A good day, although still cool.

  The new carer and I are settling down well.

   I’m still somewhat short of reading material. For dozing I have gone on with Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat and for the rare moments of attention, Persuasion, but I need a new book. (Tamar, I love your suggestion — comment yesterday — of Sugar, Salt, Grease, and Black Crunchy Bits.)

   Lisa, I read and listened to Fuschia Dunlop’s book about a year a go, when I was in that care home. It’s very good. Maybe I should listen again. And Eileen, I’ve started Tom Lake — Helen and C. are keen — and got bogged down. I couldn’t keep the daughters straight.  I’ll go back to the beginning and start again when I finish or abandon Petsuasion. Thanks to both.

   No knitting, but that was deliberate.

   Wordle: my sister won’t play because she thinks its too competitive. It isn’t. But I can’t resist telling you nevertheless that mine was the only three yesterday. I very much doubt if that has ever happened before.

   A variation on a familiar pattern today. The starters provided two greens and a brown. Titanic struggle. I finally came up with something. Was it a word? Wordle accepted it. Four greens now. I got it on the next line.

   Theo matched my feat of yesterday — he had the only three. Mark and Thomas and Ketki were my fellow-four today. Rachel and Alexander had five, and Roger failed again. I think he must be coming down with Covid. My sister has already been diagnosed with it. They are safely back here in Edinburgh with Helen and have postponed their visit to London for a few days.