You win some: my husband’s present, a Microsoft Surface, arrived yesterday – one potential major source of worry nipped in the bud. I haven’t dared open the package yet, but must soon, if only to make sure that the electricals are right for charging the battery from British electricity.
I’m counting on James and Cathy’s son Alistair to teach my husband how to use it, when we meet on the shores of Loch Fyne, and, especially, how to surf the web. My husband is aware of the infinite resources of cyberspace but up until now has only been able to tell me what he wants fetched from there.
And Alistair can play with the Surface himself when we have gone to bed.
You lose some: Helen writes from
that Archie will be travelling EasyJet when he goes home for the holidays next
week. The baggage allowance is very limited – I won’t be able to fill a small
suitcase with presents and just hand it to him, after all. I think I’ll be able
to insinuate his brother Fergus’ present into whatever luggage he is taking.
It’s long and narrow, awkward to wrap for the post, and light-weight. For the
rest, it will have to be that expensive trudge to the post office after all. Athens
Thank you for the kind comments about Lizzie’s forthcoming adventures in
. Considering that
there are only about 350 of us world-wide, on a very good day, it seems
remarkable that so many have connections to the Kansas .
Lizzie is, alas, not a knitter so almost certainly never looks at this blog: I
gathered up all the relevant comments and emailed them to her just now. University of Kansas
I know of the Yarn Barn, of course. But I don’t think I have ever ordered from them, and I didn’t know that that’s where they are.
(So far, Alistair is the only one of my grandchildren who has shewn a real aptitude for knitting – but his early interest was squashed by strict Chinese views on gender roles. I still have hopes of his younger sister Kirsty. I need someone to go into the Chinese countryside, speaking the language -- as Kirsty does -- and write the book about Chinese peasant knitting.)
As for actual knitting, I left the brioche scarf unfinished and returned to the Reversible Cables last night. It’s slower work, but progressing nicely. I could stop any time. But I have determined on seven feet – 14 inches to go, therefore – and will proceed with that plan.
I must remember to allow time for making the Christmas pudding and perhaps cranberry sauce. Not to mention writing those cards. How did I manage it all when I did the whole thing myself, and had a job, and had to move the household from
in the darkest days of December? Birmingham
I didn’t have to cook lunch in those days – that’s how.