Enforced Knitting

The hayfever struck me down again, as it normally does at this time of year. I managed to get to the quack and get all potioned up just before the cut-off point of "Go directly to hospital, do not pass go, do not collect £200."

So I narrowly escaped a spell in hospital and, as you can imagine the breathing isn't great but the best bit of all was that the doctor told me to go home, sit down and knit. I followed her advice to the letter.Result is that I'm rattling from all the pills, sniffing from the dreaded nasal spray, puffing into the peak flow meter what seems like every five minutes and I've finished the first half of the Kimono Jacket:



I can't say I really follow the instructions but I did what it said and it seems fine.

Here's a shot where I tried to capture the "shadow" effect:



There has been little lace knitting done, since all the medications makes my head feel like it's full of cotton wool so I absolutely do not want to run the risk of having to tink or, worse still, frog.

The border of the Garden shawl has not progressed by one stitch, the Burda tablecloth is languishing on the table.

Attack of the Killer Cat? Beelzebub has not been seen all weekend - 'im indoors got out of doors and mowed the wilderness that we laughingly refer to as a "garden" - there is nowhere to hide, which could have something to do with it. Or maybe he's just gone away for a few days of holiday.

I am getting better but it's a slow job.