Another summer’s day. Maybe we’re getting somewhere.

   Helen and David came to see me. Their news was that their youngest  son Fergus, who is doing odd jobs for an agency, has been recruited for duty at Dior’s summer show at Drummond Castle near Perth this evening. Perhaps they asked for recruits who could provide their own kilts. We all look forward eagerly to his account of the evening, at least; and at the other extreme, we imagine him swept forward into the mainstream of international fashion modelling. Fergus is tall and handsome. He ran a marathon last weekend.

   KD has released another pattern in her Allingham club, another stunner, a cardigan. And another essay, this one about popular fiction, related to Flowers for the Judge, and very interesting indeed. What a wonderful club this is proving to be!

  Meanwhile I am having a good time reading/listening to Coroner’s Pigeon, a wartime book, not in the club, written next after Traitor’s Purse. 

  Wordle: the usual four for me. Starters provided a green and three browns. Line three was perfectly plausible, but wrong. Four greens. Horror! Was this a Wordle Special? Mercifully, no. There was only one possibility (I think) and I got it.

   Thomas, Alexander and Mark all had the same configuration of four greens. Alexander and Mark scored threes. Thomas had a comforting (to me) five. Ketki had another three, with a different approach, and Rachel an utterly brilliant two.

   Of the Americans, Theo scored five and Roger — it must be that sea air — another brilliant two 

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