Not a good day.

 

1  1.   The cruise has been cancelled. I don’t know exactly why, yet. The boss wrote to us all today – phone calls promised soon. Rachel says that it’s because Nicola (our leader) said yesterday that one shouldn’t travel outside the range of one’s health authority unless it was essential. Anyway, it’s up to the Majestic Line to decide, not me. The boss is clearly very cross at Nicola. My beautiful, expensive clothes arrived today from Toast (British readers will know). I don’t suppose I can send them back with a note to say that my cruise has been cancelled?

2  2.   Baby Hamish and his mother Christina are in hospital. I don’t think it’s terribly serious, just terribly uncomfortable. He’s got a cold (not the virus) and is stuffed up and can’t breathe and is still entirely breast-fed. A bad night was had by all, last night, but I think things are better today. And it’s good to know that the NHS still has time and strength and space for non-covid cases.

3  3.   My sourdough loaf turned out rather flat and cannon-ball like (if cannon-balls were flat), my least successful to date.

4  4.   I thought there was something else, but perhaps not. And at least I don’t have to worry about my cats. I lay in bed this morning doing just that.

 

So, not much knitting. All day I felt that I was owed a treat, but couldn’t think of an appropriate one to bestow upon myself. C. says that when things settle down we will have a gala lunch or supper and wear our cruise clothes. And I do feel less guilty than usual about un-done Italian as the weekend lesson approaches.

 

The “Alterknit” books have arrived – not, so far the one with cables. I feel pretty sure that they are indeed related to the remembered book I mentioned yesterday – but, indeed, I can’t find it. The general idea is bright colours, basic shapes, and wonderful, inventive “Fair Isle” motifs.