Another goodish day. I didn’t tackle the computer, and I feel the lack of any any serious or semi- serious reading. On the other hand, knitting progressed well. I didn’t measure, but I’m halfway through a pattern repeat — a very good point at which to measure before I plunge in tomorrow. 

The surgeon phoned. We have decided not to operate (to replace my hip) but if pain/discomfort get worse, I have a phone number. It is not so much my age that disinclines him to operate as the state of my lungs. I have a lung appt soon.

We learned one interesting medical tidbit: patients’ sensations of pain and/or discomfort, in such cases, don’t particularly relate to the state of decrepitude shewn on the xray or scan. 

I broke one of my few remaining teeth while eating spinach — (!) — the other day. Helen got me an appt which will bring a dentist to the house tomorrow. The actual dentist’s office is very near, but up a seriously steep flight of steps from pavement to front door. 

We also have an appt which will bring my GP here one day next week. It will be good to have an overview of all the various things wrong with me.

Wordle: I wasn’t impressed with today’s word. I’ll tell you why tomorrow, if I remember. I scored five. I was baffled by my situation after the starters — three browns, two consonants and a vowel. After a substantial period of bafflement, I resorted to Jean-words (=couldn’t be right) for lines three and four.

My fellow-fives were Theo and Alexander. Six for Rachel. Four for Mark and Ketki. Today’s stars were Roger and Thomas — three each.