Another proper May day, still with a touch of cool. I didn’t go out. We had a carer-handover, which my original agency (which is still in charge) does once a fortnight. Always slightly stressful.

   I knit industriously onwards. I am getting close — for those of you who are MKAL’ing with me — to the end of the first repeat of the colour sequence. The second repeat will be much slower, of course, as each right-side row adds two stitches and they soon add up.

   Jenny and Anonymous (comments yesterday): I certainly remember those shawls we knit. Was it called the Dathan Hap? I did it twice, and one of the results used to hang over the back of the very chair in which I sit. The trouble with being crippled is that you can’t take the few steps necessary even to look around the room. My feeling is that that yarn was slightly thicker than Milarrochy Tweed, more like sock yarn. Or I might have knit it from stash (unlike me). Anyway, on I go.

   Helen came this morning. Otherwise I don’t think there are any events to report from the Outer World. C. has been in London of late. She’s back now, and I’ll see her on Sunday.

   Wordle: a green and three browns from my starters. My first guess was a rather gloomy word, and it was wrong, but it got everybody into order — four greens. I got it in four.

It was the same for everybody else over here except Thomas, who needed five. Theo was another four. Silence so far (it’s sort of early) from Roger in DC and Ketki, usually a very early contributor.