I was very grateful for your messages yesterday – I’m always afraid, when I drift away like that, that you’ll lose interest and drift away too. But here we are, facing 2013 together. Thanks.

 

I knit pretty industriously this morning – setting myself repeatedly to finish the round before I allowed myself to drift away to do something more attractive. But I still haven’t quite reached the crown. Tomorrow, surely.

 

Helen and David and Archie and their dog Farouk looked in, on their way to Cheshire (of cat fame) to see David’s mother. They’ll be back late on Wednesday and then, at last, will take my ailing vacuum cleaner to a Man.

 

Somewhere in the midst of all this the winter VK has arrived. (It’s called Designer Knitting here.) It’s a stunning disappointment – the issue that should be the best of the year. Thin and dull. Is it about to cease publication again? Norah Gaughan is still listed as editor-in-chief, but I don’t see much sign of her hand here.

 

Wordle: we were mostly three’s and four’s today. Four for me, it has to be confessed. The three’s were Big Rachel, Theo and Ketki. (Not everybody contributes every day, and the Americans sometimes log in after I have written to you.) Alexander and Ketki’s son Thomas scored five – he’s usually ahead of us all, so it is gratifying to beat him.