I’ve had one of those weeks… you know, the ones people talk about? The ones where everything just seems to go well? Yup, those weeks. Behold the evidence:

1. I went through the copy-edited manuscript for Thrive, and it needed hardly any changes. (That sentence shows very well why a copy editor is a girl’s best friend.)

2. All of my travel arrangements have worked (so far).

3. A man on the tube who was looking over my shoulder as I played iPhone Scrabble (I don’t think he was being nosy, it was just busy and he couldn’t really not look) burst out,’Oh, I say! Well played!’ when I put STANZAS on a triple word score.

4. Another man on the tube, who looked as though he had spent all day painting and/or plastering, offered me his seat. I declined, because I had been mostly sitting down all day and I suspected him of mostly standing up.

5. I met up with Ned, and I drank rhubarb cider, while he went for mulled apple and honey.

We were at The Udderbelly to hear John Sinclair and Howard Marks, who are a million times more effective than any ‘just say no’ drugs campaign, but the event was oddly charming.

6. I had sorrel for the first time in my life, and it was DELICIOUS. Nathalie (provider of the sorrel, in a sauce with salmon) says that even I, with my Northern clime and my anything-but-green fingers, could grow it.

7. My beloved godson Ellis left this note by my bed.

It was accompanied by a tableau of fighting cat action figures and a meringue, wrapped in a tissue with a daisy on top.

8. I saw Jo, who works in publishing, which was a lovely thing in itself, AND she gave me two shiny new hardbacks. I think people-who-work-in-publishing forget how utterly thrilling for a reader it is when someone gives them a book. (Please see earlier comment re copy editor.)

9. Smita told me possibly my favourite ‘you can’t argue with that’ quote of all time, from Wyatt Earp: “Speed is fast, but accuracy is final.”

10. I have decided to let a kitten find me.

I hope you are having one of those weeks too.