Here I am in the catalogue room in the very last of Wednesday afternoon’s light. We’ll see how I get on.

 

Helen and I repeated yesterday’s little walk, and it didn’t flatten me quite so flat as yesterday. I hope I can get out tomorrow. Here are the promised snowdrops:

 

No knitting, although I hope for a bit once I give up on daylight. On Helen’s suggestion, I wore the hat for our walk.

 

I’ve read resolutely on, in Prince Harry’s book. It’s skilfully done, and sends one away feeling very sympathetic towards him. The military, so far, is clearly the best thing that happened to him. I’ve just reached Meghan. That may change my opinion a bit. So far, the tone is affectionate towards his father but frostier towards his brother and sister-in-law and stepmother.

 

Wordle: Three for me today – self-respect restored. Big Rachel rang up this morning, and at that point she and I congratulated each other on having the only three’s. But then Theo scored a brilliant two, and his father Roger three. Fours and fives elsewhere. Mark (a four) feels that it is an Americocentric word.