Birdsong

Riotous round here at 4.30 am, and all my intricate dreams - and most of my bad mood - vanished from my head. What I am is hungry, not for the comfort food I've been scoffing for days, but for fish and artichokes and asparagus, tangy slightly sharp food that wakes me up, coriander and tamarind flavours. No chocolate or bread or pasta. In fact, no carbs except maybe ramen or soba noodles in soup.

I can't quite believe the specific nature of this appetite. My inner cat appears to have emerged and all it wants is cod.

We have a lot to do today, which is unfortunate as I'm feeling remarkably lazy.

But everything feels lighter.