The universal remedy cured my computer – at least for the time being. I checked all the other connections last night, and this morning got down on my aged knees on the floor, found that the plug was tight in the socket, and tried turning the electricity off and then on again at the wall.

Yesterday’s big news is that another great-grandchild is on the way. Hellie and Matt, parents of Orla who already has a Polliwog, are expecting another child in September, sex as yet unknown.

This afternoon’s rugby – Wales beat us, but they didn’t make mincemeat of us – proved excellent for knitting and the hap is progressing nicely. I wish I could think of a way to estimate how far along I am – for my own sake, as well as that of the sidebar. The instructions are simply to knit until you have 597 stitches or until the wingspan measures 74 inches. Ten stitches are added every four rows.

I’ve now got more than 200 stitches. For a while I entertained the thought that I had therefore knit a third of the whole, but I’m not sure I believe it. Comments from mathematicians would be welcome.

I realise you never heard the latest instalment of the Foldlines story. Here are the three swatches:

The green one on the left was knit on a 3.75mm needle, the middle one on a 3.5, and the right-hand one on a 3.25. Or so I thought. I measured the needles on the metal gauge pictured, my fave, although I keep the plastic one handy, too, for days when I can’t find the other one. I have two pepper grinders in the kitchen, on the same principle.

And when I finished the third swatch, it was one of those days – and the plastic gauge said that I had used a 3.5 needle again. (When the metal gauge re-surfaced, it confirmed its earlier reading: 3.25.) The third swatch seems to be the same size as the second, justifying thereby the plastic gauge.

I will set the whole problem aside for the time being and, when the hap is finished, knit something for the new great-grandchild.