Assuming the winter position.

Normally in November I would be shut away in one of the bedrooms, hammering away at a keyboard to try to keep up with Nanowrimo, but this year I have decided to be a Nano rebel. Instead of writing a novel I am editing one and I’ll make a start on my Nanowrimo attempt when that’s done.

The log baskets are full, there’s a casserole in the oven, the pup is asleep on the hearth rug and the cat is dozing on top of the fire. Yes, on top of it.

She feels safe up there. Wilf can’t reach her.

I have tea,...