I feel dreary. Little has been achieved. Wafa administered a bath this mornimg — it’s hard work for both of us, and probably explains the dreariness. I later instituted and contributed to the cooking of lunch. That eas something of a departure for me these days. It was a recipe for tenderstem broccoli from the current Waitrose magazine, and from it I have learned that tenderstem broccoli is not at its best in mid-October. 

C. came, and indeed helped with the cooking. Her daughter and son-in-law are selling their house in Roslin (of chapel fame). C.’s role is to look after their two very small sons (aged three and one) while the house is shewn to prospective buyers in peace and quiet. They are very lucky to have her. The house only went on the market this week and has aroused much interest. 

Knitting went well, but slowly. I attached the newly-wound ball and finished the armhole shaping for the back.

I still haven’t tackled the catalog room and my computer. I now have pictures to show you of Lennie H. in his new shawl and of Paradox Miles in the south of England somewhere, being sweet. I think she is enormously enjoying being an Only Cat. Perdita remains wary.

Wordle: I wasn’t exactly the class dunce. I scored five, but Rachel joined me there. Alexander, Mark, Ketki, and Roger were the fours. The young ‘uns won— Theo and Thomas both scored three. C.hadn’t done it yet, when I saw her this morning.