I’m making sourdough to take to Kirkmichael on Tuesday. All is going well, I think. The final shaping and overnight refrigeration remain to be done.

I’ve mislaid my watch. It is of the cheapest, and of no sentimental value, with an honest Arabic face and accurate to a degree that one would have had to pay big bucks for, in my youth. Where could it be? I am distressed.

C. came this morning and we got around the garden twice. Then came virtual coffee among fellow non-Mass-goers. The man who organises it all, and is in charge of Zoom, has asked me to knit him a hat with the Orkney flag. He encloses a sketch, and I think I could do it. I’ll certainly try. I’m terribly pleased to be asked.

Meanwhile the MKAL progresses. I’m doing the next band of stripes, and I agree with you, KayT, that the stripes are the element I mostly dislike. I hope I’ll do a few more this evening, though.

Life

I was delighted by your email, Cynthia, with the link to the old “Woman of No Importance”, and decided to watch it right then, although that meant staying up beyond my bedtime. Alas, it is not available in “your country”. I went to the BBC website and got the same message. It’s good to know that a copy exists, anyway. I tried to reply to your comment but, as happens to so many of us, my words evaporated.

Sarah, this whole “Talking Heads” enterprise is very gloomy – but I think “Woman of No Importance”, if we could but watch it, would perhaps lift the mood slightly. None of the characters are bad people.