I continue to mend. Helen came, but I still didn’t want to attempt going out. I must do so soon, winter or no winter. How I hate the dark! But there’s only two and a half weeks to go now. C. has been spending a heroic weekend with her grandson Hamish while his parents and brother were off somewhere celebrating a wedding anniversary. They had two ceremonies – one in South Africa and one here in Edinburgh – and sometimes take advantage of the opportunity to celebrate twice.

 

Alexander is coming tomorrow. His is the only Christmas present I have so far acquired. I’ll give it to him. That will be something done.

 

I moved the knitting somewhat forward. The stitches are rearranged. I am knitting the back, back and forth. For some reason I hadn’t marked what was to become the underarm midpoint as the beginning of the round, so there was a certain amount of sliding of stitches back and forth involved. I hope I’ll do a bit more tonight, but that is an ambition with is rarely fulfilled.

 

Wordle: Everybody except the two Rachels scored three today. (I’ve had three threes in a row again.) Daughter-Rachel (“big Rachel”) got it in two, and Granddaughter-Rachel (“little Rachel”) scored a hole-in-one. That happened to me once. It’s curiously boring. You sit down to do Wordle and type in your starter-word, and suddenly there’s nothing more to do.