Blast. I have just written you a not-very-interesting blog entry, and while meaning to copy and move it to Blogger, as usual, I seem to have obliterated it. It’s there – identifiable by the date – amongst Recent Documents, but it won’t load. At least I seem to have done the transfer successfully this time. 

 

The knitting news was that I continue to progress nicely with the scalloped edging of my Shetland shawl. I might even reach the third corner tomorrow. At this rate – if I can solve the problem of how to block it – it should be ready in good time for Rachel to take south with her after her visit here in Easter week.

 

I got visited by the Legion of Mary today. I suppose I am a sitting duck. It took the form of a pleasant girl from Hong Kong.

 

Wordle: Roger and I had the only fours today. Alexander and his son Thomas and his sister Rachel all did it in three. Poor Ketki needed five, and Mark – as happens not infrequently – beat us all with a two. My third line was a proper name. Wordle accepted it, which I didn’t expect, and WordleBot congratulated me on it, which I expected even less.