I heard from the PO as hoped, paid the charge (you don’t want to know), arranged delivery for today, and now can only sit here breathless, waiting for my madelinetosh yarn. I don’t dare go across the square to get the newspaper. They’re just waiting around the corner for the chance to put one of those Dread Cards through the letterbox.

I can while away the time watching the tennis. I am a great Andy Murray fan, unlike anyone else I know. If he wins this morning (Djokovic) he’ll win the tournament, I think – but that’s about as big as “if’s” get.

Tomorrow our niece and I are going for a walk, as we occasionally do. This is a more ambitious one than usual, in Devilla Forest near Kincardine. (TERRAIN: track & path; HEIGHT: negligible – that’s the kind of walk I like.) We will see a standing stone marking the site of the Battle of Bordie in 1038, when King Duncan and Macbeth defeated the Danes. When I read that I wondered for a moment if that was the battle at the beginning of the play – would we be able to find the ashes from the witches’ bonfire? But no – Shakespeare says that battle was at Forres, against Noroway.

If we get lost, as is all too likely since the forest is criss-crossed with paths and neither of us is very bright, we can find ourselves by walking south. That will eventually bring us out on the main road on which we arrived. We could probably do that by remembering that the sun is in the southern sky, but I also recalled that there is a way to use one’s watch as a crude compass. I looked it up on Google – how did we live? before Google – and today mean to practice, since I know how Edinburgh is oriented. I may have acquired a Survival Skill.

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Stuffed pig’s stomach sounds just like haggis, Charlotte.

It’s the “Moor” colorway which my husband finds “outré” for a gent’s sock, Mary Lou. We had feared that “Anthracite” would be too blue – he doesn’t like blue – but it’s fine. I’d knit “Sizzle” for a female, so he wouldn’t be called on to judge it. I am steaming away down the foot, and should finish a ball of yarn today – that always feels like progress.

I bought only two 50 gram balls this time. That’s not enough, I knew it wasn’t.  I’ll  finish off with something from the odd-ball bag. “Anthracite”, in this case, will do nicely. The demarcation comes well down within the shoe. It has proved acceptable in the past to do this, and it reduces the cost of the socks quite a bit.

Here’s today’s oddity from Zite, stash haus. I’m glad you like them.

I got spammed today -- it doesn't often happen. All comments on posts older than a fortnight are automatically presented to me for moderation -- they are 99% spam. Comments on new posts go through Blogger's system, which is pretty good at spotting junk. But today I got seven or eight long identical junk-comments from India on recent posts of mine, I had to delete them one by one. I hope I've got them all. Boring and -- as far as I could see -- pointless, rather than malicious or obscene.