I should have added some links to the last post, but forgot. Here is a link to The Longest Yarn project, including UK dates. Here is an interview with one of the knitters. And here is a wayward link about a knitted WW1 soldier. It’s knitting, but it’s a different war.

These are also the remains of the photographs. There is a guidebook but Julia decided not to buy it’s just more clutter for us to move. It’s a strong-willed gesture but one that is rather undone by me buying a new book on the 3rd Afghan War – the one we fought in 1919.

Today consisted of a blood test, a visit to sort out the pharmacy, buying fuel and visiting some friends in a shop.  We all agreed that business is flat, old age is no fun and we are all coming down with a variety of cold symptoms.

Nobody, we concluded, is going to spend any money until after the budget. I can’t say I blame them, as I’m a touch worried about my own situation. However, as a politician you have a limited time to do unpopular things on the last lot.  I can understand their enthusiasm to push things through, but can’t help feeling there are overtones of smugness.

We have had 64 Prime Ministers since Walpole, many have been very forgettable. The first one to have  aphotograph on the list is Lord John Russell. He’s often a pointless answer on Pointless.

A project to knit 64 panels, one for each prime minister, would be near impossible. as most of them have no real character. Peel and the police. Gladstone with an axe.  Palmerston with a gunboat. Wellington with a big nose. Perceval with a blood stained shirt. Churchill with a cigar. Now I’m starting to run out of inspiration.

At least the stuffing would be a simple decision, no need for kapok or polyester, just fill them up with well-rotted farmyard manure of bovine origin.