Happy Easter, all! (or what’s left of it) I’ve had a pretty good day – short on exercise, though. I must do better tomorrow.

This remains a very odd situation. My niece C. phoned today – she’s the one who has moved in with her pregnant daughter and son-in-law, slightly against the rules but I suspect to the benefit of all three. All four.The younger C. has a 38-week ante-natal appt tomorrow. Not long to go. They go out for invigorating walks, and Manaba, who is a brilliant and inventive cook, keeps surprising them with treats.

I’ve spoken to all of my children today, as well. All had lamb to eat (not me), and all sound well.

And the Virus Scarf moves forward, as the sidebar shows if I remember to do it.

I’ve watched the rest of last week’s Fruity Knitting. The natural dyer wasn’t quite as interesting as she might have been – her mother is the one who knows about plants. I marvel again, as I’ve said here before, at the Fair Isle knitters, and others, who discovered so much about natural dyes while leading such austere and difficult lives.

Reading

I’m moving forward happily with Roy, “The God of Small Things”. The Duchess of Cornwall (= Camilla) has published a list of books today which she recommends for lockdown reading. I agree with her about the few names on the list I recognise, so might think of attempting the rest.