It has been a grey day: peerless April temporarily submerged. C. and I got to Mass. (=C. got me to Mass.) It’s getting harder every week, but she’s good at it. Then Helen and David came and planted my doorstep.  No knitting. I hope for some this evening. My purchases yesterday rather ran towards vegetables. I must order some pelargoniums (=geraniums) in an emphatic red. I also bought some nasturtium seeds. I’ll be fine if they succeed.

 

Daniela won’t be here tomorrow. She’s celebrating the Orthodox Easter. I miss her already. My life hinges on Daniela.

 

There was a note in the parish newsletter this morning to say that the Book Group was about to embark on The Bridge of San Luis Rey. That should be interesting for them theologically. C. doesn’t know it, and I was astonished when I tried to get it for her to find that Amazon, at least, doesn’t have a Penguin Classic edition or something similar. There has been a movie – I didn’t know that – and there were plenty of DVD’s available, and audible versions, and notes for students. I even found a Kindle edition for 50p which I am very happily re-reading myself. Do read it if you haven’t. Or even if, like me, you have. Thornton Wilder.

 

Wordle: I had a terrible time this morning, and finally slid home with a six, and glad to get it. Mark fared as ill. The usual fours predominated elsewhere, except that Rachel needed five and Ketki had a distinguished three.