There are matches and lighters all over the house at the moment. I think I must have pyromania in my subconscious – every time I order food, I buy a couple of big boxes of matches or a lighter. We use them all the time for candles and fires but I hadn’t realised we were building up a stock to rival Tesco’s.

Ah well, that’s them off my favourites list – by the time we next need them, they will have disappeared and I’ll never remember to buy them again until we are completely out then we’ll have to go dashing off to buy some so we can keep warm.

Today though, this is an analogy for me getting some of my spark back. I’m lighting up again and starting to feel my internal glow returning. I’m feeling less tired and more up to undertaking my long journey tomorrow. Phew – at last.

What’s odd though is I have no rhythm at the moment – I can’t find a new routine since we’ve been living and working here. The dogs are getting fed at strange times, the supper can arrive anywhere between 7pm and 11pm and my photo and text are just about as random as they come.

Time will sort out my lack of rhythm and everything will settle down again and do you know what? I don’t mind the random-ness of it all because every time I look out of the window, I see that magical view and breathe that fresh air. Maybe we’re just not meant to have routine – who knows.

Last year I was celebrating the year of the jeannius...and two years ago, I was bemoaning bigotry