It has been another peerless April day. David and Helen and I had a grand time at the garden centre (Hopetoun) –an abundance of cheerful, healthy plants and helpful, friendly staff. One of those days when you can’t help believing that everything, this year, is going to grow and prosper and so you might as well spend too much on it. David and Helen are going to come back tomorrow and plant up my doorstep.

 

My hip is undoubtedly worse. I wonder if I will ever get across to the garden again under my own power. The discomfort is not too bad, when I'm sitting down. Bed rest is increasingly uncomfortable. 

 

I’ve knit a bit more. The shawl I have embarked on is, in layout, like the hap: a centre square, four trapezoidal borders, a lacy edging. We start with the centre again, only this time it has a simple lace pattern whereas the hap had pure garter stitch. The yarn really is splendid in its quiet way. I wouldn’t be surprised if I forgave it in the end for being brown.

 

I read the Times and the Telegraph. Both have printed articles about President Biden in recent days more hostile than anything you’ve read here.

 

Wordle: threes and fours today. I was a four. Theo was the only outlier, with five.