A brighter day. We saw in 2024 — how on earth am I going to remember that number? — with a little coffee party this morning— Helen and David, Christina and Manaba (and their small sons Hamish and Quinn), and C. All well. Helen and David are now going to drive south to spend a couple of days with his mother.

Something is wrong with the knitting. The two rounds of half-brioche-in-the-round are meant to be BRK, purl one; and S1-YO, purl one. I have just finished a whole round of the latter, and find that all my YO’s lie across purl stitches, hardly suitable for BRK.

In the earlier, flat bit I sometimes found that the rib seemed to have gone wrong, and think I found that if I maintained what looked like a rib, the result would pass the galloping horse test. I hope that’s going to work here. I’m doing BRP, knit 1 and hoping for the best. I’ll face up to the problem at the end of the round.

I’ve got the promised pic of myself being hoisted down the steps on Christmas day, but I am lazily punching this out on the iPad and don’t know how to send pictures from here.

I’m nearly finished with “The Secret of Cooking”, skipping a little — such as recipes for dishes I knew I’d never eat. It continues very good. I’ll miss it. Perhaps I should have a look at her other books.

Wordle: I failed — the perfect day for it. Thomas scored three, the other four British-based were all four, as was Theo. Roger scraped home with six, having been stuck for a while in the morass that brought me down: ???, grn, grn, grn, grn.

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