Yup - she’s wearing a sock

She’s in one of those ‘sparky, can-do anything’ moods this morning.  It’s the front door closing that wakes me up.  By the time I get downstairs she’s putting away the shopping.

She’s already had a ‘nice chat’ with one of the builders (they may be back next week to fit our back gate) and another chat with the butcher; apparently there was a frost at 5.00 this morning when he tried to start his motorbike.

I mention, over breakfast, that a Dutch woman has made a face-mask out of a sock.  You pick up all sorts of odd bits of information in lockdown.   Her ears prick up, her nose twitches and she sniffing the air - a germ of an idea is forming.  And like a faithful hound, she’s off.

She retrieves an old pair cycling socks from the rubbish bin and tracks down a video (in Dutch) of said woman making masks out of socks.

While I refresh the coffee pot, she’s snipping away and then - ta daaaa.  One face-mask.

Her mood is so everfecent that she allows me to blip her wearing the mask, without any fussing or pleading about state of hair/clothes/ what will people think and so on.  She even suggests that I use the portrait mode on my phone.  Well there’s something new I learnt.

There’s only one rider to her permission to blip; I must point out that the sock had a big hole in the toe, which was the reason for binning it.  There was another condition, but it’s still in dispute.  She will make me a mask out of the other sock.  But I had my fingers crossed when I agreed.