A summer's day! Even more so, I think, in England. I must get out, when Helen gets back. And I must sort out my computer problems so that I can show you some pictures. Rachel sent me a beautiful batch from her birthday party. I think I need Archie.

   Kirsten, I’m glad you’re enjoying tennis. I’ve loved it ever since we got a television set, rather later than everybody else. But my father took me to a Davis Cup match at Forest Hills in what must have been the late forties, and I enjoyed it enormously. The USofA had won both singles matches the day before. Australia had to win the doubles that day (they did) to keep hope flickering. I’ve been humming Waltzing Matilda to myself ever since. 

   I’m halfway around the next pattern round of the KD MKAL shawl. Goodness, it’s hard. My new lamp should be here soon. Maybe I should wait.

   Wordle: my two starter words yielded one (1) vowel, green. It was remarkably hard to think of any answer to fit. (My starters eliminate five very common consonants.) I finally found one — wrong, but helpful enough that I got it on the next line.

   It seems to have been on the difficult side all round, except for Mark who was home in three. Ketki and Theo were fellow-fours,  Alexander five, Thomas six, and poor Rachel failed. She got stuck for a first letter, as did Thomas. No news of Roger.