Tired, but I wouldn’t want to go to bed and leave you thinking that misfortune had befallen me. The day started with a good Italian lesson – Boccaccio turns out to be one of the famous authors (like Jane Austen) who is highly entertaining to read. Who would have thought it?

And this evening we have been having a Family Pub Quiz, with teams competing from London (Sydenham and Streatham), Cairndow, Joppa and Drummond Place. I didn’t distinguish myself, but it was a lot of fun.

And Helen and David popped in, unseen and unheard, while I was having my nap, and left the Financial Times and a bag of FLOUR. I may even have the oomph to launch a sourdough starter tonight. It sounds very easy.

I made some progress with the weaving-in-of-ends this morning while Danielia was here putting me to rights and we were observing Social Distancing. The Andrew Marr Show tomorrow should advance things further. Back in the days of the dear old Knitlist, Selma Kaplan threw a virtual party one year for those of us who weren’t going to Stitches. We sat around her pool – she had had it installed when she won the Nobel Prize – sipping nicely-chilled Chardonnay and knitting our fantasies. Someone – I wish I remembered who it was – spotted Kaffe, in a corner, weaving in ends.