It has been a reasonably productive day, although that bind-off still isn’t finished. Archie came and we got some things done – a form I had to fill out, and the longer I put it off the harder it was to pick it up, but now it's done; I sent him out to do some shopping and pay a cheque into the bank (I must master the modern trick of doing that with a mobile telephone); the recycling is tidied and out; and we did a circuit of the garden. Not a bad morning.

 

And this afternoon I have written a little account in Italian of Fergus’ recent adventures and sent it off to my tutor in preparation for tomorrow’s lesson.

 

James and Cathy are coming tomorrow, for the weekend. I don’t think I’ve seen them since the Isle of Wight wedding last summer, back there in that different world. I’m all of a twitter, but in fact all is in order. As much as it ever is.

 

I’m enjoying the Democratic Convention, in a mild sort of way, although not tempted to get out of bed and watch any of it “live”, not that any of it is live. I’ll probably do that for the debates, as I did four years ago. My husband must have been in hospital. I almost didn’t recognise Hillary. I thought Michelle hit the ball out of the park on Day One.

 

I can’t think of a thing to tell you about knitting.