I’m laggard in commenting on the latest royal misfortune. The Princess’ cancer certainly explains the sense the whole nation has had — perhaps not too strong to say, the whole world — that there was something we weren’t being told. Their reason — that they didn’t want to tell the  children until the start of the Easter holiday — makes sense.  But my feeling is that (a)  children are usually pretty tough and (b) they, too, will have suffered from the feeling we have all been suffering under, that there was something they weren’t being told. 

   I will have to stay alive for several years, at least, to see how this all comes out.

   Not much else to report. It has been a bright, sunny day, but cold, I gather. No visitors. Helen is having a good time teaching mosaic-making down souff. She is much missed here, too but the list of things we need to consult her about grows by the hour. Where is my pepper-grinder? How does one charge the bath seat? What are we to do about my next covid injection if I still can’t get up and down the front steps? And there are more.

   Thank you for your comments lately about Finding Things..i’ll have to work out a system of some sort. 

  Wordle: I had a fairly easy three this morning — my starters gave me two vowels, one green, one brown. I struggled for a while to find any word. When I came up with one, it didn’t seem terribly likely but I typed it in and it was right.

   Mark was another three. The rest of the British-based had fours. In DC Theo scored yet another three and Roger, as not infrequently, hasn’t been heard from.