Wedding

We continue to be set fair. My husband approved of the idea of my going to the wedding as long as it didn't interfere with his release from hospital. And he liked the look of the Old Fogey underwear – patients don't have wi-fi in the Western General, but if I get an image on my iPad before I leave home, and don't let my husband poke at it, he can view a website.

I've tried on clothes, and have decided to wear the same thing I wore to last year's wedding. It would look better with fancy-schmancy shoes but I am not going to take those. They're uncomfortable, and if the weather is good – and the forecasts continue to be promising – we'll want to walk the half-mile from the pretty little church to the party in Alexander and Ketki's garden. I'll just have to contrive that none of the photographs include my feet.

I have a striped slub silk dress. I fell for the fabric in Liberty's long ago. I had it made for me by an actual dressmaker, a shirt-waister style. The stripes run vertically. It should be wonderful. It isn't, and never has been. It makes me look fat and matronly (even more than I am). It would be ridiculous to put it back in the wardrobe after this morning's try-on. What to do with it?

Knitting

I'll take my husband's sleeveless vest along to the wedding. I'm already worrying about whether I'll need to take an extra skein. And what if I reach the armholes? Should I also take such pattern notes as exist? In fact, I'll do very little knitting, I suspect, but it's really scary to think of running out.

I've heard from Loop, just as you predicted, Imke. My package was about to be dispatched late yesterday. It will require a signature. Our normal postie can recognise a package of yarn and knows to sign for me – but will she be on duty today? Will the package go through the letter box? I'll leave a note on the door and risk bad men. And the special-delivery package of old-fashioned underwear will also need a signature, and is also likely to arrive while I am at the hospital. Plenty to worry about.

I had seen that note about delay on the Loop website. I took it to mean that they were terribly busy dispatching the book. I'm afraid I assumed (wrongly) that yarn was in a separate, special category and would be dispatched swiftly as usual.

Cat

Perdita behaved well at the vet's. Her name is spelled “Purrdator” on her medical records, which seems rather appropriate for so fierce an animal. Her carer came round yesterday evening and took some pictures. Here she is with her scratching board, a present from the carer: