An off-and-on day. At least London was no better than here, although perhaps warmer. I’ve been watching the Trooping of the Colour, upon which a good deal of rain fell. Britain is a pretty minor league country these days, but we can still do that sort of ceremonial with a wonderful panache.

   The event that really impressed me, panache-wise, was the Princess of Wales’ funeral. How much notice did they have? About a week? And the route, from Kensington Palace to the Abbey, was not a familiar ceremonial one. But as they carried the coffin into the church, you could hear Big Ben striking the hour.

   It was good to see the current Princess of Wales out and about. She looked well.

   I got some more knitting done, although I’m still finding it painfully slow. Thank you for your help with the possible twist, Tamar. Your second suggestion is the one I used long ago when I found a twist in a shawl I was knitting borders-inward, but your first suggestion — ride roughshod — is the one I think I’ll go for.

   Wordle: a lucky three for me today. A green and two browns from my starters. A brief struggle. A plausible word. It was right! Sheer luck. Mark and Alexander and Thomas also had three. Five for Ketki, six for Rachel. They both got stuck with the first letter missing.

      Four for both Theo and Roger.