I've just discovered that I did everything yesterday except actually click "Publish". So there it is, wrongly dated, just below this one. 

It's been a good day., with a fair amount of sun. Daniela and I got to the garden, although we didn’t complete the circuit. The first chestnuts of autumn have fallen from the chestnut tree. Daniela was pleased with herself for remembering the words for “squirrel” and “pigeon”, neither entirely easy. We saw one of each.

 

Look what I forgot to show you yesterday:

 

 

That’s a version of the Baby Surprise, none too big for the newborn Quinn. I think it’s from the Schoolhouse Press book called The Complete Surprise.

 

As for current knitting, I did perhaps a stripe and a half, on the second sleeve of the second Evendoon. And I wound another skein, I think that's the last one I’ll have to do.

 

Reading: I still wouldn’t assign an A* to the new Robert Galbraith. The premise is a good one: the detective needs to identify the real people behind various on-line pseudonyms. But the process is almost as tedious for the reader as for the fictional detective.

 

Wordle: Mark and I are today’s dullards – five for me, six for him. But it’s because we both sank in the familiar Wordle swamp in which there are various possible solutions and nothing but luck to inform the choice. I got two greens and a brown from my starter words, thought of a qualifying answer and proudly typed it in – won’t it be nice to score three again! No such luck. That row got me one more green. Row four made it four greens. Finally success, in row five. Ketki and Alexander both scored four. Their clever son Thomas got it in three.

 

They’re hoping to drop in here in Saturday morning on their way to Lisbon.