Another bright, coldish day. Frost figured in the Scottish weather forecast this morning. Yesterday we had some snow. 

   Helen and Mungo came to see me today. He is her middle son, resident in Cairo where he means to stay for a while. I didn’t really get to see much of him, as I had a house call from Specsavers. I’ve got some macular degeneration — not good news. My father was pretty well blinded by it at the end of his life. When they told him he was losing his sight, he read Gibbon’s Decline and Fall. Maybe I should do that. I’ve read a fair amount of it, but never got all the way through.

   Knitting went well. I have only a row or two to go on the first MKAL clue, and I’ve straightened out the stitch count which wasn’t as far off as I feared. Now I need something absolutely straightforward to occupy my hands until the next clue arrives next week. I’m supposed to revert to Fergus’ Calcutta Cup sweater but that’s too complicated. 

   My sister seems somewhat recovered. Their cruise ends tomorrow. That will also be the day when my current carer — Precious by name and Precious by nature — hands over to someone else, from a different agency, to save money. It’ll be scary. I’m completely helpless.

   Wordle: three for me today. My starters produced four browns and when my subsequent struggles finally produced a word, it was right.

  Mark was with me on three. The rest pf the British team had fours. Theo and Roger — the latter still at sea, or course — both had fives