Progress, I guess. My hair looks more like Germaine Greer than Theresa May, but at least it’s shorter. The hairdresser I have been going to for years retired just before Easter and I have yet to settle into a new groove.

Thank you for your kind words about the Kirigami. Its success means that I must now think very seriously about madtosh in that shade I mentioned – can I remember? – for Foldlines. First I must reactivate my printer, print the pattern, and knit a swatch-square. The printer usually tells me when it needs new ink. This time it has just resorted to printing with utter, unreadable faintness. I’m sure it’s just a matter of my pressing some buttons.

I’m getting on well with Rachel’s sock, and may still finish it for her by tomorrow. I won’t appear here again until Sunday evening, and then only if I’m strong enough. I might even have some wedding pictures for you. Rachel and Ed won’t be here until late tomorrow, but lots of preliminary tidying needs to be done.

Shandy, yes, Bakka Knitwear is indeed interesting and beautiful. I wish they offered more patterns. I like, especially, the lozenge pattern amongst their heritage scarves. I suppose I could reconstruct it from the picture, if it’s not in any of my books.

Our storm yesterday was apparently named Ali, and seems to have been worse than I realized. I still think they might have cancelled the trains before they let Alexander get all the way here. He says there was a Frenchwoman on one of his westward-bound busses who had boarded at Edinburgh Airport thinking she was being taken to the city centre -- instead of to Glasgow. She will have had a worse day than he did, he rightly concluded.