Another reasonable day — a bit less wonderful, weather-wise, but still pretty good. Helen has been working here all day — that’s always nice, even though we never meet. An old internet-blog friend came to see me and I disgraced myself by a major failing of memory. But we had a nice time, even so.

  And I did some knitting. When I achieve the desired length with this half-brioche for the body, I switch to a smaller-gauge needle and carry straight on with the st st  welt in a toning shade. There’s nothing in that prospect to slow me down. Then sleeves. But the shoulders are sufficiently dropped that that is not a terrifying prospect either. The broad st st neckband is very important.

   Thank you for “Black Lamb Grey Falcon” — comments yesterday. I’ve added it to my list. And for the encouraging remarks about Chinese vegetarian food. And about Lourdes. I remain very conflicted about that last one. A last chance to travel? I’ve got to decide any minute now. 

  Wordle: we were much divided today. I scored a dismal five. I got stuck with four greens, missing the fourth letter. The other poor scores —Rachel, six; Theo and Mark, five — had the same configuration. So did Roger, but he managed to wriggle out in four.

   Both Alexander and his wife Ketki scored two; their son Thomas, three.