I’m sorry about yesterday. I wasn’t entirely well, and spent most of it in bed. I’m pleased to say that I feel much better today – exercises done, garden walked in with C. Her news is good, too. Christina and Manaba have both finished their Covid and are testing clear. Christina had an actual, physical ante-natal appt today and all is well. There is less than a month to go.

 

And I am promised a visit to the kittens next week!

 

I’m sorry to say that the legwarmers still aren’t finished. It’s no use telling you that the final ribbing is easy and pleasant – it’s still got to be done. I’ve now done more than half of it, and have great hopes for tomorrow.

 

Vegetables: Unknown (comment Wednesday): You do well to remind me of new potatoes. I should rejoice at what I can grow instead of fretting about corn and globe artichokes which are beyond my reach. New potatoes can be grown in canvas bags on the doorstep. I'll try again next year. I had some in '18 but they were stolen.

And I share your experience, of things not tasting as good as they used to. My father had a Victory Garden during the war in which, among other things, he grew snow peas, in those days not to be had in supermarkets. They were beyond delicious. When I started growing vegetables in Kirkmichael, that was the first thing I went for. I tried year after year. He sent me seeds from America. I tried every variety in the catalogues. The crops were successful, but nothing tasted remotely like those Detroit peas.

 

Wordle: I did it yesterday, so my little streak is unbroken. I found it very difficult today – my starter words yielded four brown tiles, two vowels and two consonants. The consonants were a pair which often appear together. I wasted time and guesses on the assumption that that was true here. It isn’t. I finally got it with a skin-of-my-teeth five. Mark scored two again, blast him; Thomas and his father Alexander 3; Ketki four. I am back in my familiar position of class dunce.