Winter gardening, word puzzle and Simenon.
1. Pulling tiny weeds from a pot I find among the tangled leaves chilled blue fists of grape hyacinth flowers.
2. At games night, there's a word puzzle -- the moment when you see three letters that could fit together, and then there's a cascade of fitting letters, and then a whole word and then another.
3. I'm falling asleep, but I'm trying to explain to Nick why I like Maigret. 'It's raining and there are boats and they've already poisoned the Pernod and calvados bottles. And everyone in the café has mistresses.'