Absolutely nothing to report. I didn’t even knit, yesterday. This will probably be brief.
Lou, how I envy you that cruise! My idea of heaven would be a cruise to Lerwick, the Faroes, and Iceland — with Franklin teaching anything he was interested in.
Zite produced what seemed, at first, an interesting item about some ladies who have knit models of buildings in central Braintree. I don’t know where that is. On inspection, less interesting. Models were made of the buildings — out of what, I cannot get the computer to remind me this morning — and the ladies just knit little bits to stick on. The source is the Braintree and Withan Times, if you can get it to load.
Medical and Other
My husband is very much better, frustrated at continued incarceration. All the advice I am getting is to stick it out, wait until the promised “care package” is in place. All except one, a neighbour whose elderly mother died a few years ago. She wishes she had got her mother out with private care, instead of waiting.
And I’m reasonably well. I’ve lost about half a stone, a reasonable Lenten quota, after only four weeks of the teetotal life. I am thinking of allowing myself the two units a day which the leaflets say I can safely imbibe. Half a bottle of Weston’s Vintage Cider with my supper might improve appetite. I'll ask the nurse what she thinks.
We're having a crisis this morning involving Greek Helen's flat on Windsor Street and the need to remove a van-load of old furniture to the tip this morning before a van-load of new furniture arrives at mid-day. The previous arrangement fell through last night.
How totally refreshing to be even on the periphery of a non-medical crisis!