Little or nothing to report. No knitting. I don’t feel very sprightly (so much for total alcoholic abstinence during Lent) – I plan to go see our dr tomorrow. That’s likely to involve a long wait which should advance Archie’s socks a bit.

The weather has been ghastly. Snowing, or at least sleeting, for much of the day.

I have everything straightened out about my cruise – that’s a comfort. I booked it just after my husband died. He was a bad sailor, and had a particular abhorrence for a situation in which he would be forced into a group of strangers to whom he was expected to be pleasant.

I got a receipt from WorldPay for the down payment, but no welcoming message from the Majestic Line. I wrote to them; they said, maybe it’s in your junk pile. All too likely. But I never did anything more about it, and have been quietly worrying ever since. So it’s nice to have everything clear. I am tempted to gamble on a long life and book another for next summer, while I can still get a single.

Kate Davies has written an interesting blog post about finishing work on the West Highland Way project. She says she has “crashed really very badly this time”. I am sort of surprised that there seems to be no concern in her Ravelry group. Alexander and his family live, more or less, on the other side of Loch Lomond: he has been trying to persuade his sons to do the whole Walk with him. I'll show them the book when  get it.

The final pattern, for a shawl, is interestingly constructed. I might come back to that one.

Andrea herself has started a thread in the Fruity Knitting Ravelry group about the therapeutic benefits of knitting. I will watch it with interest. And perhaps contribute my pennyworth, slightly off-topic: what a blessing it must have been, during the 20^th century wars, for old women like me to be able to do something genuinely useful.