France won. It was a thrilling match.
Tomorrow is Alexander’s sixty-somethingth birthday. I’m
sure I tell you every year that he was born in a Leap Year. If he had held out
for another 48 hours, as I very much hoped he would – his official “due date”
wasn’t until March 4 or 5, I think – he would only be 15 ¾, and we
could have named him Frederick, after the hero of Gilbert and Sullivan’s “Pirates
of Penzance”.
Not much knitting today. The m**hs have been in my new
colour and solutions would have been too fiddly to combine with the rugby. I’m still
doing the second pattern round of Old Shale in the centre of my hap. The end is
in sight, and the stitch count is pretty good. Each of the four sides works
separately, so to speak. So if something is off in one of them, it doesn’t mean
that there’ll be trouble in the next one.
Helen and David nipped up to Kirkmichael yesterday, to
confer with our neighbour about the state of our driveway which edges a field belonging
to them. It sounds as if all will be well. There is no way in or out of our
house except over their land. I increasingly feel as the years pass that the
solicitor who acted for us when we bought the house in 1964 should have ensured
that we had a legal right of way somewhere or other. It would have saved us a
lot of money and a lot of anguish in subsequent years. Newspapers are full almost
daily of heart-rending tales of people who wind up in court because they can’t
agree with their neighbours about driveways or trees or fences or Japanese
knotweed.
Wordle: five for me today, the class dunce. I moved
too fast. The starter words gave me three browns, a vowel and two consonants. I
typed in Jean-words for lines three and four, without meaning to. Line three
omitted one of the browns. Line four – really rather a good one, I thought –
had all the right letters, but two of them were in places I knew perfectly well
they weren’t allowed to occupy.
Threes and fours elsewhere, except for my daughter
Rachel who scored a brilliant two. Theo is back: he was one of the threes. He
slid in late yesterday – after I had marked him absent – with a five.
Is it too late to rectify the solicitor's error? Lack of legal access can end up in a mess, certainly. Sorry about the m**ths. That a good reminder for me to toss the bins when we get a nice day.
ReplyDeleteThe Yarn Harlot's treatment for moths is, if I recall correctly, to microwave each skein for 5 seconds, then freeze for three days, then remove and wrap in clear plastic and let warm up 3 days, then repeat just in case something hatched. The plastic is for containment.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the right of way. Is it too late to buy the access? It would add significantly to the value.
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