And now it’s raining. That does put a different complexion on things.

I fell down last night, after writing to you. I had gone into the bathroom to get ready for bed. There are one or two operations connected with that process which require both hands. During one of them I subsided to the floor, rather than fell. No harm done, but I couldn’t get up. Eventually help came. That hip is definitely getting worse.

   Helen knew about this, early this morning. She’s still in England with her family, but will come back tomorrow.

   I am well embarked on the twisted rib at the beginning of the Argyll vest. Worried about size. Too soon to tell. I have never had much luck with gauge swatches, and often remember the major early in Evelyn Waugh’s. “Men at Arms” trilogy whose uniform never seemed to fit, not through any fault of his tailor but because the major seemed to change shape from time to time during the day.

   Franklin is trying to teach us to knit to fit at the moment.

   Thank you for your tip about not twisting a circular cast-on. Mary Lou. Who knows? if I have to re-start to improve the fit, I may use it very soon.

   Wordle: Everybody got three or four today except for Theo who needed five. Mine was one of the threes, I’m pleased to report. Makes up for two successive sixes earlier in the week.