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I came back from my shower this morning, ready to make the bed — only to find it occupied. This is new. He will sleep on the bed, not in it, and never when I'm not there. I don't know why he decided today was the day to try getting into the bed, but he seemed to like it.

This week being Race Week, the biggest week in the City by the Sea, there have been police everywhere. My mother was breath-tested as she was driving round the cemetery one morning. I mean, they were testing everyone, not just here. (She passed.) A couple of days later I went for a walk one evening, and ended up being glad I was on foot. There was a traffic jam on the highway and as I walked further I found out why: there was a police block with ten separate breath-testing stations. And three old men standing by the side of the road, watching all the action. "They've all been waved on so far," one told me as I passed.

This morning my mother and I went for our usual Sunday morning walk by the beach, which happily coincided with the fortnightly farmers' market being set up. We usually go to the farmers' market after breakfast, and so miss out on the devilish hard to get almond croissants, which are usually sold out before we get there. Not today! We were there, right there, as the baker's van pulled up, so we nabbed the first two almond croissants of the day.

Today I came across a recipe for beetroot chocolate cake with beet icing. No, thank you.