Another not-too-bad day. Grey, dull but dry. Better than Wimbledon, anyway. I wasn’t entirely well this morning. Things improved somewhat. The day’s other crisis was a blocked drain in the kitchen. Helen found us an emergency plumber who was very apologetic about how much he charged us to put it right. I was pleased to find that my fingers remembered the bank code to pay. 

   Another quite-good Wimbledon match. Alcaraz again. They are still keeping Mr Sinner from me. Rachel says that, although technically an Italian, he comes from the Alps and speaks German as his first language. Today’s match was between Mf Alcaraz and an American named Frances Tiafoe. Alcarez won in five sets. It is difficult enough remembering the difference between Francis and Frances without having to record exceptions as well.

   I’ ve seen a bit of Coco Gough’s match. She’s doing well.

  Wordle: a doddle today. My starters gave me three greens and a brown — which amounts to four greens, when you stop to think about it. There was a bit of Wordle-special about the initial letter, but I got it in four. I still don’t know what yesterday’s word was, and probably never will.

   Thomas, Ketki and Rachel were the threes today; fours for the rest of us, and for Roger and Theo inDC.