On my way to work this morning, just letting everything unfold without explanation, rhyme or reason: the toot of a horn, the calls of the gulls, the bright, shining silence of the moon.

Early start. Still dark. Silence but for the ticking clock and the hum of the fridge.

An evening spent in good conversation with my wonderful wife. Happily fuelled by a bottle of Baileys and a sporadically puttering open fire thanks to freshly chopped, slightly damp logs.

The time for bed is drawing near thanks to an early start for work in the morning.