What was the name of that famous Italian movie (Marcello Mastroianni was in it, but that scarcely helps to narrow the field) which begins with a scene of a helicopter over
a statue of Jesus suspended below it? Prophetic of yesterday. Rome
33 cm of the Relax done --38 required before next excitement. Still a couple of mindless evenings in hand.
I am reading the first one, inspired by Shandy. It’s terribly good, but hard work – the cast is huge, very skilfully presented on Elizabeth Jane Howard’s part but still requiring some effort from the reader. Just when you think you’ve got the large family and their servants more or less straight, in comes Edward’s wife’s sister with a husband and three children to be added to one’s mental juggling act.
I don’t dare stop reading for a day.
It is being serialized on BBC radio at the moment – Rachel rang up in great excitement the other day to say that the actress-daughter of an old friend from our
days is in it. Flora Spencer-Longhurst: she’s Polly. She is also currently in a musical called
“Once” in Birmingham ,
I have since learned from her father. It was big in NY, without Flora. It will soon move to Dublin where it hopes to stay for a year. London
Greek Helen and her sons and I saw Flora in a two-hander called “Wonderland” at the Festival a couple of years ago. Helen said that day that she thought that Flora would make it big. Maybe this is her year.
Here is a picture of her taken in 1985. The sweater is the Round-Neck Patchwork Jersey from Pam Dawson’s “Knitting Fashion”, part of the backbone of my knitting library. I knit it several times – you can vary the patches, obviously.
Odds and Ends
Kate Davies said the other day (February 25 – you’ve got to scroll down) that she has been included in book introducing English-speaking knitting designers to Japanese knitters. She rightly says that what we need is a reciprocal book in English about Japanese knitting – designers and their work, how a Japanese pattern works. She thinks this might be just the job for Kyoko over at Cotton and Cloud. It’s a brilliant idea.
As if I didn’t have enough machines to worry about, the television has been acting up recently. It, and the video recorder, are relatively recent purchases, plugged into an antique aerial whose antennae (if that is the word) are located high above us. I think the trouble is there: the picture stutters and blacks out briefly and there are messages saying “poor signal” or “no signal”. Some channels (BBC 1) are worse than others, and we have lost ITV3 altogether, a favourite for us oldies.
I am thinking of subscribing to cable, but a look at the Virgin website, and the realisation that I would have to master the TiVo box, terrifies me. Rachel has got it, and we have to ask for help if we want to turn on the television in her house.