I would leave the blog unwritten this evening, so inert have I been, except that I want to record Wordle. Tomorrow should be better. Helen and David and I are going to a knitting exhibition at the Dovecot Gallery. I’ve forgotten its nature, but I should be able to tell you tomorrow. Helen says that “Dovecot” in this case is pronounced as spelled; it’s “doocut” elsewhere.

 

I went on reading Alan Bennett, who continues to be rather depressing. He’s just my age – slightly younger, in fact, but within the year. So when he comments on current affairs, his diary entries might be mine, That doesn’t make them less depressing.

 

Wordle: Difficult today, although perfectly fair. I was very proud of my four, and nobody did better. My two starters produced two greens, both vowels. Then what? Inspired by your comment, KirstenM, I put in another word. Not a possible winner, because I had to move the green vowels; not one of your interesting suggestions, either, because they all involved too many letters that I had already eliminated. But it worked, in that it gave me two new browns, and from there I solved it. Mark and Thomas and Theo, normally the cleverest, all needed five. Theo’s father Roger scored six. Everybody else four, with me.