Hit home 3 a.m. Thursday from ten days in Los Angeles. Baking bread (no recipes, just winging it with a whole wheat loaf and a spelt sourdough of my own devising). Walking the dogs (A man just said, “Corgis?! They look a bit shy in the paw!”). Changing the hamster cage. Catching up on The Archers. And when family is home, spending every moment with them. Asked Sally if she wanted to go to the library after school, and she said “You just read my mind.”