No knitting, again today. How long will any of you want to go on reading this dreary chronicle?

 

Tuesday was my bath-and-hair-wash day, so no attempt was made at walking. David and Helen came to see me. He’s got one more day here, and then will be back here again at some point in February, so that’s not too bad. Today is Helen’s actual birthday. She was born just in time to avoid coinciding with Robert Burns.

 

They delivered much thought and advice about my hip; no decision. David and Helen both seem to think I should spend all my spare cash on it, rather than waiting for the NHS. Is it worth it at my age, is the question. Helen pointed out that a successful operation could mean that I would be able to cook. That's a serious incentive. 

 

Wordle: my starter words yielded two greens and two browns this morning, and I thought, I’ll score  a three! At last! But I guessed wrong. And then, in line four, guessed wrong again. So I wound up with yet another five. No one else in my little group did that badly. There were lots of threes and fours. Theo and Mark distinguished themselves with twos. Theo’s starter word gave him one brown. He seems to have lept from there straight to the solution.