It's bitter cold. I didn’t try walking. I feel very feeble. But otherwise it’s been a good day.

 

I got a fair amount of knitting done while watching Fruity Knitting’s interview with Kaffe this morning. Highly recommended. Andrea prepares brilliantly for an interview, and I think Kaffe appreciated it. I have been a fan of his for years and years, have many books, have heard him talk in person twice, once here in Edinburgh, once in Birmingham. But I learned a lot. Do I want to buy his new book, “Kaffe Fassett in the Studio”? Or “Dreaming in Colour”?  the autobiography on which, I think, Andrea relied.

 

 I think my Fassett-knitting days are behind me. I’ve done quite a few. Back in some decade or other, Rowan used to put them out as kits. They didn’t sell desperately well, and there were bargains to be had in the January sales. Alas, no longer.

 

Kirsten (comment yesterday), I don’t entirely understand why I can’t watch rubbish television and knit after supper, as I did for many years. It ought to be easier now. My husband always wanted his tea, at teatime, and its consumption meant that supper was often very late. Freed of that constraint, I eat early, if at all – but then just slide off to bed. Very feeble. We’ve got more of The Princes and the Press tonight, but I fear I will postpone it until tomorrow.