Little to report. Evening knitting was interrupted by the welcome arrival of the Waitrose order, and I'm pretty sure I didn't resume in the right place. Not a disaster, just another imperfection. No Carol Sunday, no Archie. Our soap opera has gone off until some time in the new year, taking with it a peaceful half-hour of knitting. This time of year is hard to bear.
The Financial Times – we read it on Saturday – has an occasional big glossy supplement called How to Spend It, full of pictures of improbably expensive things. It reaches new heights at this gloomy season. Is anybody really that rich?
Yesterday's issue has a knitwear section. Does anybody really go out dressed like that? I mention it because snug-fitting is not in evidence at all. Ease is everywhere. I was particularly struck by a simple-looking sweater in a very heavyweight-looking cashmere yarn for “about £2800”. Except perhaps for the big collar – just as you said in yesterday's comment, Jane -- you or I could knock it out in a weekend. At The Row, if you're interested.
Google Chrome now loads without Google's opening page. Is that a response to the EU demand for “unbundling”? Or just this endlessly irritating computer finding another way to slow me down and infuriate?
One of the most persistent of the pop-ups is purportedly from Adobe Flash, wanting to update the version it says I've got. Do you think they'd let me alone if I went ahead and did it? It's hard to see how things could be worse.
I have ambitious plans for Getting Things Done today. I'll feel briefly better if I succeed.