Thanks for comments. I should have thought of knitting-back-backwards. Cam, (comment yesterday) your discovery of it at the age of seven is indeed impressive, as I am glad to hear your aunts acknowledged. I have never progressed very far with it.
I’ve had a jolly Laetare Sunday, but, perhaps predictably, not a very productive one. And there’s a long way to go.
I hope I’ll be back in the saddle tomorrow.
We watched the 1950’s film of The Importance of Being Ernest at midday before sinking into a post-prandial stupor. It’s really rather good. It reminded me of how much I adored Joan Greenwood – Whiskey Galore/Tight Little Island, Kind Hearts and Coronets, and much else. In 1953-4, she appeared on the stage in NY in TS Eliot’s “Confidential Clerk” which I had seen during its first few days, in the Edinburgh Festival of 1953, not many months before.
I went to see it again, that winter, with DB, who, as far as I know, is still alive. I remember that during the interval/intermission, the women were grumbling: “I can’t understand a word she says”. And the men didn’t seem to mind that and were full of enthusiasm.