A fairly nasty day, cold and windy and wet. Nor can forecasts promise any improvement. This verges on the ridiculous. 

  Knitting went well. I have got the stitch-count of the newly-cast-on border of the KD MKAL shawl pretty well straightened out. The questionof whether it is twisted is still unsolved. This part of the shawl begins with seven rounds in the darkest colour. My poor old eyes have trouble with that shade in straightforward knitting. Counting stitch-numbers over and over again is obviously worse.

   On the other hand, mistakes — and I fear there are many — will not be so obvious in that shade.

   Otherwise a quiet day, spent largely near sleep listening to Nogel Slater reading his own “A Cook’s Book”. He’s one of my faves. I don’t own that one. He’s not — and the book certainly isn’t — vegetarian, but it’s got an impressive range of vegetarian recipes. 

  Helen came to see me, and brought some impressive photographs from Mt.Athos, which David, Mungo and Fergus are currently visiting. Accomodation looks basic but distinctly comfortable. 

  Wordle: six for me. I had a bath this morning, and by the time I settled down to Wordle, was distinctly weak. My starters gave me a green and two browns. I proceeded to enter three successive Jean-words, not randomly but eliminating valuable consonants and establishing possible positions for the letters I had. Six will do — i’m interested only in my winning streak. It’ll be 40 if I get it tomorrow.

    All the other cisAtlantic players scored 5. Theo was another five, and Roger joined me on six.