Roger and Helen should by now be airborne on their way
to Iceland – I won’t attempt to spell Reykjavik -- where they change planes;
thence direct to DC.
Nothing much has happened on all our activity-fronts.
A man came from Cramond to take down details which I think haven’t changed all
that much since I was there last year. That’s mildly encouraging. They can take
me to the hip operation (mid-July) which is good news as I have to be there at
7:30 a.m. and Helen has carried a heavy load lately. We have had some details
and a photograph of the live-in care which will start on Monday here, but that
means little or nothing until we meet. I am hopeful. The Downstairs Lavatory
remains as yesterday. It is a long journey along to the other one for a daytime
pee.
And I did some knitting! Two long rows. Another might
be possible this evening, but I often say that and rarely achieve it. My object
in life must be to finish the borders and embark on the edging before I go to
Cramond at the end of this month. I finished a ball of yarn this morning, and
spent quite a bit of knitting time winding the next one. 100 grams sock yarn – by
no means negligible.
Wordle: my sister won’t play it, for fear of competitiveness.
I think she’d enjoy. I think it’s a remarkably uncompetitive game – we all win,
every day. But she is not to be persuaded, despite the participation of her husband
and son. Our mother was a word-game fan –
I suspect she would have loved it.
We were all threes and fours today – I was in the
latter group. The threes were Mark, Rachel and Thomas. For once it was a straight-up-and-down
word about which I have no grumbles.