Pale sunshine, much grey. Cold. But the spring flowers are forward as usual, indefatigable.  Helen has sent me pictures of curry dumplings (primula denticulata) and primroses and daffodils — for which we’re famous — from Burnside.

   C. came this morning. No new news. She has a busy spring ahead, including 10 days or so in Sicily, happy woman.

   I haven’t done much.  No knitting yet. I’m reading Allingham’s “The China Governess”, now nearing the end. I’m having trouble keeping characters and their relationships straight. I don’t know whether to blame Allingham or my own senility. It turns on blood lines and inheritances, and I keep feeling sorry for her, for having no children.

‘   I haven’t ordered yarn for KD’s MKAL, as I promised I would have done by now. I’m still promising.

   Wordle: three for me this morning. My two starters served me well. For a while I hoped to be the day’s best, but eventually Thomas and Mark logged in with fellow threes. Pretty well everyone else scored four, including the DC pair, but excepting poor Ketki who got five.

  All I really care about is my winning streak.It’s currently 5. My max was 67, back in the days when I used Jean-words shamelessly and scored five more often than not. I haven’t got near that since. My last failure was at 49.