I’m editing my work for assessment for The Art and Ritual of Journal Writing, a pleasurable task, whilst listening to Radio 3. I need to change the station as I don’t like opera. The living room door has just creaked open and Jophus has walked in, he’s about to jump onto my lap which is covered by my laptop. Has he no consideration! Although it is only 2 o’clock it looks like evening; the rain has been ceaseless and I’ve no desire to go outside.