I reluctantly put the Bridal Shawl away – even made a note on the pattern to say where I had got to. And resumed the Milano. I'll try to take a pic for you.

All is well. I might even finish the first sleeve today. I had forgotten that I have to finish the neck as well as the sleeves – pick up quite a few stitches, knit around for awhile to make a nice little stockinette roll. But I think it can all be accomplished in the fortnight I have sort of allowed myself.

I think I might read up on jogless joins today, if I've got a moment. I know that a trick exists for knitting stripes round and round without a visible jog where you change colours, but I've never employed it. 

Health

I couldn't get an appointment before Greek Helen's visit. I will see the dr three weeks from today. I'm sure I could have had an emergency appt sooner, and perhaps have switched drs, but I didn't want to do that. And the delay has its advantages – I've got time to get better or worse, and to find out what happens in Lent. I fear there will be nothing left for him to do but to refer me to a hospital to be prodded and not improved – but before he can do that, he has to decide what bit of me is primarily at fault.

We have arranged to go to Strathardle with our niece in early April, thus obviating my anxieties of being there alone with my husband now that he is so frail. Trouble is, at the moment I'm not sure I could manage the opening and closing of the house, even with her to hand. I'm weak and breathless. The news this morning says that there was an unusual display of the aurora last night, all over GB. It is sad to have missed it.

The closest I ever got was on an airplane New York > London, when the pilot said it was to be seen on the right-hand side of the plane. I was sitting on the left, in crowded economy.

Miscellaneous

There's not much in Zite this morning. There's an advertisement for Franklin's steek-and-zip class at some fortunate yarn shop: that's the one I'd love to take next. The world would open out if I could trust myself to put a zip in. The ad says that he writes regularly for PLY magazine – but, alas, you have to subscribe. It is good to be old enough to remember when he wrote exclusively for us at The Panopticon, but I think he's happier now.

There's a new post from Ella Gordon, a favourite blogger – she works for Jamieson & Smith in Lerwick. Gosh, I may even have spoken to her!

The worst of the pop-up ad plague (another unsolved problem, another head on the Hydra) is when I click on one thing and get something completely different. That happens a lot.