A dull day, both inside and out. Not exactly the haar, but a feeling that just under those grey clouds was/is the blue sky the rest of the country is enjoying. And I have been feeling a bit battered myself, after a restless night.

    The news from Thessaloniki, however, is thoroughly good. Fergus was substantially brighter this morning, and discharge was expected. What about the gangrene, I asked? Perhaps it’s not like cancer and you don’t have to worry about sweeping up every molecule.

   I resumed knitting. Helen doesn’t think I need a round-the-neck light but a floor-standing one. So I ordered one. And I finished the purl round and embarked on the next pattern round, counting away. I think what must be happening is wavy lines.like feather-and-fan, but no lacy holes. And maybe, even so, I’ll be able to see it after a few more rounds. The stitch-reduction, alas, is insignificant. This is the borders of KD’s MKAL shawl I’m talking about.

   Wordle: guess what? I scored two! My first starter gave me four browns. I struggled. I eschewed at least one near-possibility that left one of the browns in its original position. I found it!

   Alexander was a fellow-two. Ketki and Mark three. Rachel and Thomas and Theo four. Nothing from Roger. Is he still struggling with Icelandic Airways?