“I Let the Houseplants Die – One Woman’s Story” I love it! And even more do I love the way you and your mother cut it out and sent it to each other simultaneously. Thanks, Stashdragon.
I spent some time with Roz Chast yesterday, looking through Google Images for the page I think I remember, without success but with much pleasure. My mother was expected to be one of those Stepford Wives teetering about the house in high heels during the 1950’s, admiring her washing machine. It wasn’t a role that suited her. She would have loved Roz Chast.
Our Polish cleaning woman is coming tomorrow at 8, so I will have to spend some time today sorting out the dusters and exploring the inner recesses of the refrigerator. Helen clearly thinks that a clean-out there would be a good place to start.
My husband is behaving exactly like your friend’s father, Shandy. “More damage is done to furniture by servants than anything else except flood.” We have some good things, and some pictures in gilt frames which send gold flakes cascading floor-wards at the slightest touch of a duster. I think it will be possible to work around these difficulties.
And also around the greater difficulty of my husband’s occupation of the kitchen for his breakfast during most of the morning. A cleaner needs free access to the kitchen. That’s why she’s coming before first light tomorrow, before he gets up.
We shall see.
As for knitting, the sleeve is progressing well. I am nearing the point – should reach it today – when I have to decide a precise figure for the final number of stitches. “35-40% of K” leaves a 10-stitch grey area undetermined. It is time I showed you a picture – soon.
Thank you for your comforting remarks about gents’ sweaters and ease – and, indeed, layering.
Helen just phoned to say she is in
and Archie successfully installed at Merchiston for another term. She reminds
me that I was going to knit him some kilt hose. She says her husband doesn't think a cleaner will be able to stick it, here. Helen and I have some faith in our woman. Athens