Onwards, I guess. The stitch count for the centre of Gudrun’s hap is now somewhere in the 80’s, and the rows undoubtedly go faster. The fourth ball of yarn has been joined in, and should be enough to finish the central square. I don’t think I’ve assigned the square enough points in the sidebar – that just means that things will go faster over there later on.

My dear friend G. came round today and persuaded me – without much difficulty -- to buy a new iPad. Archie went up to John Lewis and procured it. The old one is in a semi-usable state. I can give it to someone willing to bear the expense of a new screen. It must be about 4 ½ years old. We’ve got everything transferred to the new iPad. Some things, especially the Kindle app,  feel rather odd, but I’ll get used to it.

Thank you for your help with the Spring Shawl. Jenny, no, I didn’t take the shawl out of the house to show Maureen. She came here. Stella, I had your idea only today, about the drawers of that chest. But again, no. The drawers are empty – my husband fretted about whether the chest was strong enough for the weight of clutter I was consigning to it, and everything has been moved elsewhere.

I hadn’t thought the matter serious enough for St Anthony, but I’m beginning to wonder. He found our dear cat once, whom we had lost in Blairgowrie on a cold winter’s night. Long story. Helen and I went back to Blairgowrie the next morning in the dark  (Kirkmichael is about 12 miles away) – and renewed the search. Helen found her, in the Bank of Scotland car park. Her cry of joy still rings in my ears. The next night it snowed and snowed and snowed – it would have been impossible to drive those 12 miles.

We put an ad in the next issue of the Blairgowrie Advertiser – Grateful thanks to St Anthony for finding our beloved cat.

Deprived of my Kindle for the moment, I started re-reading “Emma”, my least-favourite Austen. There are some good bits, though.