I’ve been very low today. Low blood pressure? Why?  I felt faint, and even feared that my eyesight was darkening. It started in the night – one of the times I got up to pee, I found I was steadying myself on the wall, as well as using a stick. However, I didn’t faint, or even fall, and this evening I think I feel a bit better. There’s no Freecell, though. So much for teetotalism.

 

C. came. We didn’t attempt a walk. She brought me a loaf of plastic white bread, which is to form the basis of my colonography preparation on Tuesday and Wednesday. I ate some – it is truly delicious.

 

Tamar, I had your very thought about the neck of wee Hamish’s vest during the night (before I saw your comment) and today, put it into action. The hole is not quite big enough for me. I have a rather large head. I think I could have tugged it on, but then maybe I couldn’t have got it off again. I’ve unpicked half a dozen stitches on one of the shoulder seams – the one that terminates at the neck edge. The choice now is to leave it unbalanced, or to add a little button. I didn’t get much done, but I did make a start on tidying and securing the neck steek stitches.

 

And I discovered that Jamieson & Smith no longer sells the leg warmers as a kit – but they do still offer the pattern. I think I’d better just buy it.

 

I heard on the radio in the night that somewhere famous in South America – Rio De Janeiro itself, perhaps – has decided to postpone the Carnival until the end of April this year. It should, of course, build up to a dramatic climax on Shrove Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday. They occur, this year, during the first week of February. I was reminded of how I first learned that Covid 19 was seriously serious: it was when Venice –Venice – cancelled the Carnival in 2020.