A better day, in some respects. I started out this morning by making a simple list – I wrote it down – of three things to get done today. And I did them. I will try to continue the practice. One of them was to apply to Virgin East Coast for a refund of some or all of my fare for the strenuous journey north on Monday. To Mr. Branson’s credit, there were frequent announcements telling us that one was due, and how to apply.

Knitting progresses, but I haven’t yet finished another band in Miss Rachel’s Yoke. I am somewhat distressed at how little I seem to manage these days. Would it be wiser to choose a humble Shetland hap for the next great-grandchild, rather than trying to replicate Mrs Hunter of Unst’s somewhat more complicated pattern?

Stella, thank you, thank you (comment yesterday) for reminding me of the yarn in which I knit Mrs Hunter’s shawl for Orla. You have saved me valuable time. I incline in that direction. I keep feeling that any moment now I will recover a tremendous amount of oomph and knit for three hours a day. I think the answer really is that when my husband was alive, I sat with him for several hours a day watching television and, of course, knitting. Now I slump about doing nothing much.

I continue to stalk poor Susan Crawford. Her tweets suggest that she is feeling well, and getting things done, now that her cancer treatment is finished. Unfortunately, from my point of view, the things she seems to be getting done are not connected with the Vintage Shetland Project.

This month, November, is the second anniversary of the originally-promised publication date. There is a recent note from her on Ravelry to say that there will be an “update” in 2-3 weeks’ time with news of yet another publication date – we’ve had several, since November 2015.

Sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti

in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.

Sorry. It means, I’ll believe it when I see it.