I am watching rubbish on iPlayer and waiting for a delivery person to bring me prawn toast, fortune cookies, noodles and "mixed balls". There was a rainbow earlier. Sophie is in bed quietly practising the secret surprise song they're going to sing at school for their headteacher who's leaving. Egdog is sleeping beside me on the sofa. Owl's at the count with Beard Club but not for the whole night. The cat is upstairs warming the bit of bed where my feet go. I recently started drafting a novel and didn't immediately give up. I have aced my essays this year. The kitchen is full of coffee.