I'm looking after my nan while my mum is on holiday. Nan has dementia and terminal bowel cancer. By all accounts, she should not still be here, and in many ways, she sort of isn't. But in between, there are moments like this, where my childhood home is a little warm beacon in the night, unchanged.

My grandad died in 2019. In the fleeting moment in which the multitude of times I have brought the dog home blur into the composite image of 'home', I can almost imagine he will be in the armchair watching the news while nan potters.