Results of a weekend of tooth ache and the potential threat of yet another extraction include a decent batch of mirabelle plum and peche de vigne jam, two episodes of The Great British Bake Off - watched in one go - and lots of knitting, while the blind and deaf cat followed me around, sniffing me out and stubbing her nose into my legs.

And that's not all of it, but at times I am above the fog. I swear.