My sister phoned from DC this afternoon to rejoice in the solstice. But it’s not until tomorrow, I said. It turned out we were both right, but she was more right than I was. The solstice is at 4:19 a.m.tomorrow, Greenwich Mean Time. (I thought it was 4:19 p.m.) So it will happen at 11:19 p.m. tonight, in DC.

And we’ve made it round again!

Mrs Sakoolas has been formally charged with Causing Death by Dangerous Driving (at last) and some sort of preliminary approach has been made about extradition. The response of the State Department was prompt and hostile. No one seems to think there’s much chance she’ll ever turn up here. Prince Andrew, if you’re reading this: stay home.

King’s College Carols: I assume three or four boys are rehearsed for the opening solo, and all three or four must be standing in front of the choir waiting for the red light. I don’t think anyone has ever choked, but I heard one of them recently, now grown to man’s estate, say that for a blinding moment, he couldn’t remember the words.

I often think of their mothers (and fathers). They must be fully as wrought up as their sons, if not more so. Do they know, from those first thrilling syllables – it’s Nigel! or, as the case may be, it isn’t Nigel! Or do they have to turn and watch the procession until they can be sure? And are they sitting together? Do they then have to whisper to the lucky mother, Rupert was brilliant! It’s a once-in-a-lifetime moment. It must be tough.

As for knitting, not much. I’m a bit further forward with the South African shawl, perhaps 112 stitches of the necessary 144.

I’m watching “Marriage Story” on Netflix, although I’m not sure I’ll pursue it to the end. But it certainly demonstrates the truth of what I was grumbling about in respect of “Ordinary Love” – namely that a domestic crisis on the screen needs family and friends and career and walk-on characters to make it interesting.