Listening: as usual, to silence. A moment of calm in a busy day.
Reading: Jo Nesbo, ‘The Son’. Some of the noirest Scandi noir I’ve read. Ever thought you could feel sympathy for a mass murderer? Me neither, until now.
Watching: just like last week, our TV viewing currently is limited to cycling and Scandinavian drama. That will change next week, when it will probably be limited to Scandinavian drama alone.
Making: still masks, still knitting.
Loving: Steve Cummings’ success in the Tour of Britain – and hoping he can hang on tomorrow.
Feeling: tired, after two insomniac nights on the trot.
Anticipating: a busy day tomorrow, looking after granddaughter so she can go to a party rather than to Legoland. No, I wouldn’t either, but I’m not 8.