Another pleasant day, judged from in here. And tomorrow — excitement! — I will go out. I have an appointment at a hospital for advice on wheelchairs, much needed. The trouble is, we have elected to go by ambulance which has meant booking a time slot a whole three hours before the appt. And then home again? The appt itself, at 3pm, will last about an hour. Perhaps they can also advise on getting down and up my six front steps. I’ll certainty ask. 

 I’ll tell you all about it in due course.

  And once tomorrow’s adventure is behind me, I firmly resolve to get into the Catalogue Room after breakfast and boot up my laptop and send you some pictures. The current time of day, when I usually write,  is too late for picture-sending; I have drooped too far.

  Knitting has progressed. I still need three more visible stitches — six more actual rounds — before starting the welt. It feels endless. The “new” ball looks somewhat diminished, I tell myself.

  Wordle: I crawled home with five again, and for the same reason as yesterday: my two starters and my first guess got me to line three, with four greens. In line I four guessed wrong again about the missing letter.

Thomas, Ketki, Mark and Rachel got three. Alexander four. Roger in DC was another three. No news from Theo yet, unusually. Is it all luck, or do I need to re-think my starters?