When I went to see my mum yesterday, she’d bought me some flowers, which she insisted on laying carefully on the back seat rather than in the boot (where they might get damaged) or on the passenger seat (where they might be in my way). Fortunately, not only did I belatedly remember this but also they seem to be none the worse for spending the night there.

In a new record, today Dog went about 100 yards before doing a poo and insisting on going back home. It’s not even raining!