It has been a glorious September day. C. came and we walked all the way around the garden, if only because it would have been a waste of the day’s glory to stop. The radio says this weather won’t last.

 

Helen will be home from Greece tomorrow, although she is teaching mosaic-making on Monday and Tuesday so I won’t see her for a while.

 

I knit solidly on with Fergus’ sweater, although I didn’t accomplish very much. There are two broad cabled bands up the sides of the front, over the shoulders, and on down the backs. Between them are the four panels – broad at the front and back, narrow under the arms – in which I plan to locate the Calcutta Cup and the date. I got as far as counting the stitches in each.

 

I had an exciting few moments this morning when Daniela rang up to say that she couldn’t come because her small son was ill, and a scammer was ringing at the same time to say that my email had been infiltrated, and both land line and telefonino were affected. One day one of those scams will be genuine and then I’ll feel foolish. Or perhaps not.

 

Wordle: today it was I who fell into the Wordle trap of guessing the first letter wrong.  I thought I was set for a three, and wound up with a miserable five after two wrong guesses. Three for Mark (today’s star), four for Thomas and Rachel, five (like me) for Alexander and Ketki, six for Theo.