A fine spring day. Wordle in three. The cider finally arrived, after a long, slow afternoon.

 

C. came, and instead of walking around the garden, we went to Broughton Street and picked up my pills from the chemist. We thought the distance was about the same, but I think it must have been a bit longer, perhaps two or three hundred steps. It left me feeling pretty flattened. Still, we got there and we got back and it was no doubt good for me.

 

My two introductory words gave me all five letters in Wordle (a first),  two greens and three browns. Since – if you stop to think about it – I knew, for each brown, three positions it didn’t belong in, it didn’t take long to slot each of them into its own slot. I hope I get something with more thinking involved, tomorrow. I wasn’t entirely happy with today’s word; we can discuss that tomorrow if there’s nothing else to talk about.

 

I’m doing fine with the Baby Surprise. I finished the basic knitting, looked up garter stitch kitchener’ing, and joined the front. It looks very tidy. Then I looked up Attached I-Cord and made a start on that, around the neck. I’m slightly short of halfway.  I’m slow and clumsy, and it was just the thing for a long afternoon of waiting.

 

All my deliveries seem to come in the afternoon, making napping impossible. What do these people do in the morning? This one was scheduled for the 3-5 p.m. slot, but when 3 p.m., so breathlessly awaited, finally arrived, the slot had been changed to 4:30-7:30. It came, in fact, at about 5, and all is forgiven.

 

Helen keeps an Instagram account going in my name, and yesterday had a little video of me knitting the Baby Surprise, with some appropriate music. You who are younger and cleverer about such things, may be able to see it.