Yesterday was bliss. Pure, undiluted bliss. Once again graham has asked me to help him with one of his plays – this time an adaptation of camus’ The Outsider. It’s a short book, which I whizzed through in two days, so yesterday I was out on the field reading his script. It was hot and sunny and lovely.

We ate dinner outside too. Charlie and I decided to lay out a couple of towels on the grass just outside my room and eat there. I’d planned to eat a ready meal, but had accidentally put it in the freezer rather than fridge, so, rather than wait for it to defrost, I had a pizza. Emma came round later on. Charlie had quite an excellent new Zealand rose which we shared, and all three of us talked while the sun set before our eyes.

It was a moment of heaven: good wine, good food, and the best friends ever.