“Bloody Ploughman”, Mary Lou?  I’m completely baffled.

 

Very weak today. No knitting. I had a nice Zoom with my sister and her husband in DC, much concerned with the election, of course; confident that Biden will win. They are cheerfully resigned to celebrating both Thanksgiving and Christmas virtually with their son (their only child) and his family. I still cling to some hope for Christmas. I regard myself as occupying a “bubble” with Greek Helen and her family. (It sounds as if you don’t have “bubbles” so much in America.) Although there are grounds for concern: Fergus is a student (Bristol) and Mungo is working in London and David, if he gets there, will have flown back from Thessaloniki only the day before. I might be wiser to spend the day alone.

But if that happens, I would prefer to be completely alone. No Zooming, that day.

 

There’s time for knitting tonight, and there’s also Italian homework to do. But I think I’ll just go to bed.

 

Reading

 

You are doing well to have a pile of books waiting and murmuring, Kirsten. I am living from hand-to-mouth, and we all need comfort.  But I’m enjoying “Cranford”. I spoke to Rachel today – she says she won a prize when she was in the Sixth Form, and my husband advised her to choose Cranford. She’s still got it, of course, suitably inscribed, but has never read it. I think she’d enjoy it a lot. But how did my husband know about it? He wasn’t much of a novel-reader, except for our bedtime books; and I’m sure we never did Cranford.