I’m sorry to have left you in the lurch yesterday. I felt feeble – even more feeble than usual – on Saturday evening. Stomach trouble threatened but never actually arrived. Not much better yesterday – no walk. But I’m pretty well restored today. 2215 steps – the total has leapt up implausibly in the last few minutes, but overall would seem to match my day: I got around the garden, cooked lunch, have been padding about the house putting away a grocery delivery.

 

We’ve had another beautiful day, sunny with just the slightest, most delicious hint of cool. It sounds as if the rest of the UK is having a dreadful summer, but we’re doing fine here on the east coast of Scotland.

 

I really must get back to some knitting, if only to justify the name of the blog.

 

Comments

 

Thank you for them all, as always. I must track down Sayers on the Prodigal Son. I’m a great fan of hers, but I doubt if her take on that story will be mine – I sympathise with the elder brother. This is a parable, of course: the story was Jesus’ for the telling, and could have gone in any direction. It comes in a little bunch of parables about the lost being found: the shepherd who lost a sheep, the woman who lost a coin. So the elder brother needn’t have been there at all. I’d better go ahead and unload my thots on the subject for you tomorrow.

 

Shandy, thank you for the suggestion of “Trans” by Helen Joyce. I missed that one, in the Times. The Kindle edition is a wee bit on the expensive side, so I haven’t ordered it yet, but it’s on the list. I’m actually reading “Cristo si e’ fermato a Eboli” by Carlo Levi, which I think I read before, many years ago. As so often, in such cases, it feels completely unfamiliar.