Rain! I’ve advanced to the terminal ribbing on the Evendoon sweater body. Archie and I made good progress this morning with my application for a Blue Badge. Not a bad day.

 

A Blue Badge is a useful tool for disabled people – which is what I seem to have become. You put it on the dashboard of any car you happen to be riding in, and it lets you park in a lot of extra places. My husband had one. You have to turn it in when you register a death. Application is all on-line these days. Archie and I gathered a lot of the material needed to prove identity and address and I answered a lot of questions about infirmity. I must press on with the application.

 

Wordle: five for me and Ketki, four for each of the boys. I was cross at my own ineptitude this morning: my two starter words gave me two greens and a brown. For line 3 I put in a real Jean word – it couldn’t have been right, and it taught me next to nothing. For line four I persevered and got a potential winner, except that the initial letter was wrong. That’s a Wordle special; success is a matter of luck. If I had persevered earlier on, I might have had a four like the boys.