It has been another day of feebleness and inactivity. However Granddaughter Rachel and her brother Alistair came to see me so that was jolly. Rachel has just got — not yet started — a job at the Wallace Collection in London. I probably told you. It happened while I was in the hospital. She has been looking for something for quite a while, and says she is still getting letters of rejection about jobs she wouldn’t have wanted half as much. Paying half as much, at that.

Alistair is a computer programmer. He works for a company here in Edinburgh which produces games.  Everything he does is very hush-hush. He took the day off because Rachel was here. 

Knitting: while I was working on those last border rows they seemed interminable, and I began to fear that I would never finish the edging. But then I thought that it wasn’t so bad. Simple arithmetic had revealed that there were 10 1/2 scallops per side. — but that’s not right. It would only be right if every row of edging consumed a border stitch, but that is not so. It’s every other row. So 21 scallops per side. A long way to go.  I’ve done three. The danger, as I don’t need to tell you, is that they’ll get easy and the mind will wander.

Wordle: it depended much on luck today, and I was unlucky. I scored five. Rachel, Mark, Alexander, Ketki  and Theo got four. Roger and Thomas led the pack with three.