I’m ready to start knitting again.

The difficulty has been the book with the pattern in it. I specified it to Helen, of course, when I was telling her what to bring from home, knowing that I would myself be proceeding directly from hospital to Cramond. She found it without difficulty but, mysteriously, it wasn’t here.

C. went to Drummond Place to fetch it. She thought she had, and so did I, but when closely examined it turned out she had brought Sharon Miller’s (Heirloom Knitting’s) hap book. So Helen went back and this time she really did find it and posted it to me 1st class early in the day on Tuesday the 4th. And this morning (the 6th) a nice package with two books arrived but neither was Elizabeth Lovick’s “Shetland Lace Shawls”. 

Then, later still, it did arrive.

I haven’t knit yet — Wimbledon has been too interesting, by a narrow margin. I think once I attempt it, it’ll be perfectly do-able.I’m doing the short passage of every-row-patterned at the end of the borders. The stitch repeat is very short. I’ll hope to engage it tomorrow morning. Or maybe even during the match between the current one — Rudd v. Broady, a five-setter  — and Andy Murray.

I had my hair done this morning, and it looks very well. I’ve met a woman three days younger than I am. 

Wordle: I scored a quick three this morning. Alexander had the only other one. Rachel,Ketki, and Theo were the fours, Thomas and Mark the stragglers with five. 

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