in need of proofreading today and will pay a 10% rush fee. Then I walk out. The thump of feet of floorboards. 2. I get a quick peep at the new website; we talk about picture research and how to style credits and AI use and SEO, and it suddenly feels very real. 3. All these just baked biscuits arrayed across the work surfaces, trays double stacked.

Maybe buying, plank and duvet.

1. After dropping off a donation, we run our eyes along the rails and shelves, wondering if we want to fill the space we've just made. 2. I still marvel to see her casually holding a plank position while watching videos -- she's up to four minutes now. 3. We put our duvet aside weeks ago in the heat. Suddenly this night I want its insulation and weight, so I drag it out and get under it.

Thanking the bus driver, games night and great bear.

1. There's a dad a few rows back telling his toddler that they need to thank the bus driver. He says, 'I'll do it first, shall I, and then you can copy me.' 2. Sling some dice, borrow a cocktail dress from the wife of the governor of Bermuda, get shipwrecked, fight some dinosaurs. 3. Ursa Major tumbles tail over head scattering stars in the sky gap down our street.

Treasure, through the woods and back again.

1. She has aquilegia seeds, gleaming black like obsidian grains, in a pink striped paper bag. 2. I remember I have a choice, and walk back through the woods. 3. It's been a while. Netflix has changed its layout, and we need to recap the previous episode. Between us, we have enough to get along with.

Poplar, patience and caterpillars.

1. Waking early, see the poplar leaves fluttering green and silver in the unsettled air. 2. There is a lot of patience and persistence going on as Uncle Yog takes Bettany climbing. Her exercise routines have paid back in terms of strength and flexibility and confidence.  3. Black caterpillars the size of em-rules waving and undulating as they free themselves from swathes of webbing on a nettle stem.