Thursday, 5 November 2009
After locking the cats and the dog indoors and leaving radios blaring, I went off with neighbours to watch the council-organised display about 10 minutes away from here. It's always a good one, and this year seemed to go on for much longer than ever before and to have about half a million additional and excitable young students taking photos on their phones while trying not to set fire to their hair with sparklers.
I was modest, and didn't announce that this was My Very Own Display; they seemed to appreciate it, anyway, and everyone clapped at the end.
Tomorrow young Charlotte is coming over to talk me through the complexities of modern knitting wools. I have just taken up knitting again, bidding like a (successful) demon on eBay for needles, but as it's been about 34 years since I knitted anything, wools (yarns) seem to have changed a great deal, and to now cost the earth, so Charlotte, who has just obtained her fashion degree in knitwear, is just the person to ask.
Did she want to stay for tea, I asked. Oh yes please, said the bored unemployed graduate, whose Handsome Young Policeman is on 'lates' this week. What would she like to eat? "Not vegetables or anything with gravy."
Now, of course, I can't think of a meal that consists of anything else.
Posted by rachel at 19:33