Janet, no, I wouldn’t quite say that the time is flying by — but here is a whole week accomplished, so maybe you’re right.

Thank you for your sympathy about the knitting. I read the Harlot’s post — but her problem isn’t quite the same. It is obvious from the pictures that her knitting is relieved by frequent stripes of a different (=non-st-st) texture. All she has to do is count them, to measure progress. Whereas I knit and knit all day, round and round, with nothing to measure progress against except the disappointing evening session with the tape measure.

Six inches this evening. Nothing. My only ambition now is to be somewhere near 14” when I go home a week tomorrow. The sleeves won’t be quite so endless, being smaller of circumference, and the yoke should actually be fun.

I have been supplanted as the “newby”. I don’t know how this place works, except that a lot of people eat in their rooms. Even so, our little dining room couldn’t be all. We were joined at lunch today by Mary, from Harris in the Hebrides, here for two or three weeks recovering from a hip replacement. The operation was a week ago today and she is already striding about briskly on two sticks. She is clear-headed and sound  of hearing, a welcome addition to the table.

Everybody did Wordle in three today, including Rachel in London.  It was rather a difficult one, or so I found it, but there was nothing for it but to get it right or give up altogether.