i think the sun has gone forever

There's a reason why there hasn't been a post in almost a week. The sun has completely disappeared and taking pictures has been nearly impossible for a while. On Wednesday I had a glimpse of something resembling sunshine, but then it went away just as fast. Another reason is that I've finally been able to find Elizabeth George's "Careless in Red" at the public library - I've been waiting for this for quite a while. Now that I've read it, I must say, I felt a little flat about this one, especially after "What Came Before He Shot Her". The solution was a tad too obvious for my taste, but I won't spoil it here.

Then I came across "Hue & Cry" (1947) which caused me no end of pleasure, because I have come to love British films, especially the late 1930s, war-time and post-war films, so I had to watch it. It's a most adventurous story about a gang of boys finding out that crooks pass messages through a boys' newspaper - there's a definite touch of Kästner's Emil and the Detectives, but the film is more brutal and very British. Through it I have finally made the acquaintance of Alistair Sim, who was once the rector of Edinburgh University and who will never leave my memory again. (There's *na-hemm* gin in mine.) Add to all that some manga read online and well - knitting time got converted into reading time.

So now I can't do much but wait for the sun to come out so I can take a picture of my 200th project, which has been finished for a while, it just needs a big button and all the ends need to be hidden. Then there are my beautiful Plum Blossoms in the Snow mittens which need plum blossoms and snow flakes, even though they're nice enough as they are now:

And of course while waiting for the sun I can knit even more - I've started my fingerless gloves inspired by the coloring of the Sweet Elfin Baby cap and am up to the thumb on the first, but wrestling with how many stitches to use for the thumb ...

Guess if this sunless thing goes on, I'll have to do a post "from the archives". Maybe one about my sad attempts at berets or about my fleeting affair with socks or about my true love for all things mittenish ...

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