So yesterday was Scotland’s turn to win a moral victory and lose the match. It’s not much fun.

The weather continues grey and wet. My grandchildren Rachel and Alistair, and Alistair’s girlfriend Amy, and Helen, came to see me this morning and we had a jolly time catching up with family news. Rachel recently came close to setting the family house on fire and we all enjoyed hearing the details of that episode. She was wearing the rapidly-knit sleeveless pullover and it looked very well.

  Looking back, I can’t find that I mentioned Rachel’s pullover, although I’m sure I did. She knit it in four days. It fits to perfection, without swatching. Rather, she did swatch, and then paid no heed to the result.

  I’m now reading The Whalebone Theatre (and listening to it while I knit), and quite enjoying it. Knitting went well today, and there’s still time for more. I’ve done about 9” of the 12” required since the sleeves were left behind. (It’s top down, remember.) More significant, the current ball of yarn is beginning to look deplenished.

  Wordle: Success yesterday, so my winning streak is unbroken. We were spread all over the track today. I scored three (so did Mark): that doesn’t happen often, at least for me. Four for Alexander, Rachel, Ketki and Theo. Five for Thomas, six for Roger.