17079 steps yesterday – four times my usual total! We walked half of the Pencaitland Railway Walk, doing about seven miles in all. We’ll have to do something more challenging next time. A walk isn't a walk without the potential for taking a wrong turning. The railway existed mostly for getting coal to market – we saw stones marking the demise of at least six pits along the way. Nothing to do with Mrs Thatcher – they closed in the 50’s or 60’s, some earlier.

I was flagging at the end, and am stiff this morning – but I did it. All those expended calories had no effect whatsoever on this morning’s weigh-in. Patience, patience.

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Dawn, I should have thanked you yesterday for your most kind offer to translate the Veenstra introduction. Will the book open far enough to allow legible copying? I won’t take you up on it yet, life is too frot with little tasks. But I will keep your offer on mental file, for the weeks when the light begins to come back. It goes on for several pages, I must warn you.

Patience has guessed what my Sensible Christmas Project is going to be, from the ad on p. 77 of the new IK. The extraordinary thing is, if you go to the advertised website and click through to the item specifically advertised, what do you find? Top of the list? Out of alphabetical sequence? This must be kismet. Maybe Camas Creek is in….

Non-knit

Life gets exciting today. Alexander and his family are planning to call in at midday, making a loop on their way to Murrayfield. They are ardent rugby followers. Their team is Glasgow Warriors, who do well. But they also, often, come over here to watch the national team. The Little Boys have never seen Scotland win, and I don’t think they’re going to break their duck today.

Archie was meant to be here too. He’s having an exeat – a long weekend – planned for spending with his other grandmother. But he was ill on Friday morning, and cancelled the trip south. He was perfectly fine, he said, when he phoned here on Friday afternoon, and we made plans for his spending today with us. However, the same pattern recurred yesterday (undulant flu?) and we can’t risk exposing my husband (88 on Tuesday, with bad lungs) to any unnecessary risk. That’s sad, both for Archie and for me.

It’s time I did something about replacing this slowcoach of a computer. I hope Archie will be well enough to meet me in John Lewis’s computer department tomorrow. The idea is to buy an external hard disk at the same time, which will be Archie’s once the data transfer is complete.

This afternoon Thomas-the-Elder and Lucy will arrive, the central figures in the Wedding of Twenty One Fourteen. And we’ll inspect the Princess shawl. I didn’t take any pictures yesterday, but if Lucy’s verdict is favourable, I’ll try to get one today with the shawl in her hands.

I probably won’t write tomorrow, as they’re staying the night.

Knitting

I did a bit more, yesterday evening. All went well.