The god's eyes were closed, her long fingers raised like a conductor on the verge of symphony.

To her back, brightly coloured pinwheels spun an endless sweet drone, and beyond them I saw great windmills of stone and hardwood, their blades turning with tectonic grace.

The landscape heaved with the surging wind, as flags crackled in stutterstep rhythm and seabirds cried like far-off children.

We let Poppy watch bird TV a couple of days in a row because she's being very good not jumping at the screen.

Today I sat down with my toast and put the TV on to play Elden Ring. And a tiny paw rises up onto the TV table...

Which is why I'm now eating toast and watching bird TV.