Well, for sheer inactivity, today took some beating. The computer hasn’t  been turned on. I am pecking this out with one finger on the iPad. I know that Fergus’ sweater is called “Glenan” (as indeed it tells us in the sidebar). It ought to be in my Ravelry library but so far I haven’t found it. I must own the book, but so far haven’t started looking for it. I haven’t figured out how to move a picture from email to blog. I used to do that all the time. I would have thought there would be some residual muscle memory.

  Nasty weather, the edge of a storm that has done real damage further north. If Helen were here — she’s still on her Yoga retreat in Cornwall — she might be able to find out what the weather is like in Kirkmichael.

  No knitting — that’s always an ominous symptom. 

  Archie came to lunch, between shifts. We made him a chicken tray bake with chicken pieces newly delivered from Waitrose and bits and pieces already to hand. He ate it with relish — it is always very gratifying to cook for Archie.

  Wordle: Mark and Theo were today’s stars — three. The most popular score was four. That’s what I got, and Alexander, Ketki and Rachel. Five for Thomas. Silence, again, from Roger. I didn’t think much of yesterday’s word, SPLAT, but I would be hard-put to frame a reasonable complaint.