The weather continues glorious. My sister and her husband are here. Helen is not very well. Daniella’s father-in-law is dying of cancer. Everybody thinks I should go into Cramond as soon as they’ll have me. Paradox is to go to the shores of Loch Fyne. Will I ever see her again? No arrangements have yet been made for the nasturtiums.
Perdita will go to Helen. I will be able to be taken to visit her on any hypothesis much short of death.
That pretty well covers the news. I’ve got two more amoxicillin to take. Then I hope to feel sprightlier. We’re all meant to go out to supper on Wednesday.
Helen, despite infirmity, made us a tasty salad lunch today. Her husband David is here from Thessaloniki. We had a nice social time.
Still no knitting.
Wordle: Today was a Wordle special: ???, grn, grn, grn, grn – with lots of possibilities. I scored four, along with Thomas. Rachel and Ketki needed five. Theo and his father Roger distinguished themselves with threes, but were pipped at the post by Mark with a two. So where is Alexander?