The next post from Kate Davies has followed promptly: she’s not pregnant (although we were far from being the only ones who lept to that conclusion) --she has let her hair go grey. (Kristen and Skeindalous, you got it.) She says she has never wanted children. I hope that’s true, in the sense that it would make it more bearable not to have them.

Greek Helen went grey early – it runs in my husband’s family. She looks great with it.

I like the second, loose version of St Catherines, as in KD’s blog post linked above. And I like it very much with those garter stitch stripes.

Otherwise no news; no knitting at all. I was totally prostrate after my shopping expedition yesterday, and went early to bed. I walked once around Drummond Place Gardens today, and then on to the corner shop – roughly equivalent to a second circuit – to get breakfast materials for the grandsons coming tonight.

Janet, where do you find Father Brown? Netflix? I love Foyle’s War, and am pretty sure I’ve seen all of them, so I feel our tastes must roughly coincide. Joni and Isabella, thank you for the suggestions about shopping aides. My problem is essentially this extraordinary and increasing weakness. I think a shopping trolley is rather a good idea.

Baked lemon (see yesterday) was quite tasty. I bought two lemons, so today I did the other one Jamie Oliver’s way. That’s certainly easier, and tastes about the same.

Jamie says specifically that you’re not meant to eat the lemon. Gennaro doesn’t address the point. I wonder.

There was once on one of my school trips to southern Italy when my colleague and I were relaxing somewhere on the Costa Amalfitana while the girls were exploring a relatively safe and enclosed space, after our day at Paestum, on our way back to Sorrento.

 A man came into the café with an enormous lemon, which he showed his friends with pride. I asked if I might photograph him with it, and he allowed me to do so. (I am proud to say that I later sent him the photograph, addressed to the Café Opposite the Cathedral.) Later, he cut the lemon into slices and gave a slice to each of his friends and also one to me and one to my colleague. They were entirely delicious. So perhaps if one is actually in Amalfi…