Again, little to report.
Except that my husband is safely home from hospital. He arrived at midday, unannounced and with a catheter. I had an anxious time – would the social services carer and the district nurses turn up at the end of the afternoon? That sort of thing is all supposed to be arranged by the hospital before release, but we have had glitches before, and the catheter made it scarier.
In fact, they did turn up, although later rather than earlier, thus contributing to further stress. Catheter management is pretty simple (as I thought it would be).
I did virtually no knitting. There were a few available moments at the very end, and I did maybe half a round on the sock. There must be a better way.
Today James will arrive to give his talk at Merchiston. A friend has valiantly offered to hold the fort here at that difficult time of day, so I can go both to the 5:30 feed beforehand and to the talk.
I probably won’t be back here tomorrow. Don’t worry.