I had a serious struggle this morning with various systems, but I think, thanks to the patience and intelligence of a member of Kate Davies’ staff, that a pack of yarn, in the colour I want, is on its way to Cramond. The pattern turns out to be in KD’s Argyle book, which in turn is in my Ravelry library. So I was spared the struggle which might have been involved, storing the new one in there.  Freed from the fear of running out of knitting, I have knocked off several scallops on the shawl today, and there’s time for at least one more.

   This shawl has been knit centre-out, as you probably remember. When I finished the centre, I switched to a new ball of yarn, just in case, but in the event could see no difference. So when I finished the second ball of yarn, fairly recently, I went back to the first one. That’s where I am now, in that state we’ve all experienced in which a tiny amount of yarn at the end of a ball seems to go on forever.

    But it won’t. Valuable knitting time will have to be set aside to wind the next ball. 100 grams of sock yarn — not trivial. At least I had enough foresight to bring another skein to Cramond with me. 

   The other big event of the weekend has been getting rid of my cat Paradox. It has been deeply distressing, but mercifully Helen and the adopter arranged everything — I never saw the cat and didn’t have to worry about plans. And all went very well. From the little I know, Alexander (or Ketki) brought the cat over yesterday from Loch Fyne and gave it to Helen. Helen drove it south, with her family, on their way to a family holiday. And at some point they met the adopter’s mother who drove it further south and kept it overnight.

   This morning cat and new owner were united, and took to each other, and drove off home.

Wordle: Another stinker. My two starter words yielded one brown vowel. I found a good word for line three — and it achieved NOTHING. Well, except to eliminate four more consonants and one more position for the vowel. Line four was better, and I got it on line five. Four was the near-universal score, but Rachel soothed my feelings by scoring six.

ONION: my starters gave me brown O and I, and a nice green N at the end. I thought of ONION early on, and thought of how Alexander would disapprove. It didn’t eliminate a single letter. (Alexander’s rule, I think, is to avoid double letters in the early stages.) but the letters looked like ONION and I couldn’t think of anything else so I typed it in and it was right.