It's been a very cold day. I didn't bother to get dressed and have been slopping around in my plaster-bespattered dressing gown. The room I spend most of my time in is piled with stuff that has been moved from other rooms and looks like the Steptoes' front parlour. Ailz has spent the day in bed, watching Harry Potter movies. I joined her for The Half-Blood Prince, which is the only one I hadn't seen before. It is deliciously gloomy. In the evening my father-in-law had another of his panic attacks and has been whisked back into hospital. We could hear the ambulance whining as it drove past the park.