Perdita has chewed through the charger wire of my iPad, so I must leave you in a moment and rush up to John Lewis in the hope of replacing it. That's the sort of thing you expect of a puppy. She likes chewing on wires — Helen’s boys keep warning me about it — but I didn’t think she could do any damage. I, of all people, shouldn’t have underestimated those sharp little teeth.

I have watched Franklin’s first lesson. With almost all of my Craftsy classes, I drift through, watching but not doing. This time, I will do at least half the homework before going on to Lesson Two — specifically, I will assemble a Chaos Basket today of yarns of different colours but the same weight, 12 to 15 of them. And print out the class materials.

So meanwhile I have started watching Portuguese knitting. She said more or less straight away that the Greeks knit like that, just as I reported yesterday. I am very hopeful that this system is going to be the making of me.

I also gave some thought to replacing my poor husband’s lost sweater. WEBS didn’t seem to have the madelinetosh shade I wanted in DK — did I look thoroughly? — so I went to Jimmy Bean. There it is, Georgia O’Keeffe, but on a computer screen the colour looked distinctly blue. It used to be green. My husband is particularly anti-blue.

If he wants green, we can have Tannenbaum, the same sort of thing as the old sweater but perhaps slightly lighter. And I rather fancy Woodstock, striking out in a new direction, a symphony of browns. If any of you have any recent experience of any of these shades, including Georgia O’Keeffe, I’d be grateful for comments. 

Now I’ll go to John Lewis….

…..Success! although it didn’t come cheap.

These days, I take the iPad to bed with me and use an extension cord to make re-charging available at all times so that I can go on  watching Craftsy or reading. I will have to stop doing that (or stop sleeping with the kitten). And she will have to be kept out of the computer room except under supervision.

She is already forbidden the sitting room, and when she does succeed in wriggling past my ankles and getting in there, she makes straight for the naughtiest thing she can do, seizing a ball of yarn and running with it, or kneading the Fantoosh with her sharp little claws. 

Soon I fear there won’t be a room in the house left for her except perhaps the kitchen.

Helen and her family were here briefly yesterday. She was delighted with the too-small Fair Isle and may keep it to wear herself.