I feel that my inability to walk is getting in the way of having anything to say to you, but that’s probably not true. I will visit my sister by zoom tomorrow and we will no doubt talk about hips. Archie is coming on Sunday. And my support team will begin to reappear next week – Helen from Greece, C. from Italy, air transport allowing. 

 

I knit slowly but steadily on. The first round of yoke decreases appears in the colour section after the one I am doing – a great incentive.

 

If I am going to impoverish myself and risk my life under the surgeon’s knife, I will need some easy knitting, as the body and sleeves of Lilias Day proved splendidly to be in my care home. Helen used to have a colourful Evendoon (Kate Davies again) until it committed suicide in a washing machine. She regretted its passing – maybe she’d like another.

 

Wordle: an American-ate word again today. My third line was a complete anagram – that is, I had all five letters, but in the wrong order. I don’t remember that that has ever happened to me before. I got it on the next line. Everybody else in my group (and also Rachel in London) scored four as well. We haven’t heard from Mark yet. I noticed that Thomas also had a complete anagram, a completely different word from mine, and I think I know what it was but I can’t congratulate him on it until we hear from Mark.

 

Tennis continues entertaining. Mostly today I have been watching Djokovic shredding a fellow-Serb. He did it so briskly that the late match should afford me some watching before my bedtime. I didn't get to see any of Coco Gauff's match yesterday evening because it was too late for me, but I'm happy to report that she won.