James and Cathy got in all right last night (of course), and we have been having a nice day. They are out, just now, walking about Edinburgh with their son Alistair and his girlfriend Amy.

 

I’ve even done a certain amount of knitting. Just about to finish off repeat no. 13 (of 14) in the centre of the new shawl.

 

Thanks for the messages yesterday about Fosamax. The procedure is exactly what I had to do, however many years ago when I was taking my bone-strengthener. First thing in the morning, sitting upright for half an hour. Mary Lou, if you can rejoice that your health problems are mostly confined to your mouth, you must have very good teeth. I read somewhere that the old Chinese suggestion for toothache is to shoot off one of your toes, in the hopes that the pain will be enough worse to distract you.

 

There’s yet another neighbour-story in this morning’s newspaper, involving a well-known British actor, Martin Clunes. So far they’re not in court – it’s just a matter of planning permission. Neighbours are squatting beside his driveway, and have applied for planning permission to make the squat permanent. Martin Clunes has engaged a barrister. They’re expensive.

 

Wordle: A relatively easy one today. I scored four, an improvement on recent days. My starters gave me three browns, two vowels and a consonant. I thought of a fully qualifying word for line three (that's essential). It was wrong, but produced three greens, one of them a new consonant. Line four – the right answer – was easy. Rachel, Alexander, Mark and Theo were today’s threes. Fours elsewhere.