Familiarity

The little vine in the garden is putting out green shoots of the sort that are so familiar to us. I expect it's enjoying the rain -- the sky is now a normal colour (grey), and it's been gently drizzling all day, much to Mystère's displeasure (extra). He kept insisting on going out and then hurtling across the terrace to be let back in again because spots of rain had fallen on him. He's given up now.

So, more knitting got done, along with an emergency blip in a break in the rain, and we'll probably watch a film on Filmin this evening.