I enjoy the bus ride to and from the Prince Andrew school on Thursdays – I go to lace class, and Arthur goes to English class. It reminds me of the times when we used to travel together on buses in S Africa. With my teacher’s approval, I gave up on the more advanced lace pattern that I had started about a month ago. I was spending more time unravelling the 52 bobbins that kept getting twisted around each other, than actually getting on with the pattern. I also did a lot of unpicking and redoing, and was just getting frustrated. We agreed that I should go back to doing simple book markers with fewer bobbins until I am more proficient.