Fat Tuesday

 Cold and windy, but Edinburgh was again brighter than many another place.

Today much like yesterday. Helen is still working here, not much seen. 

 Not much knitting. However the current ball is nearly finished —tomorrow should see it done. Or even tonight. 

 I’m getting on nicely with “The Whalebone Theatre”. I seem to have the audible version too — did I buy them both together? The wonderful thing is that the two versions are acquainted with each other. When I sit down to knit and be read to, the audible version knows how far I’ve read with my eyes, and starts right there. And vice versa.

  You who are familiar with the 21st century probably take that sort of thing for granted, but it seems like magic to me.

  I have replanted my salad factory, using seeds of my own —purple tomatoes and blue sweet peas — in two of the lingots, lettuce and rocket in the other two. I’ll keep you posted. Now that the Downstairs Lavatory is finished and I can get down the passage again, and it’s getting lighter, there’s no excuse for not getting back to my laptop and showing you some pictures. 

   Wordle: I was the class dunce again. Mark and Thomas and Theo three;  Alexander, Ketki and Rachel four; five for me. Silence so far from Roger, who often comes in late.

   My starters gave me three browns, two consonants and a vowel. I struggled mightily without success, and finally put a Jean-word in line three. I still had two consonants and a vowel, although one of the consonants had turned green. Line four had four greens. And, as I’ve said, line five was right. 

   

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