Scotland won. We beat Italy, in Rome. Italy is universally regarded – certainly, by me – as the easiest win, but even so, it doesn’t always happen. And it was worth it, to see Vern Cotter smile. Knitlass will understand.
I switched it on when I got back from the hospital, and there was Greig Laidlaw lining up a kick. (I thought Scotland would never have anyone who could kick again, when Gavin Hastings retired; and again, when Chris Paterson did. And now, look at us! The rest of the rugby world may be a bit disdainful of Scotland, but they all must envy us Greig Laidlaw.) He’s exactly like Perdita when she calculates a naughty leap to a forbidden height, shrewd eyes weighing the knowns and the unknowns and then getting it right.
My poor husband, instead of being delighted at the firm promise of release on Wednesday, is horrified (and cross) at having to wait so long. He doesn’t understand the interlocking problems at all – social services care; district nurses visiting us twice a day for insulin; a week’s supply of pills in a bubble-pack; a two-man ambulance for the journey home, as he will need to be carried up six steps from the street. And it’s all my fault.
I finished the Arne & Carlos socks while at the hospital, as expected – but I haven’t finished-finished them yet. I cast on a Knitcircus sock, in an alarming pink. In fact, as it progresses, not as alarming as it looked at first.
This first section is actually two pinks, one very emphatic, the other paler. The combination is much more attractive than the emphatic one, alone, would have been. Is that how the graduation will progress? as the paler pink comes more and more to the fore? Watch this space.
But today I must finish the Arne & Carlos socks, and, I would hope, make a bit of progress with the Tokyo shawl. That didn’t happen at all yesterday.
I am very grateful for your help with Lucy’s Shawl. I haven’t yet picked up the ball, but will today, I hope.