Today’s excitement is to pick Archie up at school and take him to the airport, a job I greatly enjoy. He was worried a while ago about what would happen if  weather disrupted flights – the idea seemed close to absurd, for the end of March. But Leeds airport is closed this morning due to heavy snow. Edinburgh seems all right, judging from Arrivals and Departures as viewed on their website, but he will have only two hours in London to make a connection to Rome, so there’s not much room for anything to go wrong. The whole family is having a week's Roman holiday to celebrate 50th birthdays. Helen is already 50. David's birthday coincides with mine in the summer. 

I’ll go with him to check-in and get the woman to tell us what he should DO if he misses the flight. Bursting into tears, although guaranteed to be effective, is probably not an option. Rachel is ready to take him in if he has to spend the night in London.

I am sorry for my rudeness yesterday about the length of Deb Robson’s blog post. I have atoned, I hope, by ordering her book (from amazon.com – it doesn’t seem to be available here). She was, indeed, interesting on the subject of the shape of Shetland sheep tails.

Thanks for the help about Evernote, Mary Lou. I think I need to get Archie here for a weekend to upgrade the operating system on my iPad.  I think I’ve got an iPad 2 – I can’t look on the back to see because it’s wedged into a leatherette case. I don’t have a red light in my Settings panel. Alexander has a word game which he wants to play competitively with me. That, too, needs at least OS 5 so I have a double incentive.

Knitting

Today should see the first sleeve of the Relax finished. Then will come an interesting try-on. I hope to approach tomorrow in a sufficiently leisurely style to take a picture of it (and of the beautiful Pakokku sock yarn). The sleeve, knit more tightly than the body, actually looks a slightly different colour. Or at least, shade. Not unattractive.

Technology

We’re getting on fine with the controls to cable television. My husband wanted to watch the Archbishop of Canterbury being installed yesterday, but the BBC2 broadcast didn’t seem to be available in Scotland. Our new TiVo box has a search function. I laboriously typed in “Canterbury”, mobile-phone fashion, and there it was – on BBC HD.

And my husband continues to fare well with his Toshiba. His text vanished only twice yesterday in favour of a blank screen. Once, the text and the blank page turned out to be in separate windows. The other time, it was gone. How can that happen, without the program asking him if he wants to save? But at least it was still available on the list and could be re-loaded.

We’ll take the machine along to Loch Fyne for the Easter weekend. Alexander and Ketki have a wonderful long kitchen table at which all of life takes place, and a warm house permeated by wi-fi. My husband can learn to surf.