More grey, more rain. Not much hope for Easter, either.

   Helen is home after teaching mosaic-making down souff. She had a grand time, it would appear. I unloaded all my problems. She found the pepper-grinder right away. Some of the financial probs are going to take longer.

   Thanks, Mary Lou, for the reference  (comment yesterday) to the Smithsonian article about Galla Placidia. I haven’t pursued it yet. From the title it sounds as if it might amount to what my neighbour was saying — that GP was a thoroughly competent administrator in the midst of a lot of useless men.

   I got slightly more knitting done than usual today, and there’s still time for more. It seems endless, but in fact  a couple more days like today will see the hem finished. I’ll do the collar next, whatever the pattern says.

   I’m about to have asparagus for my supper, and am cross to discover that Waitrose sent me Mexican when I ordered British.

   Wordle: Rachel failed again — a most unusual two in a row. I did that at the New Year. It was another upsy-downsy day. Alexander and I had four, as did Theo and Roger in DC. Thomas and Ketki scored five, Mark snuck home with six.

   Roger had a distinguished three yesterday — see comments.