Another sunny day, although I’m told ii’s chilly in the wind. Helen and David were here this morning. Sister-Helen, on her cruise, has developed a nasty-sounding cold. I’ve been pretty dopey.

  With no knitting. That’s bad. I’m now down to the last 10 enormously long rows of the first clue of the Allingham MKAL and I must press forward with them. 

   I have discovered how enormously soothing it is to listen to the Audible version of an Allingham I know fairly well, while dozing. It doesn’t matter if I fall asleep because I know it well enough to pick up the thread when consciousness returns.

   I’m currently doing that with More Work for the Undertaker. I think that’s the last suitable Allingham. Maybe  I could try the same thing with Il Gattopardo next. 

   Wordle: I had a titanic struggle this morning, and was very glad indeed to scrape home with a six. My starters gave me a green and one brown. A good guess (but wrong) for line three turned the brown green. A Jean-word in line four — I was desperate — was no use at all, except to eliminate a couple of consonants. A wild guess in line five added another green.

   Four for Ketki, Rachel, Mark and Roger. Five for Theo, Alexander, and Thomas. Is that everybody? Yes.