Nap, restraint and new season.

My aunt (the cake aunt) has just emailed her beautiful things, which include:

• my taddies have all hatched, all wiggley in a nest of cast-off jelly

• first baobab now has real leaves

1. Taking a nap because it's Saturday, and I can.

2. Granny rings again. I refrain from answering 'Hallo, Telegraph crossword hotline.'

3. The year's first new potatoes.

30 days, virtue and a comparison.

1. The number of unread items in my spam box is going down by itself -- the 30-day auto delete has kicked in because I haven't looked in there for a month. This is good, because one of my new year's resolutions was to stop checking the spam folder. The Google system makes mistakes so rarely that a daily wallow in mails from people who peddle filth and misery is not worth it. My other resolution -- to stop reading the depressing Have Your Say message boards on the BBC -- is going well, too.

2. I hold up my cotton bag for my purchases, and the shop man smiles and says: 'Good girl.'

3. I skim over my copy of the Watchmen graphic novel to compare it with the film I saw last night.