Still watching the Olympics, especially the equestrian events. The dressage competition has the distinction of having the only seriously informative commentator on the BBC, so far as I can tell, so hats off to Judy Harvey for her perspicuous explanations.
The show-jumping has a small additional pastime built in, as you try to work out what each jump represents. Horses take off between the megaliths of Stonehenge, hurdle the span of Tower Bridge, or refuse to have anything to do with Abbey Road. A huge portrait of Darwin is propped against one obstacle, and a cross-looking Lady Justice has been fetched down to guard another. Tonight a treacherous upright fence turned out to be the Uffington White Horse. I’m still trying to work out if all the subtexts are intentional.
At the same time I knit … and knit … It carries a certain risk when working on a 20-row lace pattern, as in the excitement of an Olympic moment I sometimes start doing row 9 in the middle of row 5, and the slub in the thread disguises the mistakes until far too late, but I am definitely getting on.