Another May day. Maybe the tide has turned. I got out this morning — it’s a struggle. Helen and the current carer and I  made a circuit of the garden and then walked along London Street to the roundabout and back. Not much else today, although I’ve done some knitting.

   I’m now repeating the colour sequence on the stripes — this is for KD’s Allingham MKAL. The rows are now seriously longer, but on the other hand the colour sequence is easily to be read from the first set. That saves a lot of anxious time looking up the pattern and figuring out where I am in it.

   We also have the next pattern — a jolly two-colour hat. It’s too complicated for me. And an essay about Little Venice, the part of London where our second book, Death of a Ghost, takes place. I can begin to think of re-reading the fourth, Dancers in Mourning. After that we move onto the war years and I am on more familiar ground.

   The essay was very good. kD has worked hard on all this. She was an academic before her stroke changed her life.

  Wordle: another toughie. My starters produced four browns. I thought of a really good word — can’t remember it now — perfect in every respect except that one of the brow letters hadn’t moved to a new place. I struggled on and finally thought of a dim possibility which at least was fully qualified. I typed it in. It was right. Three for me. 

   Ketki also had three. Four for Mark and Alexander. Five for Thomas and Rachel. Theo in DC was another three. Silence so far from his father Roger, as not infrequently.