What are they going to do with that baby? Boris can scarcely run the country if he isn’t getting any sleep. Perhaps they embedded a nanny before lockdown. It’s one question we’ll soon have the answer to.

All well here, I guess. My friend Sylvia, whom I’ve often mentioned lately, seems to spend her days much as I do, doing nothing, but without being haunted by the to-do list. I struck off a couple of items today. Several remain. We’ve had a very dry April. I have a heavy watering can full and ready to carry out to the doorstep – but I believed the weather forecast and went to bed for my nap without actually doing it. Alas, it remains to be done.

The Virus Scarf is all finished except for a few more base-colour rows at the end. Shandy, it has a front and a back. It’s a k3, p1 rib. The right-side edges curl in slightly, st st fashion. I think it’ll work. We’ll see. But there’s certainly a wrong side for the ends to be woven into.

One piece of good news: that avocado tree is alive. Nothing much has happened. It’s no more interesting. But it no longer looks moribund. Soon, perhaps, a picture of that, and of the scarf, and of apple blossom time in Drummond Place (=on my doorstep).