Husband definitely better. His diet advanced as far as scrambled eggs last night. I have been enjoying myself making interesting soups. The best so far was an apple-and-celery number which he was too ill to attempt on Wednesday. Watercress today, I think, and perhaps a vegetarian Scotch broth. And I want to pursue on-line recipes for beetroot soup. The ones I've got are too complicated.
Jayne, the Noro sock yarn is very tempting, for Thomas or anyone else, but I am held back by something I read in Knitter’s Review to the effect that a) the soft twist means that the yarn isn’t terribly strong, despite the admixture of acrylic; and b) it doesn’t feel quite right on the hands as one knits, and stitches are hard to pick up for the gusset. Maybe I’d better look around on Google and see if I can find some more first-hand reports. Fishwife, weren't you going to try it?
I knit him a pair of socks when he reached man’s estate. It must have been one of the German yarns, Regia or Socka. He’s 23 now, and was wearing them last weekend on Loch Fyne. They looked well-used, but they were hanging in there.
Barbara, how I envy you a two-month-old granddaughter and another on the way! The Dream in Color Tulip jacket or the Rocketry Baby Cardigan! I wish I’d known that Lorna was going to get a girl.
(And, Lorna, I wish I could think of the gansey workshop – but Monday will be devoted either to getting my husband ready to be left behind, if I go to Tuesday's funeral alone, or packing up both of us for the journey north.)
Now that I have identified the problem – the need to have people about when I knit – I think I may be able to transcend it. In any event, I finished the B,H,O and got as far as the wrist ribbing on the second sleeve of Theo’s gansey, so the end is firmly in sight. The neck is too big and has to be re-done, but that’s it.
When the day comes for the Great Photograph, I hope Theo will be able to tell his photographer to keep clicking, so that we can have a picture of Barack inspecting the initials as well as the statutory mutual-grin one.