And here's also hoping that the hospital and the doctors and anyone else who can be helpful will bring this current situation to a quick and effective and acceptable resolution!
James came to put the plants into the new border yesterday;
Some of the plants and shrubs have flowers on...
I have no idea what most of them are - James has promised to tell me when he comes to finish the job on Tuesday. I just asked him to make sure that there would be something to look out for every month of the year... He has insisted on a couple of dahlias. I have taken his word for it that they are not the same as the ones I used to help my father plant every Spring, dead-head all through every Summer, and then lift every Autumn. 'No, no, nothing like that.' I hope not. But I bet they will still be full or eariwigs.
We celebrated by mending the outside tap. Trawling through the blog I discovered this post from May 30th 2015, when I described How The Tap Stop Working; an event of great suddeness which happened in the previous winter. We've been without a tap since then, until today. It was one of those repairs which needed a number of ducks to be lined up in a row; like means, opportunity and motive; and 4pm on Saturday 11th May 2019 was the day.
I've also been knitting. It has taken me a couple of days to pluck up the courage for the next step on the cardigan which is picking up around 200 stitches all the way up the right-hand-side, across the neck, and down the left hand side. Counting and measuring and considering and then doing all of that some more. Tonight I read up a couple of sets of instructions on the internet and got started. I wanted to use some new circular knitting needles which I ordered last eek, but discovered I had ordered the ones with a 20cm cable instead of a 20 inch cable. There's a bit of a difference.
The next crochet square is well under way - nearly finished now. Two more circuits and I will have finished it - already. It is in a colourway called 'Callas' - after Maria Callas, I guess, as the different colourss are called after composers and artists. I'm not sure that she would have approved of the shades - they are quite muted, not in keeping of her character, as I recall.
I had a couple of days of twitching after I had finished the two previous squares (bright circus colours, called Kahlo, presumably for Frida?) as There Was No More Wool.
But then this bag arrived in the post - look at that wonderfully Welsh address -
I chose the browny-greeny-mustardy skein (Callas) as everything else I am knitting is blue-ish in colour, and squshed the completed squares into the bottom of the bag.
And I have managed to clear the dining room table - apart from the knitting which is laid out for picking up those stitches - just another 120 or so to go.