Medical bulletin
You’re right, Tamar. I won’t leave it past Monday.
I was really feeling pretty good yesterday, on my feet all day, finished Rachel’s first sock and cast on the second. Less well this morning. It’s an ugly, raw day and Scotland are playing Wales at rugby so once the food is in, I’ll hunker down.
If you need a dr out of business hours (9-5, Monday to Friday) these days you have to phone something called NHS 24. If you try phoning your own doctor, the call gets diverted. I don’t know whether this applies to all of Britain, or just Scotland. At NHS 24 you will speak to a nurse who will tell you to take an aspirin, or, if the situation seems to her more serious than that, a paracetemol.
This works well, on the whole. There have been a few fatalities among polite and submissive callers, particularly those whose first language is not English and who have never seen a case of meningitis before. Can’t be helped.
Kate, I think I put that the wrong way around, yesterday. More seriously and accurately, the one thing worse than having a daughter between the ages of 12 and 30, is not having a daughter at all. I hope you get your girl! My quiverful of grandchildren is heavily biased towards boys -- see the website advertised in the sidebar.
Knitting
Here’s the finished sock. I don’t know quite what to do now. It would be good to finish them off, and get an early report on the wearing qualities of this wonderful yarn. And it would mean I could look forward to next month’s subscription from The Yarn Yard with a high heart. And today’s rugby should move things forward nicely. On the other hand, sock-knitting is getting a bit boring…
The final magazine in the current deluge is the summer issue of Yarn, a new Australian publication. A kind cyber friend sent me a copy when I broke my arm. I have subscribed, and this was my first issue.
I’ve known ever since I first read Alice in Wonderland that people in the Antipathies walk about with their heads downwards, but it was still disconcerting to get the summer issue of something so homely and familiar as a knitting magazine – and find a whole selection of “simple gifts”.
I like this magazine; it’s friendly and accessible, with interesting patterns shewn on real-life models, and a good clutch of articles.
You’re right, Tamar. I won’t leave it past Monday.
I was really feeling pretty good yesterday, on my feet all day, finished Rachel’s first sock and cast on the second. Less well this morning. It’s an ugly, raw day and Scotland are playing Wales at rugby so once the food is in, I’ll hunker down.
If you need a dr out of business hours (9-5, Monday to Friday) these days you have to phone something called NHS 24. If you try phoning your own doctor, the call gets diverted. I don’t know whether this applies to all of Britain, or just Scotland. At NHS 24 you will speak to a nurse who will tell you to take an aspirin, or, if the situation seems to her more serious than that, a paracetemol.
This works well, on the whole. There have been a few fatalities among polite and submissive callers, particularly those whose first language is not English and who have never seen a case of meningitis before. Can’t be helped.
Kate, I think I put that the wrong way around, yesterday. More seriously and accurately, the one thing worse than having a daughter between the ages of 12 and 30, is not having a daughter at all. I hope you get your girl! My quiverful of grandchildren is heavily biased towards boys -- see the website advertised in the sidebar.
Knitting
Here’s the finished sock. I don’t know quite what to do now. It would be good to finish them off, and get an early report on the wearing qualities of this wonderful yarn. And it would mean I could look forward to next month’s subscription from The Yarn Yard with a high heart. And today’s rugby should move things forward nicely. On the other hand, sock-knitting is getting a bit boring…The final magazine in the current deluge is the summer issue of Yarn, a new Australian publication. A kind cyber friend sent me a copy when I broke my arm. I have subscribed, and this was my first issue.
I’ve known ever since I first read Alice in Wonderland that people in the Antipathies walk about with their heads downwards, but it was still disconcerting to get the summer issue of something so homely and familiar as a knitting magazine – and find a whole selection of “simple gifts”.
I like this magazine; it’s friendly and accessible, with interesting patterns shewn on real-life models, and a good clutch of articles.
I hope you feel better soon... the result must have lifted your spirits a little though, Mr Paterson did us proud.
ReplyDeletehow about a forest canopy Shawl instead of socks?
http://ma2ut.blogspot.com/2006/09/forest-canopy-shoulder-shawl.html
Sorry, the link hasn't worked.
ReplyDeleteIf you google (funny how it's become a verb) for Forest Canopy Shawl you'll find it as the top item on the list.
It's my next project.
Yep, that's us Aussies:
ReplyDeleteSimple and Upside-Down :D :D
Not so sure about the Antipathy; we're a friendly lot (outside of the sporting arena)
How about some more of the Princess, if socks are a little stale?