I am grateful for your kind messages yesterday. I feared I had jinxed myself forever by venturing into politics.

 

Michaela and I got over to the garden this morning with my new walking machine. She observed that animals in this country are very well educated. C. came to see me. She has been staying away lately after being exposed to Covid but has decided that she has now had enough days of testing clear. She is not long back from a week’s holiday in Italy, very much enjoyed. It was in the north – Lake Garda – which is not where my heart lies.

Her daughter Christina, son-in-law Manaba, grandson Hamish are expecting kittens any day now. I am promised a visit.

 

Wordle: three for both Alexander and Ketki, four for Mark, five for me. Nothing from Thomas again – perhaps he’s losing interest. It was one of those dreadful days when my starter words yielded four browns and I was stuck with anagram-solving. I could not think of a qualifying word – lines three and four were both Jean-words, which couldn’t have been right. However, as often, they yielded useful information, including a green tile for the missing fifth letter.

 

Knitting: again, not much. I’ve done the final decrease round, however, and was glad to discover that my needle is not too long – it will see me through the final four rounds of colour knitting. Then I will have to go back to my basic needle as far as gauge is concerned, but a shorter one than I was using before (or dps, of course). I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.