All well. Sorry about yesterday. I felt indescribably feeble. No knitting, no blog. But I got around the garden, with Archie; and again this morning, with Helen. And the second Evendoon sleeve is progressing well. I’d like to finish it (the sleeve, at least) before embarking on the baby hap – the yarn still isn’t here, but should be, any moment now. The Evendoon, even with two sleeves, will need a neck edging as well as finishing-finishing. We shall see.

 

Covid

 

Thank you for your comfort. I’m sure, really, that they won’t forget me…

 

The radio seemed to suggest yesterday that Scotland will run out of vaccine once it has finished doing care home residents and staff, who are quite properly second. First were NHS staff – wee Hamish’s father Manaba, who works for the NHS, has had his, with no discomfort to speak of. I can wait. I’d really prefer Oxford/AstraZeneca anyway. (I didn’t get a reminder this year to come in for my flu vaccine. But that could be because the NHS is one step ahead of me. I got the injection, early on, from my nearest chemist (=drugstore); and they probably told the doctor.)

 

Reading

 

“The Honourable Schoolboy” is slightly hard work, which is just what’s wanted. I don’t think I’ve read it before. There was a list in the Times yesterday of Le Carre’s “ten best” which didn’t even mention “Little Drummer Girl”. There aren’t many authors to whom that could happen. Like Trollope without “Barchester Towers”, at least in my opinion. There was a leader (=editorial) that same day, which did mention it. I think perhaps I’ll re-read it, when I finish this one.