Still 2 ½ rows of lozenges to go – the tennis was sufficiently exciting yesterday that I didn't get much done. I am determined to finish today.
Now you can knit your own Wimbledon – not just Andy Murray.
What else? The NHS is offering a lot of free home care for my husband, that's the good news; it will take a few weeks to get it in place, that's the bad. He had been told this by the time I got there yesterday, and was pretty cross about it. We are arranging a home assessment visit from a private care company. I am a bit anxious about starting private care for fear the NHS will just wave goodbye to us. We're talking big bucks, apart from anything else.
That's about it, I'm afraid. Back in what now seem like the Good Old Days, I used to potter gently through my day thinking about what I was going to write tomorrow. Now such tranquillity is impossible.
The cat continues to delight.