We had a beautiful spring day today – March, in fact, often comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion, contrary to its reputation. Helen and I got across the road and into the garden, but not much further. I have trouble with my left hip; it was much sorer than usual today. So we limped home.

 

I receive almost daily communications from the Harvard Medical School recommending that I buy one or other of their “courses” on various physical problems. Today it was knees and hips, so I bit. I wasn’t impressed. First of all, they asked for a zip code along with my credit card details. Why on earth? I had already supplied a terrestrial address which made it clear that I lived in a country other than the USofA. I finally gave up on that one and supplied my sister’s zip code, with which they were perfectly happy. And secondly, the “course” itself was singularly lacking in helpful suggestions about painful hips. Swimming was recommended.

 

Wordle in four. I watched a Fruity Knitting in which I wasn’t very interested because a lot of it was about embroidery – but it was perfect to knit to, because I didn’t need to look at it much, and I got quite a bit done.

 

I thought a bit about what to knit next – something for the baby wee Hamish will be the big brother of in August. If the sex is known, Christina and Manaba will keep it to themselves. I went to the Schoolhouse Press for inspiration, and found the answer as soon as I walked in the virtual door: a baby surprise. I haven’t knit one of those for a long time, and it’s very good fun. And of course a brilliant stash-buster. Do I want Cully Swansen’s book “A Perfect Surprise”?  It’s rather expensive, but… I was interested to learn – I must already have known and forgotten – that it was for him that the very first one was knitted, by his grandmother EZ.