Another day of great feeblesness, hard to get from room to room, but otherwise fine. Helen came in the morning and we got around the garden: an achievement. She has got tee shirts and carrier bags and iPad covers for sale with mosaics on them, on a website called Red Bubble. It’s not entirely easy to navigate. When you get there, her things are “hmmosaics”.

 

I had a good Zoom with my sister, midday for me, early morning for her. No news: I think the BBC is doing rather a good job of filleting DC for us. She and her husband are not going to see their son and his family either for Thanksgiving or for Christmas. I wasn’t quite sure which of the households is exercising more caution – probably it’s mutual. My sister and her husband and their cat live in a retirement community which is doing very well, so far, at keeping the virus out. I think, being a doctor, and being in the US where things are bad, that she maybe even more scared than I am. She hopes to come to see me next year, once she has been vaccinated. (And this is good news indeed, about vaccines.)

 

I’m poised for the cast-off round of the Evandoon ribbing. 

This morning’s Times said that if you like “The Crown”, you should watch – also on Netflix – “Diana in her Own Words”. Wow! How could I have missed it?  It consists, with illustrations, of the actual tapes she made for Andrew Morton, on which his famous/infamous book are based. My mother was devoted to the Royal Family, to the extent that I felt vaguely, growing up, that we had some sort of connection with them, although knowing perfectly well that that wasn’t true. What would she had made of Diana?