Lovely sunshine. Everybody says it’s cold, however. No more news of my sister, tossing about amidst the western isles with a bad cold. I am worried about her, and about my fragile lungs when she gets back. I’ve got through the whole winter without episode. The dr has given me a prescription for an antibiotic so that I can start it right away when trouble threatens. So far unused.

    Knitting progresses well. I’m now down to the last four long, long rows — and the new clue won’t arrive until next week. What a wonderful club! Except that now I’ve got to count stitches and adjust numbers if necessary. And also find some easy knitting to fill in a few days. I ought to go back to Fergus’ Calcutta Cup sweater, but that’s too much like hard work. 

   The references were to Kate Davies’ summer Margery Allingham club, the related MKAL in particular.

   Fergus had a grand time at the Dior show at Drummond Castle. The young men in kilts, including Fergus, were clearly on hand to hold umbrellas over models if it rained, but it didn’t. Most of them came from a model agency in Glasgow and got paid a lot. But Fergus was the one chosen to open car doors and welcome the famous guests. I haven’t heard of any of them except Emma Raducanu.

   Wordle: today my starters gave me a green consonant and two brown vowels. I struggled mightily — line three is always the tough one — and finally thought of a dim possibility, which Wordle accepted. I now had three greens and two browns so all I had to do was transpose the browns. Four for me.

   I was interested to see that Ketki and I had the same configuration in line three. Our line-three word — it must have been the same one — is a good deal more unusual than the right answer in line four.

   Never mind. My winning streak is now 40 and that’s all I care about.

   Mark had three. He’s awfully good at this. Rachel and Thomas four. Alexander and Theo five. Four for Roger, who of course is also tossing about in the western isles.