A Lingering Snowman

Thank you for your kind comments on yesterday’s sad anniversary. I’m  sure HL would have been astonished at how many people remember him kindly.

  Storm Bert was not giving up the fight just yet  and so it was a very windy day with bouts of what looked suspiciously like snow flakes twirling in the wind and occasional light rain which blew over quickly. I was destined for an upmarket meeting over coffee with my school friend in the Ivy on the Square. The latter was bustling with what I imagine were tourists come to savour the delights of the Christmas Market- (I use that description with a caveat) and needed a full Scottish breakfast to sustain them. We sturdy matrons of long standing were content with toast and marmalade, adding very little to the Ivy coffers.  There was much conversation about the amalgamation of our old school with our brother school and what the new badge and uniform would be like. Did you know that women cannot have a shield as an emblem? Me neither but there it is, that is a complication that has had to be addressed.

The sun was out for my journey home but it didn’t last long enough after lunch for my trip to the post office to post Yorkshire daughter’s cardigan. I hope never to have to knit that pattern again because the sewing up of all the pieces is not my forte. I hate feeling that it all could have looked better. In America they have professional quilters to finish a patchwork quilt and so I think there is a vacancy for professional sewer-uppers to give a fantastic finish to a knitted garment.