I didn't make much progress with Life yesterday, apart from getting some food in and having a restorative nap. It's time to start making lists.

Blogger claims to have started hosting pictures, so maybe I can now include them, instead of propping them up there on top. Let's try. Nope, it didn't work, at least here from my off-line composition program. So there it is above (I hope), as usual. That's the   statuatory post-Strathardle picture of my country knitting, in this case showing a (very) few more stripes added to the sleeve of Rachel's sweater.

Knitting

That's that one.

I'm precisely half-way through the 41st repeat of the Princess Shawl edging -- one more to go to half-way. It's going smoothly since we got back, on the whole. No more of those peculiar mistakes.

I picked up stitches yesterday and started adding the collar -- the final element -- to Thomas-the-Younger's striped Koigu. He's been to NY recently, where I gather he was a hit with his Patel grandparents. And he can stand up -- his first birthday isn't until November. That must be Patel genes -- none of my children were forward at standing and walking, some positively retarded, although they all mastered it in the end.

I had a nice comment from Rebecca about the newly-started sock pictured here a few days ago. Therein hangs a tale, which I will relate soon. It's pretty boring.

Current Affairs

Well, one thing that's clear is that we are not winning the "war on terror". The concept, of course, is preposterous, as if the medical profession were to declare a "war on fever". I may have said that before.

I am profoundly unhappy about the unfortunate Brazilian who was shot dead in London day before yesterday because he was of brownish hue and was spotted leaving a house which was "under surveillance" and didn't stop when the police shouted "hoy!" He ran onto a subway train at Stockwell and fell on the floor and was shot several times in the head at close range. In an enclosed space like that, with several policemen to hand, you might have thought arresting him would have been sufficient. He had nothing to do with terrorism, the police now say. Stockwell is one of the stations on one of our familiar routes -- travelling out towards Rachel -- which sort of personalises it.

Last week in Strathardle, one of the party was the son of an old friend of Helen's. Luan (like our grandson Joseph) goes to the same school in London as the Prime Minister's children. He said that on the day of the London bombs a fortnight ago, Tony's daughter was removed from school by helicopter. Travelling in central London was difficult for everyone that day, but a limo would surely have been sufficient.