Saint Swithen’s Day. It hasn’t rained here, and for much of the afternoon it could justly be called “fair”. We shall see.

Helen was here this morning, on her way back from taking David to the airport. We got a bit of paperwork done.

The pundits don’t seem to be quite as sure as I am that Trump is now a shoo-in for the election in November. Last night, dozing and listening to the radio as I do, I heard somebody talking about the shooting and I thought it was Trump himself and I thought, he is much more upset than he thinks. But it turned out to be Biden speaking. No gaffes, just a general inarticulosy, hard to understand and follow.

     The King’s Speech is on Wednesday. I thot it was tomorrow. That will lay out a programme of domestic issues for me to worry about.

   The Princess of Wales seems to have done her Wimbledon to high praise all round. It was much more demanding than her previous appearance at the Trooping of the Colour. She was on show all through the match, and had to talk in royal fashion to strangers, and to stay on her feet throughout the presentation. She came through with flying colours. I am less happy about Princess Anne. She chose not to wear colour for her outing to Riding for the Disabled. The effect was a bit depressing.

   No knitting yet. Much dozing.

   Wordle: we were all on much of a level today. I scored four. My line three had four greens, with a gap in the second space. Several others fell into the same trap. Three for Rachel (brilliant!), five for Ketki, and otherwise four all round, including both Roger and Theo in DC.