The good news is that the missing sock turned up, although truthfully it didn’t so much “turn up” as “was hunted down in an extensive search”. The heir wanted to wear his new and irreplaceable tee shirt only to discover that it was nowhere to be found. I looked in the laundry, the ironing basket and all of the wardrobes before regretfully concluding that he’d left it in Devon with the sock. After I’d thought about it for a while I began to think that this wasn’t all that likely. I could accept that when I did the walk through of his room at the end of the holiday I might have missed a sock but I didn’t really think that I was a big enough slacker to overlook something as big as a garment. I looked through his wardrobe again and then started going through the shelving. Pushed to the back behind the underwear was the missing shirt screwed into a ball together with the missing sock. With 20/20 hindsight I can see exactly how this has happened, after we came back off holiday he put the clean clothes away (I washed while we were away so there were less dirty clothes than you’d expect) and he picked up a handful of underpants and shoved them where they belonged. Unfortunately not everything in the handful was underpants. He’s back on the knit list with a warning about keeping socks in pairs.
The cardigan is moving along. I cast on for the second front and it quickly caught up to the first front. I still have a few inches before they get to the underarm and I’m experimenting with knitting both sides at the same time. So far I’ve not messed up the pattern band, if it turns out to be too tricky for late night knitting then I’ll separate them again. I’d like to get this finished soon because I have several things I want to knit, this is a sign that the weather has started to cool off. The other thing influencing my knitting is that over the summer seven of the baby jackets have left home so I can knit some more from the sock scraps bag without feeling guilty about the size of the jacket stash.
It’s still the school holidays here, this is the first year that I can remember where the six week holiday has been seven weeks long. I usually start September with a to do list that runs to a second page because of the back log of cleaning chores. This year I’ve kept on top of the housework through the summer, the bathroom floors are washed and I’ve cleaned some hard to reach areas of the teen bedroom that haven’t seen the light of day since 2007 judging from the dates on the comics we found. This means that I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about making the first week of term (next week) wool week rather than chore week although I will have to start with tidying up the heap of wool that’s escaped from its box because it’s covering the carder.