A day of peerless beauty. We even had a sunbather in Drummond Place Gardens – it would still have been a bit too nippy for me. 2716 steps – I had better give some serious thought to pushing it up to 3000, at least occasionally. I walked alone, while Helen toiled on with her mosaic. She left abruptly this afternoon, saying that her dr had phoned and wanted to see her, presumably about the odd reaction she had to her first vaccination but those of us who remember the Coen Bros’ brilliant “A Serious Man” don’t take such phone calls lightly.

 

Here’s the current state of play with wee Hamish’s Calcutta Cup vest. Progress is slow, as I said. It’s too soon to say whether I like the way it’s working out. But it’s not hopeless.

 

Our cruise: I’m pressing ahead on the assumption that this – our fourth attempt – that this time it's going to happen. I’m terrified about leaving the house, as I’ve said, but I’ve ordered a shirt from Toast and have let Helen make a hair appt for me. That leaves my feet, and the cats, to attend to.

 

I continue to press forward with “I Vicere”, but, goodness! it’s long. I’ve done this week’s canto, Inferno-wise.