In my dream I was trying to persuade Ronald to let me go into the GIANT WOOL WAREHOUSE (not giant wool, that would be silly, unless you were knitting for a giant). His argument was that we didn’t have enough room in my FIAT 500 CONVERTABLE. My argument was that besides having quite a large boot when the top is down we can fill the backseats. After all we did manage to get a Poang chair in there, not because the Fiat doesn’t have backseats.

Anyway back to my dream, I suddenly had a pain in my lower right abdomen the perfect excuse. “See” I said to Ronald “you’ve given me a pain”, he then held open the warehouse door with a look of resignation and waved me and the FORK-LIFT through.

I was just diving into a huge roof-height pile of WOOL SKEINS when the pain woke me up. It has been intermittent all day, could it be my appendix?

If dear ladies and the odd gentleman you do not find my daily bliss tomorrow, you will know where I am.

By the way Little Nanook’s wool came, so I will be able to finish his blanket.

Yours Uncomfortably

Celia