It’s been a beautiful day. Helen – now returned from Cheshire – came and we walked perhaps two-thirds of the way around the garden.

 

I pressed ahead with that sleeve, as hoped, and am now nearly halfway done with the terminal ribbing. Tomorrow?

 

I am enjoying the prospect of my MKAL, as opposed to regretting the extravagance. I look forward, too, to sharing it with you. The yarn is coming from Stephen and Penelope in Amsterdam – the website warns that it won’t be overnight, because they’re got so many to dispatch. They promise that it will be here for cast-on day. My colours are basically green, but that doesn’t tell you much. I'll want a day or two for winding -- 100 gram sock-weight skeins.

 

I did a Mystery Knitalong once before, also a shawl (perhaps they always are shawls). It’s there in the sidebar, and I must decide what to do with it. I didn’t care for the result much. Even two years ago – I assume that 2020 is what I meant by “virus knitting” – it didn’t seem worth the anguish of blocking. I must decide on its fate and get it out of that sidebar. I’m two years feebler now, and blocking is going to be a problem again. But if I like the shawl, it’ll at least be a problem worth solving.

 

Wordle: I didn’t approve of today’s word, but there have been no complaints from my little group. I scored a very undistinguished six. My starter words yielded two browns. Line three turned them green, a good start. Then I got stuck. Lines four and five were Jean-words, line four virtually useless, line five productive of two more browns from which the last-minute solution came. Alexander and Thomas scored three (blast them!), Ketki four, Mark and Rachel five.