Friends, foes, foreigners and countrymen, the time has come. Better earlier than later or never:
I suffer from acute blogger’s block. Considering that my body is made of 25 % of water and 75 % of words spouting at any one time, regardless whether anyone is listening, this is serious enough to have me committed (to the intensive care unit – not the Cuckoo’s Nest).
My condition is not helped by not being able to access Ramana’s blog which feeds into both my paranoia and prosecution complex. All I draw is a blank. Seriously, Ramana, no joke – you are wiped out on my screen if that’s not too strong a way of putting it. Can’t get to the bottom of the problem. Let’s just blame Conrad since he is good for nothing (insert one of Jean’s smileys to soften the blow). Also my conscience loudly reminding me that I still owe Ashok, at the last count, two responses.
I don’t make empty promises so I just shall have to knuckle under later this evening and try and prove what Ashok believes me to be. The lattter being hard work. Easier to read a knitting pattern – which, in English, is impossible. I loved knitting as a young girl. Unfortunately my mother – and she wasn’t even of the bra burning type – didn’t understand my urge and always thought me too ambitious in my projects and – when brandishing my end result – could hardly bring herself to acknowledge that it was worth the effort.
I am not here to defend hoovering, knitting, ironing or cleaning the loo as worthwhile pastimes. However, they leave your brain free to do what your brain does best. Which, often, is not a lot.
On a positive note, and I paraphrase: Busy hands make idle thoughts work for the devil. Beat that if you can.
Yes, knit one, purl one. Just like the British (and Malta) have this unrelenting sentiment that everyone else in the whole wide world drives ‘on the wrong side’ (I don’t know about India) they also knit in the opposite direction. A bit like the Chinese read. Once you have learnt knitting, and Grannymar might confirm this, you can’t unlearn the technique. It’s like being asked to learn how to ride a bike again, only this time upside down. That’s why I gave up 28 years ago (knitting, not riding a bike).
Anyway, have to relocate brain gone walkies.
PS Wooly scarves on application. Do specify colour preference. Cashmere thrown in for free.