Sorry about yesterday — Wimbledon. I am surprised at how short-changed one feels without royals in the royal box. Perhaps memory deceives.. Aging tennis stars are almost as interesting. Rod Laver looks impossibly old and rather stout. Ann Jones is aging well. And we have McInroe and Henman commentating — completely ageless

   I still haven’t seen Mr Sinner. Nor is he playing today. It isn’t a perverse wish — he’s the top seed. I’m watching on my iPad. I might have more choice on a television set. The main BBC broadcast available on the iPad tends to stick to Centre Court unless there is a British Girl playing somewhere and mercifully they are all gone now.

   There is no news that I can detect of either of the princesses about whom I am concerned. Princess Anne must have been more badly hurt than we were told. She had to cancel an overseas trip, so presumably there were a few days without domestic engagements around now.  When she starts cancelling those we can really get going with worry. Nor is there any news on the American presidential front. (I am a Gretchen Whitmer fan.) I am concentrating hard on that one to avoid thinking about GB.

   Wordle: a Wordle special today. I scored three. Poor Theo failed and says he feels like a dunce. But there was nothing in it except pure luck. My starters gave me two greens and two browns. I formed them into a word, easily found a letter to fill the empty place. It was right. But it turned out there were five or six possibilities for that space. Theo reached my pattern by line four and kept guessing wrong. Pure luck.

   Two for Ketki and Alexander and Roger. Three for me and Mark.Four for Thomas and Rachel.