Here's where the horrors begin – Tuesday.
I saw the film people yesterday. They wanted to import an old boy called Harry and film him in our kitchen in the afternoon. I said no: my husband spends much of the morning having breakfast in there, and a good part of the early afternoon having lunch. I don't know why Harry can't be done in his own place, like me, but in any case I have refused to have him.
We are said to be getting a huge fee for this -- one for appearing,another for providing a location. My husband can have his iPad Mini and I the Tokyo shawl. I just want it to be over.
That leaves the hospital appt to worry about. An energetic friend came around yesterday determined to straighten out our wi-fi extender. The iPad could see it, but couldn't use it. It kept saying that I was entering the wrong password, which proved to be a lie, or at least a false hare. She dealt with that, fairly briskly, so now we have wi-fi over a substantially larger fraction of the house.
The iPad froze again this morning, while I was looking at my mail. I rebooted without difficulty – but I feel it shouldn't keep doing this. The lost one never did, in 2 ½ years.
She offered to phone the hospital and deal with them and I sort of wish I had let her. I'll have to ring them back this morning in the intervals from my film duties. The appt is for 9:45 tomorrow and the hospital is not more than 15 minutes drive away. My anxiety will sound absurd to them, and to you. My husband has never been any good at getting started in the morning. His career as a university teacher was kind to him in that respect. He is now very old, very slow, and, of course, diabetic. He can't just skip the morning insulin routine, and having done that, he can't skip eating.
I'll have to tell them this, and perhaps plead my own misery as well
But I had a nice time thinking about Sous Sous. Sizing is difficult to judge, as the pattern implies. It comes in three sizes and I have chosen the middle one – but will order an extra skein, giving me enough yarn for the largest. Loop is out-of-stock for a lot of the delicious shades they list, and have only one or two skeins of a lot of others, but they still seem better stocked than other UK suppliers, and I think I have chosen my shade. It's called Thyme.
But maybe I'll have a wee look at the American suppliers before I take the plunge.
Archie's sleeve continues well. Two more sessions – maybe one – should finish off the decreases.
And Lent is moving along all right, too. Quite apart from the increase in holiness, I feel somewhat more sprightly, and I lose weight, in a teetotal regime. Last year, at an equivalent stage, I was a whole five pounds lighter than I am now: a great incentive to press forward with determination.
If we go to the hospital tomorrow, I won't try to blog. But maybe we won't.