Post, blackcurrants and nuns.

1. We are woken by the fall of a fat pile of letters. When I investigate, I find a wedding invitation among the magazines and bills.

2. The smell of blackcurrants cooking into their own deep red syrup.

3. All day, we've been telling each other that we're going to listen to "the nuns" -- the second batch of Sacred Hearts episodes. It's a historical drama set in a Renaissance convent, a dark love story with a tense setting where reason and religious hysteria collide.

Don't get up, framed and negative space.

1. Hit the wrong alarm button and sleep in by accident.

2. The framer hasn't had a chance to use this frame yet ('It's fascinating. It looks like it's been charred') and would like to very much. But we agree with regret that the one of black and coppery sepia goes better.

3. We learn about the places in a picture where things are not. We are asked to draw the bits that aren't chair, and a light clicks on in my head. Drawing a chair that shoots off in all dimensions -- difficult. Copying flat triangles and parallelograms, then (eventually) filling in the bits of chair -- do-able.

Just like that, wafers and my words.

1. The sun, a magician, draws a shadow off the hedge, and the dew vanishes in a puff of steam.


2. Tunnock's Caramel wafers in their red and gold wrappers.

3. Waiting for me at home is a parcel containing the proofs of Three Beautiful Things.

The first moments, covered and a stolen child.

1. I step outside to pick up the milk and check my pots of seeds. The air is so still and cool and the day so full of possibilities.

2. A flowering shrub in the middle of this front garden has an old curtain thrown over it to keep the cold off.

3. We find frogspawn in the nature reserve pond. She tells me that when she was at junior school, she stole a single jellied egg from the class's tank and took it home in her drink bottle. Her mother was very cross and said: 'Well you'd better look after it.' So she raised a little frog.