Now the overhead light has gone in the room where I sit. I’ll have to move the computer – it’s a laptop – elsewhere until I can get Archie in with a new bulb. It’s possible to write by the light of the screen, but not pleasant.

 

My Christmas toy came. It’s a salad-growing machine. I set it up this morning and took some pictures of it for you but can’t figure out how to get them over here. I think the iPad (where the pictures are) has updated its software recently. So that, too, will have to wait for the visit of a grown-up. I have planted it with two kinds of lettuce, basil, and rocket (arugula). It is absurdly more expensive than buying those things in a supermarket, but I hope more fun. Its name is Veritable, if you want to look it up. It’s French. But avert your eyes from the price. Better than buying more yarn and not knitting it, I suppose.

 

And Tesco delivered still more food. The slot was 8-9 p.m.and they came at five past 8, so I got to bed in good time. Even Daniella is beginning to laugh at me for the quantities of food. I’ll take some smoked salmon to Loch Fyne and maybe can find a couple of other suitable things for them.

 

Tomorrow will have to be spent packing and resisting the temptation to skip the whole thing and crawl under the duvet with a cat. I’ve got to administer a Covid test to myself as well, and am nervous about that. About the discomfort, and about doing it right.

 

Thank you for all your Christmas greetings, The same to you, with knobs on. I suppose I’d better pack in blogging until some time next week. See you then, insh’Allah.