Some of you, at least, may be glad to hear that Edinburgh is not roasting or baking in record-breaking heat. If anything, it’s a bit chilly here.

I failed at lunchtime, but walked both to and fro supper. I feel fairly comfortable sitting here now — far, at least, from last night’s exhaustion. Napping is indeed the secret.

I”ve passed the halfway point in the penultimate patterned shawl border row. Tomorrow — the men’s singles final — is not likely to be very productive of knitting-time.

The considerable majority of us went to the “cinema room” on the ground floor to watch the ladies’ singles this afternoon.  There were lots of people I didn’t recognise from the fortnight I have been here, and none I remembered from the time I was here in the early summer last year. Are they all dead? Incapacitated? Impoverished and turned out of doors? Last year I was on the ground floor, now I am two up. Separate dining rooms.

Wordle: today was one of their specials. I got the last four letters green, but needed three guesses for the first letter. Score of five, shared by Rachel for the same reason. Roger got six, and poor Mark failed altogether. The others — Theo, Alexander, Thomas, Ketki— all scored perfectly creditable threes. And in all four cases, the starter word or words had supplied the initial letter.