I’ve had another bulletin from Paradox: all continues well. I think it must be true that she (and Perdita, too) is basically an Only Cat. It’s all my fault, for introducing her to the household because I thought she would be company for Perdita while I jetted around the world (or at least to Palermo) after my husband died.  I am lucky — as are both cats — that the story has so happy an ending.

  Alexander and Ketki came to see me — and will stay in Drummond Place tonight to escort me to a hospital appt tomorrow morning. This is the one where we get to grips with hip replacement, yes or no. They didn’t have anything substantial to report about the Drummond Place problems, plumbing and gas.

  Meanwhile I have finished knitting the shawl for the next great-grandson. Even granted a table here, which might be possible, I don’t think blocking could be done. It would also need something to cover the table with and to pin the shawl to; and lots of pins; and some scissors; and a darning needle; and a suitable sink; and towels. No, too much.

   I had wound plenty of yarn to knit the remaining edging. One of the staff here went off with the skein of yarn I mentioned yesterday,  to try her hand, but returned it today in exasperation. It is a very good thing that I didn’t choose it as the first or second ball. Its imperfections weren’t obvious to begin with. 

   The new yarn from Kate Davies turned up today, just when most needed. I hope to cast on tomorrow. The long, long circular with which I have been knitting the shawl is close enough to the right size to get me started.

Wordle: Ketki was today’s star, with the only three. The rest of us got fours and fives, with fours predominating. I was in that group.