Last night I decided that I wanted to tackle Boccaccio’s Decameron. I suggested to my partner that I read him a story from it in bed and that we alterate this with him reading me a story from the Mabinogion tomorrow, and that we should carry on like this, alternating the Italian and Welsh folktales and generally having a brilliant time. He agreed.

I went to bed and started reading the first story from the first day. He fell asleep.

Tonight we will start the Mabinogion and I hope to spend the time listening and not planning when to nod off. Two wrongs don’t make a right.