Another pleasant day, weather-wise. Helen has embarked on a strenuous move of boys and dog to Kirkmichael, then halfway back, to Perth, to teach mosaic-making, then the rest of the way back, to fetch David from the airport. Or something like that. I was invited to join them, but preferred a quiet (and warm) Easter with Mass-going and C.

 

I knit three scallops today – there are three to go. That means I need the next knitting PDQ, for Lizzie’s baby’s shawl (another great-grandchild). One of my problems is that I’d like to have a look at Amedro’s “Shetland Lace”, and it is, or ought to be, on a bottom shelf. I know it would be unwise to get down there to have a look myself. Is Daniella’s English up to searching for me? Maybe I’ll just have to take something from Jamieson and Smith’s generous offerings. One of the problems of arthritic old age which the books don’t mention.

 

The great thing about Amedro, as I remember her, is that she isn’t afraid of st st. Her square shawls are often, I think, knit round and round regardless. I’m certainly not going to embark on long purl rounds in lace-weight. I could always, of course, knit a shawl in st st even if the designer says not to.

 

But before all that, I have the blocking problem to solve for my current knitting. It’s going to be an exciting weekend.

 

There’s a nice picture about somewhere in cyber-space of an imam leading Ramadan prayers with a cat on his shoulder. Today I happened upon a brief clip – posted by Larry the Downing Street cat – of the cat climbing up the imam and taking its place there. They were clearly familiar with each other, and fond.

 

Wordle: A real toughie today. I was lucky not to break my winning streak. I was the class dunce, with six.  Alexander, Thomas, Theo and Roger all needed five. The star was not Mark, for once – he got four – but my daughter Rachel, with three. Ketki also had four. I think that’s everybody – Granddaughter Rachel seems to have dropped out.