I said ‘tomorrow’ so here I am, but not too much to tell you – except that Wink may well come home tomorrow (that is, the day after today, not the day that was tomorrow yesterday) or possibly on Wednesday.
Today, I trotted down to the village shops, unpacked, phoned people who’d left kind messages on Wink’s phone and so on before visiting her this afternoon. She looks very well and is cheerful and glad the worst is behind her – now it’s just a matter of recovery and it’s all better from now on, as I was glad to assure her. When I arrived back here, I spent an hour or so washing cashmere jumpers. Yes, I brought my laundry with me. It’s been building up for a few weeks – I suppose the obvious thing is to wash each one as it becomes grubby, but I’ve been stacking them up and I’m running out of things to wear. So now several – half a dozen or so – are wrapped in towels to squeeze out some of the wet before I leave them on the airer to dry overnight. Can one machine-wash cashmere? I’ve never dared, but it would save a lot of bother. It’s not the washing that takes the time of course, but the rinsing, which takes forever. I remember my mother used to do handwashing in the bathroom basin and chuck everything in the bath to rinse it, which at least has the benefit of holding a lot of rinsing water. She was very much against washing clothes in the kitchen, mind you, even in a washing machine, for no logical reason at all that I could ever see. She was convinced it was thoroughly unhygienic.
I’m going to have a bath and another early night, so that I can lie in bed listening to the radio. I listen to book adaptations on Radio 4 Extra mostly. I used to read in bed for hours, but my eyes get tired nowadays – all the same, I seem to be able to cope with reading one book and listening to another. I’ve never found it that interesting to do just one thing at a time.