And yet another bright and cold day. Perhaps the coldest of all. Helen has gone off to Cairo, with Archie. They’ll be away for 10 days, much missed, for a holiday very much deserved. David will join them from Thessaloniki. Mungo is there already, studying Arabic.

  I felt dim this morning, but seem to have pulled round.

  I have been thinking with horror about my wealth. I have a state pension and a work pension, of course . Beyond that, our savings which include some shares my husband inherited. And beyond that, The American Money.

   The horror stems from the fact that the American Money seems to have overtaken our British savings, and our American Income likewise  to be more than our British “extra income.” It’s all properly declared and taxed. But I have always felt that the American Income was my “bit on the side” for knitting wool and cider and such. Now that I know the truth, it must be faced up to.

   Wordle: another fairly easy one, with a spread of scores.  Ketki was today’s star, with two. Rachel and the Americans, Roger and Theo, did it in three. The other four of us all scored four.

   My starters gave me three browns and a green. I easily thought of a possible — I  now had four greens and a blank. I got my four (obviously) on the next line. I still think — but this often happens — that line three was a better answer (except for being wrong).