Sorry about yesterday. Six-Nations rugby is with us again, and that’s where I was. Wales were playing Scotland, in Wales.  We haven’t won there for a generation. Yesterday, they scored a moral victory and we had the win. 

   England beat Italy in Rome, but it was by no means the walkover one might have expected. Ireland beat France handily. Next weekend France will be here.

  Knitting has progressed. I’ve finished a ball of yarn, wound the next skein, but haven’t joined it in yet so probably shouldn’t report. The distance covered by this interminable brioche rib so far is about six inches. I need twelve.

   Comments: thank you for everything yesterday. I do think trusts are difficult here in the UK. I have updated my will since my husband died. Helen and Alexander — who currently have power of attorney — are the executors, so I hope things will go relatively smoothly. They are the two who live in Scotland. My four children get on well with each other, thank goodness. And I won’t be here to suffer the fuss.

   I would keenly like to know what’s wrong with the Princess of Wales, and can only admire the way royal insiders and hospital staff have refused to leak. The hospital was surrounded by journalists but they managed (apparently) to get her out unnoticed. I’ve seen a report that says she has gone home to her parents. That would make sense.

   The Times had a report yesterday that claims there was a news story on Spanish television saying that she was in an induced coma. But nobody has picked that up and run with it.

   Wordle: I won yesterday, so the winning streak is unbroken, entering the second month. Four was the base score today. Five for me and Alexander. Six for poor Mark.