Sunshine is struggling forth this evening after another grey, damp day. Nothing much happened here. My sister and her husband — Roger and Helen — will be here tomorrow, eagerly awaited.

   I knit steadily on. I am on the verge of a point where I’ve got to knit quite a few successive rows in black. My eyes are failing. It won’t be easy. Otherwise all is going well. I’ve ordered an over-the-seat shelf on which I hope to locate my laptop computer and then at last I will post some pictures

  I finally finished “Look to the Lady”. I had misremembered the “unforgettable” McGuffin I referred to the other day. So much for me. It’s not terribly good, compared to what is to come. It contains the scene where the Bad Guy is about to kill the hero but first explains to him all that has been going on, and also the one in which the hero — who wasn’t killed after all — gathers the rest of the cast around and explains it all to them. When Allingham really got into her stride, she didn’t write such hackneyed scenes. 

   I’m now reading Dancers in Mourning. There was one — and it could still be this one; I don’t know it well — where Campion and Amanda cooperate before they are “together”. We haven’t seen anything of her since Sweet Danger.  No, it can’t be this one. And next on the club programme is Traitor’s Purse. So what was it? It involved an airplane, and a woman who worked in fashion.

   Wordle: the familiar pattern. My starters gave me two vowels, one brown, one green. My line three, arrived at after a struggle, made it three greens. I got it in four.

   And as in recent days, almost everyone else did better.  Ketki needed five, but the rest of the British team scored three. Silence from Mark — we’ve got a big holiday weekend here , too. In DC it was four for Roger and three for Theo.