Today has been largely devoted to the last day of Wimbledon. Where I still am. We had a nice time with the quiz this morning, and since then have been worrying away at what to do with (a) me and (b) the cats. Helen brought Perdita to the camera at the end of our game but she could not (of course) recognise me or even my voice from a computer screen. I’ll actually see her, in the fur, on my birthday. Paradox remains in hiding. 

Knitting has even progressed a little. I am half way across the final pattern row of the shawl border. The row consists of k3, k3tog and is easier than the alternate row to knit a bit of under pressure. There then follow two plain-vanilla rows before one actually embarks on edging— plain-vanilla rows which will have to be devoted to stitch-counting.

I am beginning to worry about blocking, and about what comes next. Obviously the answer to the second of those questions is Fergus’ Calcutta Cup sweater — but I don’t think I can attempt to resurrect it until I am home finding things myself. I always used to marvel, in those long-age days of the Knitlist,  at people who finished things and couldn’t think what to do next. For me, that’s the best part of finishing — and it is part of finishing — choosing the next thing. And getting it in line.

Wordle: the repeated pattern today was grn, grn, ????, grn, ????. Ketki and I scored five with it; Mark needed only four. Rachel and Alexander, approaching from a different direction, were today’s winners with threes. Thomas had four, Theo five.