Another mixed day — showers and windy and occasional glimpses of sun. This is getting tedious. I have been feeling restored.

  I got the last of the MKAL knitting done, and am smugly awaiting the second clue on Wednesday.

   The Taylor-Swift-ification of Edinburgh brought all three of James’ and Cathy’s children here yesterday. Rachel is working at the Wallace Collection and enjoying it. Kirsty is finishing a post-graduate year of playwriting and doesn’t know what’s coming next. Alistair lives here in Edinburgh. He didn’t go to Taylow Swift but sent his girlfriend. It was very, very expensive.

   Helen came this morning. She says sister-Helen and Roger will come tomorrow, and that they’re well. They’re going to London on Wednesday, thence DC. C. will be back from Sicily soon. It will be interesting to learn how hot it was, given the circumstances of Michael Mosley’s death. It’s certainly not hot here.

   Wordle: another stinker today. I typed in nothing but possible answers and just as well. I got it in six, and only because I hadn’t wasted any guesses on Jean-words. I typed in the only pronounceable word given the remaining letters, and it was right. 

   Nobody failed, thank goodness, but Roger and Theo and Thomas also heeded six. Rachel and Mark and Ketki all scored five, Mark adding an emoji the purpose of which, I think, was to express irritation. Alexander got four, highly commendable in the circumstances.