On the way home white paper birds flutter in the breeze near the Interplanetary Society. I turn and snap them quickly with my phone.
On the train a discarded newspaper tells me a paper plane is to be launched from space.
This morning I popped in to F’s for a quick cup of coffee after dropping Secondspawn at school. Didn’t leave til three. Oh the delicious companionable delight of a kitchen table, gourmet food rustled out of the air, T joining the coven, the dogs trying to out-fart each other beneath our feet. The talk, the laughter. The knitting. Oh yes. The knitting.
Home to deposit the out-farted dog and then down to my first ever I Knit London weekly knitting club. A panicked mail to knittingdiva Pixeldiva expressing social inadequacy and fear of strangers had elicited sympathy and a companion experienced at these events.
Oh joy. Oh happiness. The tiny shop has hanks of multicoloured yarn hanging from rails on the ceiling so full is it of juicy multi-coloured fibre joy. The smell is a faint, subtle but unmistakable perfume. Of wool. And dye. And spun delight. The shop concentrates on hand-dyed yarns from small British producers as well as some of the standard brands. Everything is edible.
First I have to undertake my urgent and important mission – buy sock needles for F. Then the far more difficult task of not buying vast quantities of yarn. I succeed, mostly. I get (as I had planned and allowed myself to) a hank of the most divine alpaca/wool mix aran in a colour called “twilight” for a planned present for a friend and the needles to go with it. But then weakness crept in and so did a completely unnecessary skein of sock yarn. Hardly any time remained, after the transports of delight, for actual knitting before I had to rush to transport of a more prosaic variety in order to get back home before the children returned from their father’s. Which I very nearly succeeded in doing.
On the way back I gazed at the unbelievable colours, stroked the incredible texture and marvelled at the priceless pleasure something as simple as three friends and two skeins of wool can provide.
So. To sum up. Today I went round to a friend’s house and met another at a wool shop. Then I went home.