It has been a dismal day weather-wise and, as often, mood has tended to match. The fear that I mentioned yesterday took hold of me — namely that I might never leave here. (And never see my cats again.) I set myself this morning to walking — the first and most obvious exercise to be mastered — and got further than before, so that’s a start.

And I knit. The rows are really intolerably long. It turns out that the k3tog ones aren’t”t too bad. The others are perfectly simple but have to be offset. I fear the whole thing is not lining,up properly.

As for k3tog, I”m sure I have mentioned here before — more than once — a tip I learned from Margaret Stove herself, namely that the first stitch the needle enters, for any decrease, is the one that winds up on top. I want the centre stitch on top, so I am slipping the first two together as if to knit them together, then knitting the third stitch and slipping the first two over the knitted stitch. I am sure you are right, Tamar, that it doesn’t much matter, especially in a garter-stitch fabric like mine.

Otherwise no excitement. I dozed through a lot of tennis. I am finding it difficult to get interested in Mr Alcaraz.

Wordle: I got stuck in the worst Wordle-maze I can remember. I had the last four letters green, but there were five or six possibilities for the first one. I used a trick Alexander told me about — entering a word (that couldn’t possibly be right, but…) that incorporated as many as possible of the potential first letters. I could still think of two possibilities but luckily chose right, and so scored five.

Ketki joined me there. Thomas and Roger and Theo needed six. Rachel had four. Alexander and Mark scored three.