Alas! that we couldn’t all have met at Franklin’s yard sale!

 

I’m sorry about letting you down yesterday. I can’t remember quite what was wrong – I was feeble (of course), and didn’t feel well. I cancelled this morning’s Italian lesson – it had been moved to Monday because my tutor was away for the Ferragosto. The next two are automatically cancelled because of the cruise and I feel slightly as I used to at the beginning of the school holidays. I’m feeling slightly sprightlier today as well. But I must still finished and send her my little essay on Il Colibri’.

 

Helen came and cleaned up after me somewhat (still no Romanians). Archie is home but in quarantine because of only having been vaccinated once. I walked part-way around the garden by myself. 1645 steps. Could be worse. Could be a good deal better.

I spent much of this afternoon (not really) sewing a vital cuff button on a shirt which is essential for the cruise. I'm very clumsy when it comes to buttons, and to sewing in general. So that's something done.

 

I’ve made some progress with that sock – I'm half-way through the heel-flap. I should have enough of it done to leave it behind when I go cruising and take along the new preposterous Kate Davies kit instead. I’ve heard that it’s on its way – she’s very prompt. I’ve found a needle for it, I think. The knitting tool which I find hardest to keep hold of is my needle gauge, and sure enough, today, could find only a vastly inferior one. However, I think I’ve got a suitable needle and since we start with corrugated rib, I don’t really think I’ll want a smaller gauge for that.

 

The pattern has miraculously turned up in my Ravelry library so I can knit from the iPad. The printer defeats me these days.