Saturday, 4 August 2018
A Heap of Knitting
Heatwaves and knitting don't usually go together, but somehow I have just kept on going with this project.
For a while it was my World Cup therapy, keeping me busy while I was glued to the box and following England's fortunes. While I was knitting the right front England lost their semi-final. Don't ask me what row I was on. Some things are best forgotten. It was all too emotional to watch to watch beyond the 90 minutes. I couldn't bear the pain of extra time because somehow I could tell Croatia were going to beat them, so I went out for a walk and watched the sky from the corner of a field and contemplated God, Man and the Universe, agonising over whether I was all too caught up in bread and circuses. There was a cool breeze, with the scent of chamomile wafting in the air, when I heard loud rustling in the hedge. After standing stock still for a couple of minutes, I saw the grass parting at the side of the path, about ten feet from me, and a baby badger popped his head out and looked straight at me. He gave me a look that said "It's all over", and I gave him a look back saying "I know", at which he strolled off a little way off up the path and then back into the long grass.
Suitably refreshed, I returned home, resolved never to forget Trippier's glorious free kick, and set my mind to enjoying the rest of the tournament. If I remember right, I had just finished the ribbing on the left front when France beat Croatia in the final. That was only three weeks ago, but it seems an age away already.
Now I have all the pieces on a circular needle and am decreasing for the raglan shaping. It's almost done!