Instead of painting I spent most of this short day removing a rogue number from my new Smart phone. The number, obviously planted in my phone to extort money at a premium rate, had already gobbled up six pounds of my top-up simply by me touching the “Home Number” inadvertently. Consequently, I had to remove all the contents in my phone and “reset”; even so, the number reappeared and I can’t tell you how I managed to eradicate it finally – think I pressed everything possible. By two o’clock I had reinstated all my contacts and reloaded Whatsapp (the free instant messaging app).

My head ached from eyestrain and over-concentration. My head ached even more when I bashed my forehead on the mantelpiece as I bent down to water the pot-plants. It was one of those days.

A walk in the fresh air always clears the head, especially when the air comes from the northerly direction. On our way home from Dawlish Warren via the sea wall we met several of the men in orange who were about to finish, or had already ended their shifts and, despite being cold and tired, they smiled or spoke to us; some even let me take their photographs. They are icons (not acorns). And the sun started going down quite beautifully… at around three-thirty. So glad we don’t live in Greenland!