Roger and Helen should by now be airborne on their way to Iceland – I won’t attempt to spell Reykjavik -- where they change planes; thence direct to DC.
Nothing much has happened on all our activity-fronts. A man came from Cramond to take down details which I think haven’t changed all that much since I was there last year. That’s mildly encouraging. They can take me to the hip operation (mid-July) which is good news as I have to be there at 7:30 a.m. and Helen has carried a heavy load lately. We have had some details and a photograph of the live-in care which will start on Monday here, but that means little or nothing until we meet. I am hopeful. The Downstairs Lavatory remains as yesterday. It is a long journey along to the other one for a daytime pee.
And I did some knitting! Two long rows. Another might be possible this evening, but I often say that and rarely achieve it. My object in life must be to finish the borders and embark on the edging before I go to Cramond at the end of this month. I finished a ball of yarn this morning, and spent quite a bit of knitting time winding the next one. 100 grams sock yarn – by no means negligible.
Wordle: my sister won’t play it, for fear of competitiveness. I think she’d enjoy. I think it’s a remarkably uncompetitive game – we all win, every day. But she is not to be persuaded, despite the participation of her husband and son. Our mother was a word-game fan – I suspect she would have loved it.
We were all threes and fours today – I was in the latter group. The threes were Mark, Rachel and Thomas. For once it was a straight-up-and-down word about which I have no grumbles.