A haar again this morning. I suspect it will soon be hot.
I had a fairly productive day yesterday, although not productive of news on the dining-room-ceiling front.
I dispatched Lizzie’s socks to
had my photograph taken in a booth for use on my new driving license, paid in
some cheques to the bank, laid in supplies for Strathardle whither we are going
today. I should reappear here next Thursday. I’ll take the whole pile of paper
and get to work on the telephone on Monday morning, ceiling-wise. London
It will be very interesting to see whether those poor seeds, consigned a fortnight ago to the cold, cold ground, have made the effort to grow. I’ll re-sow, if not.
Joan Schrouder is going to be in
for a day next month. She’s teaching on a Holland America cruise which will dock at South Queensferry. We are trying
to contrive a meeting – that’ll be the day the ceiling comes down, of course. I met her at my 2nd Edinburgh Camp Stitches,
on Lake George in 2000. That year, we could do
three-day classes with one teacher. I and my pals opted for Joan’s shawl course
– a day each devoted to Shetland, ,
and Faroese. Orenburg
The socks are getting on nicely – about half-way from heel to ribbing. Thank you very much indeed for your answers to my question about how to slip stitches. I am particularly taken with the idea of twisting the chain stitches along the edge of a standard heel flap.
I continue to yield to none in my dislike of the Olympics, but I have to confess to a growing enthusiasm for the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. It is only the second time this has happened in the history of the monarchy, which encompasses quite a considerable stretch of time – think Aethelred the Unready, and then go on back. The other instance was, of course,
and it was on that occasion, I learn from Googling, that the phrase “diamond
jubilee” was coined. Victoria
And no one alive on earth today is at all likely to see another such occasion.
I’d better go faff about with preparations for departure.