La fete des morts

Again, there is little or nothing to report. Again, no knitting. No bath, either – the water wasn’t hot. It’s always hot, but we’ve been fiddling with the controls lately, trying to turn the central heating on. I think I’ve put it right – I must check before I go to bed. The boiler controls are every bit as bad as the ones for my new microwave.

 

The trouble with that is, it isn’t just a microwave. It’s also a convection oven (whatever that means) and an air fryer. I don’t think – from various comments here and there – that it’s desperately good at either of those two latter functions, but its party trick is that it can combine all three, as needed. I have been pursuing videos on YouTube, and have learned a little. The trouble is, the presenters either understand every button and function but haven’t really time to explain; or they are taking it out of the box for the first time and plugging it in and smiling, and don’t know any more than I do.

 

Chloe, I’ve heard from several sources that a microwave can be brilliant for vegetables. I think maybe I need some microwave-type containers with lids.

 

The cheetah kittens are three weeks old today. Their little legs are doing better at holding them up but they still can’t frolic about. This fourth week should make a big difference in that respect. Their spots are becoming more conspicuous under their mouse-fur.

 

William and Catherine, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, who will one day be King and Queen, travelled to Glasgow by train for the jamboree, and have been going about doing public appearances in an electric car. That shows a proper respect for the topic, anyway. Biden arrived in three jumbo jets (one of them being Air Force One). But I don’t know whether the other two were for transporting limousines, or whether that was extra. Beverly (comment Sunday), I don’t think anybody needs that much protection.