What happened last night was really rather amazing, and an experience I will treasure. We had a night in – all ideas of going outside being put on hold for the foreseeable future – and we decided to do some fortune telling. Yesterday was saint Andrew’s day, and it is apparently Polish tradition. Ordinarily I shun such things, but I gradually found myself becoming more and more fascinated. Andrezj and Natalia melted a candle over the hob, and then dropped the hot wax into a bowl of cold water. When it was cool, they held it up and shone a torch on it; the silhouette, they said, could tell the future. I’m not sure I believe that, but it was amazing to see what shapes were made on the wall: I’m sure I could see a woman in a wedding dress when Lyn’s future was being told. When mine was being told, I think I saw two people kissing. In the half light of the lit candles, I felt warm and cosy – the future, I think, is going to be good, whatever the wax said.