Not much, today.

But what a weekend!  If Andy Murray wins in Paris today, he will be ranked as the World’s Number One. However briefly that lasts and however little it means.

The graphs showing Djokovic-v-Murray are (alarmingly) like those tracking Clinton-v-Trump.

I’m sure you’ve heard all this before. When I had my first cataract operation, it was on the Saturday of the first Wimbledon when Murray burst upon the scene. He won the first two sets, against whoever-it-was. I can’t remember the precise sequence of events, only that I was keen while the surgeon was toiling on, for him to finish so that I could get back to a television set. I was sent up to my hospital bed, eventually – this was in the Murrayfield hospital, and we were paying privately – and lay there, blind, while he lost the next three.

I have felt a bond between us, ever since.Go! Andy!

I signed up yesterday for Carol Feller’s “Celtic Cables” on Craftsy. I’m sorry, in a way, to have to tell you that Craftsy teachers are wonderfully soporific, if you prop your iPad up on your stomach in bed. But I was also struck with the way she pronounced the word “pattern” as – more or less – “pattren.” I remember her doing that when I was in her class at the EYF in the spring.

And I also thought of that time when my husband and I were in Paris – can’t remember why; we have never travelled much; he has always been hard work – and heard a television commentator carefully refer to Wimbledon as Wimb-le-don. (Whereas we British, and the rest of the English-speaking world, pronounce it as Wim-bul-don, transposing vowel and consonant.)

That leaves untouched the subject most on our minds this morning. It’s odd to think that on Wednesday morning, the answer will be available and expressible in a single sentence, after all this time.

Except that I remember the year when Alexander sat up all night and knew no more in the morning – it turned out to be the year of Bush and Gore and the “hanging chads”.

And – oh dear, knitting, yes. I finished the gusset decreases on the Kaffe Fassett socks. I did a bit more of half-brioche and may even finish the first side of the front this evening.