Everything went well – easy-peasy, in fact. A doddle. One very good thing about Covid, at least in Edinburgh, is that hospital appts are kept on time instead of 45 minutes later. And there was no air-enema (see yesterday) – it was all perfectly comfortable. Then we came home and I started eating FOOD. The best was a salad from my salad machine: two, in fact. I went back and cut it nearly to the ground to use up the last bit of dressing in the bowl.

 

Kirsten (comment Monday): that sounds like a wonderful use for good olive oil. Presumably you would use good bread, too, not white plastic? Interestingly, there was an article in the Times this morning about the delights of sliced white plastic bread. It certainly helped me through my ordeal.

 

I haven’t done any knitting today, and don’t think I’ll try. Some more FOOD, perhaps cheese, and off to bed. Life can edge back towards normal tomorrow.  

 

Helen’s youngest son Fergus has been here this week to take the driving test. Alas, he failed, for hesitating too much when entering a roundabout. He flew back down to Bristol yesterday, where he attends university, and sat next to the captain of the Scotland rugby team on the flight. Why is he fleeing Edinburgh 10 days before the Calcutta Cup? But I looked him up and discovered that he plays for Exeter when he isn’t needed for international matches, and that fits geographically with a flight in the direction of Bristol. Stuart Hogg.

 

Helen (who came with me for this morning’s adventure) says that she has ruined her Kate Davies “Evendoon” sweater by machine-washing it. She thinks it might have been all right on the wool cycle, but she washed it more strenuously, relying on the fact that the temperature was low. She’s very fond of that sweater, and I am very tempted to whip up another one right away. It is (a) colourful and (b) very easy. It would be ridiculous, with so much yarn already in the house, but still…