It’s been obvious for some time that there just isn’t going to be enough, but knitters will understand that I was reluctant to deal with it.
Today was not one I wanted to do anyway, so I got up at first light, summoned up the blood, and ripped all the cables out. Anaesthetised by the anticipation of what was to come, this scarcely caused any pain at all.
Among the strict requirements, I shopped absentmindedly, acquiring a surprising quantity of loot, including bags, buttons, barristers, bobbles, books and a much needed bun, whose alarmingly high specific gravity turned out to be justified by the lavishness of its apple filling.
Still, the retail therapy worked. With a sort of squashed resilience, I am already reviewing patterns for alternative blue cotton knitting.