I failed at Wordle again. Again, the now-familiar situation, where I knew the last four letters of the target word and could only guess at the first one, with several to choose from. I guessed wrong three times.

 

Alexander (who never fails at Wordle) came over from Glasgow – an extravagance he’s not going to be able to maintain much longer – and we got around the garden in the drizzle.

 

And I’m further forward with the Baby Surprise than I really expected to be: I’ll have yarn left over. I discover in Cully’s book a way of finishing it as a pullover (no buttons!) and I’m tempted. I’ll have to decide soon.

 

I tried to look up the question of the sex difference in button placement in Wikipedia, but there didn’t seem to be anything there – although there is a long, scholarly article about buttons. Google produces a couple of pages of speculative articles, but none of the writers would appear to be any better informed than we are. Women had maids to dress them and the buttons were placed conveniently for that purpose. Men needed to conceal a weapon and draw it briskly forth. You pays your money and you takes your choice.