It has been a grey-ish unattractive day, but dry and not very cold.. C. came, and we did a circuit of the garden.

 

And I have knit resolutely on. I’ve now finished four of my eleven repeats. (Is that all? It feels like at least a dozen.) As feared, half a dozen Ravellers have finished Clue One altogether. One of them writes in to ask if she should block it. I don’t think anybody has answered that yet. I couldn’t have done that (without calling in Rumpelstiltskin) even if I had given up eating and sleeping and blog-writing. On the other hand we had the tragic tale of the knitter who looked down at her hands and found that she was binding off one of the chevron sections instead of one of the rungs on one of the ladders. She started the whole thing again from the beginning.

 

Here’s where I am:

 I’ve got the hang of it now and scarcely need the pattern. That’s when you start making mistakes.

 

Wordle: I nearly put this at the top today, so exciting is the news. Namely, that I got the best score of all our little group. I did it in three. Ketki and Granddaughter-Rachel scored four; Mark and Thomas and Daughter-Rachel five; Alexander and Theo six. I deeply disapprove of the word.

 

Theo (in DC, remember) says he dreamt that we all came to see him, and discussed the puzzle of Granddaughter-Rachel’s words yesterday. The answer was VIGOR. Rachel had green tiles for positions one and two and four and five. She made two unsuccessful guesses at that missing middle letter. I certainly can’t think of any word that would qualify. (Wordle doesn’t let you type in rubbish – every guess has to be a word in its database.) I hope she can remember. One of the interesting things about Wordle is how rapidly one forgets each day’s effort.