A fairly successful day, with sunshine. Wordle in five. A walk with C. A titanic struggle with my telefonino – I inadvertently allowed it to update the software and then couldn’t get into it for lack of my Apple password. I think all is well on that front, too, although I still don't know my Apple password. I regard the little telephone as a safety backup, as well as my falls alarm.

 

Not much knitting, but some, and there’s time for more. I managed only one sit-to-stand. C., who is a year older than the eldest of my children, can still bend over and touch the floor.

 

The KD essay about herring fishing in Loch Fyne (there used to be lots; now there’s none) was very interesting. I forwarded it to Alexander and Ketki.

 

I like the Pressed Flowers shawl, Mary Lou (comment Friday) – and there’s nothing better than teaching something, for learning about it. Been there, done that.

 

There’s a most attractive men’s vest in the How To Spend It section of today’s Financial Times – my one newspaper-on-paper these days, a real weekly treat. A full page colour picture, so crisp that one would scarcely need a pattern. I think I’ll tear the page out.

 

My internet hub has developed alarming symptoms. Will this message-in-a-bottle reach you?