We continue to do well, and the weather continues brilliant. I have had a less than sparking day. You may be right about alcohol deprivation, Shandy. Wafa doesn’t approve of frozen ready-meals, of which I have a freezer drawerful after last week’s order to Cook. So tonight we are having an interesting-looking Yemini sauce with rice and crab meat. I’m not sure that I’m not looking forward a bit to Cramond’s institutional British food, including undressed salads consisting of lettuce, cucumber, and tomato. I’ll take my own sauce along this time.

 

Knitting has progressed somewhat. I’ve finished the three-row plain garter stitch band between the border patterning and the finishing rows, and have embarked on the first of the latter. It consists of a simple 6-stitch pattern, repeated endlessly. I’ve done the first two borders and they came out right. I doubt if I’ll do any more this evening.

 

My pre-op assessment is scheduled for Thursday morning. I thought Wafa and I could do it on our own, and free Helen up for a whole half-day. (The Royal Infirmary is a long way away, to begin with.) My sister was justifiably concerned about how much of Helen’s time I was occupying. But she has decided to come along anyway – a considerable relief.

Here is a picture of some great-grandchildren that Rachel sent me this morning. The baby is Freddy Ogden, the first boy in a crowd of girl cousins. That's Rachel with them, but you can't see much of her.

Wordle: I scored three today, my first three in a while. Pure luck, according to WordleBot. Thomas joined me with that score. The others had more trouble. Four for Ketki, Alexander, and Theo; five for Roger; six for the mighty Mark Anderson. It can happen to anyone.