Well, here we go. 

Daniela has to go back to Romania for a week to look after her stout mother-in-law who doesn’t, I am told, breakfast on wilted spinach and poached egg as I do. That’s fine as long as she comes back.

Otherwise all is well. I couldn’t go out today because the Post Office said they were bringing me things — and sure enough, eventually, they did. The hat kit, from Kate Davies. Some new “lingots” for my salad machine — ii’s been quiet for months, but this is the time of year when one appreciates new green life. Some actual, physical Christmas cards. They — the Post Office — will be on strike tomorrow and Saturday. Their effort today was much appreciated.

So I must search out needles for the hat. There was a Christmas, decades ago, when I knit hats for everybody, and the legacy was short dp’s in every imaginable size. They should still be here somewhere. If I can find them, it will be nice portable knitting to take along to Helen’s house on Christmas Day.

Wordle: consternation, this morning. My two starter words produced one brown vowel. A Jean-word in line three turned the brown vowel green. Another Jean-word, in line four, produced another brown tile. But then  as the Bard has it, Consideration like an angel came… and I got it right in line five.

Nobody had a very easy time. Fours for both Rachels, Thomas, Ketki and Mark. Alexander shared my five. Theo failed. I think you’re right, Chloe, about the difference between male and female brains. I need to think it through.